Tadaima (a long overdued post)
When I finally decided to have a look at this ancient diary (or not), I couldn't help but feeling all too nostalgic over the long abandonment. Pardon me, dear chronicles. Too many life stories: of the goods, the bads and the whatnots. Is it coincidental that I decided to re-blog just as the second semester is ending, and that final exam is approaching? I'd rather think not. The only reason I'm venting here is that I couldn't vent it otherwise outside. Nor that the thought of being judged as irrational by the irrational people itself sounds ever appealing. Ah well. Worklife has been a steady bitch that tails you and wait to steal things away from yours truly. Despite it being nonchalantly a bore, a mediocre one at that, of waking up as early as 6 and commuting to and fro work without fail, working in the center feels as if I were living in a vacuum, of some kind of blackhole, where life and vigor are simply sucked out of your persona. Ain't one to dwell too meticulou...