Pressure?

hahahahaha

This child's gonna get a revamp soon.
As soon as I get this last academic requirement out of the way.

3 Mondays down, 1 more to go

This month of February has been a pretty hectic one. It still is actually, and I can't believe I'm finding the time to actually type something on here. I'm supposed to be doing something academically productive, given the numerous deadlines I've got for this coming week. Maybe it was the whole-day-paper-writing marathon we did yesterday that did me in for today. I simply need a break. And the paper is not even halfway done!

Just one more week and then there's freedom. Let's list them shall we?

OBSTACLES TO SUMMER FREEDOM

• MONDAY: notes on Theology 151 thesis statements

• TUESDAY: Thesis poster

• WEDNESDAY: Political Science 100 finals

• THURSDAY: Philosophy 104 finals + Philo insights project + Social Psychology final long test (four chapters, oh help me!)

• FRIDAY: Social Psychology Research Paper + Final bound THESIS + Theology 151 finals

Oh my... let's just hope I don't snap. Pray for me please. It's the last week of my college life and it's scaring the hairs out of me. Hello sleepless nights! :(

Valentines, I celebrated anyway

I've always said that I never really celebrated Valentines day for a few reasons:
1) It's my mother's birthday
2) It's my best friend's birthday
3) I never really had a date to celebrate it with, actually.

Well, guess what? I celebrated anyway (albeit a day or two early).

It started out Friday night with Sinta, a play on love. Followed by a fun and impromptu road trip to find dinner, which finally ended at Mom's in Marikina. One sizzling plate of sisig later, the night ended early with me being home a few minutes after midnight. Saturday was a busy day, since I had a project to fulfill for a certain tedious subject. The whole morning was spent at Park7, conducting a one-time kids workshop on the waste segregation. The extra pair of hands (those not of my groupmates, if you get what I'm saying!) was a godsend. Nevermind the heat of the sun, or the shrill voices of the children, my time was well spent. Lunch at KFC plus winding down in the afternoon was nice too, even though exhausted. Sunday was the day. After a mountain of sweets and red hearts, my mother has grown one year more beautiful. We spent the afternoon with popcorn and a movie marathon. As always, dad had a rose for me. He never fails to make me happy on Valentines.

So yes, it wasn't a grand celebration of sorts. No boquet of flowers or a box of chocolotes or an expensive meal. What was given was time. Time for each other. And as the saying goes, time is gold, right?