caffienated

Three years in college has always left me so wanting for more sleep, more food, and ironically more freedom. Unfortunately though, the more I try to get hold of it, the more I get tired wanting more of it. For sure it is not because of the toxic effects of Chemistry in my diet, but most probably because I get easily immobilized by one failed 100-item quiz and I forget the rest of my other concerns. More often than not, I resolve my dilemma with a sumptuous meal and doses and doses of very mild caffiene. Well, why not toxify yourself with chocolate when almost everybody else it taking it. Crop the calories with a photoshop dear.

And then come the major exams, of which we, poor fellows, are fortunately and unfortunately bombarded only twice a term- meaning we only have 2 big shots to unbreak a  very dainty ideal transcript. Anxiety takes over what others supposedly call depression, and everybody now ends up buying that very familiar energy drink that Mr. Pacquiao takes before a match.

Third year in the big school literally stressed every muscle in my unthinking system.. and before I knew it I was a fully pledged insomiac. All versions of my Chemistry career have passed me in the most impossible way at the middle week of March.

Thank God, I finally had the highest hopes of a panting mammal in dire need of quick regeneration. Justice served.

But I am more human than a bunch of crazy research papers that says milk can take me to a deep good slumber. I toss and i turn, I stretch, and I yawn. And with multiple energetic trips to the bathroom, I finally realize how the ungodly hour of dawn has finally creeped in the Philippine zone.

In the kind spirit of hope and perseverance, I tried other options. Washing four humungous bed sheets, cleaning the house, brisk walking, oh and dancing for all in one day. Darn, I am still hours and hours past my bedtime.

As of the moment, I am a proud holder of 2 healthy eye bags and a very tired ego. But somehow and somewhere I need to get this over and done with.

For all the boring Chapters I’ve read in my whole school life, for all the ampalayas I ate, for being so kind to all the bad mosquitoes in our garden.. I still think I deserve something better than a freaking NAP. Sigh.