Why i the hell is that in the 7 days of a week, we only get to have 2 days of weekend? i wish i have 3 days or more because i need more time to do my stuffs, my never ending stuffs that i want to do because i enjoy doing it and so i don't have to steal time from the other 5 days doing it like a desperate moron.
My buddies and i went outing again. Well, not in a complete army.
i enjoy outing so much that i could at least escape from this college. i like outing so much that i could have self-indulgence in all the good food because as a sucker for food since young, i sort of like have been developing insipidity towards FOOD since my stay here. i eat only because to fill the stomach, to fill the churning stomach not because to satisfy my craving for FOOD.
i've among the longest and memorable chat with my Mother today. i just blurt out, in this sense, typed out what's been bugging me these few days which concern of my future, feeling and favour. After all the whining and bla and bla and bla, my Mother assumed that i am under severe pressure. Oh well. i do feel stress, i do show the symptoms of stress, for instance i feel like screaming my lungs out sometimes. i do feel stress not because of the studies, the unending studies, the hectic hours of studies but it's a stress as a result of i have lost an unforgiving time to do what i like to do. i don't even have time for hobbies now which is pathetic as i have to become a theft to steal time in the interval of hours of days to dwell myself in the fictitious world. However, i think that it's quite wise to conclude that the studies do make me stress because studies is a reality. My studies here is a reality. To escape from the pressure, i choose to indulge myself in the fictitious world. Novel, the word itself means strange and new.
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