WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GOES TO SLEEP.

So I've been gone for a while.
And now I'm back.
Duh, obviously.

I've been very very very and is still really really really excited to go home.
87 more days to go, baybeh.

But 17 days before that, I must first face the big Os.
It sucks. Bigtime.

I've never been grade conscious.
I never cared if I screwed up. I never bothered about my tests.
But, honestly, I'm feeling the pressure now.
The creeping pressure.
Guess it's been there all this while. I was just either oblivious or unyielding.
I guess it's the latter.
And it's really difficult.
I've always thought that those pressurizing speeches disguised as pep talks would never move me.
But I guess I was wrong.

It might be the wake up call I've been praying for.
I've always thought I needed help. Perhaps someone or something to make me work harder.
Help came and I felt I was getting there.
But my attempts remain futile.
I guess it's never been enough.

Just like how you wonder why you can't ever make the basketball go into the hoop
when you're not even exerting enough force to get it in.
I suck at analogies.

And so I sulk. I sulk. I sulk.
And then I eat ice cream and everything turns bright and gay.


I screwed up.
I'm now moving on.
I'd never ever repeat the same mistake ever again.
So help me, God.
Amen :)



/I believe. I believe. I believe./

Done.


*PAT