Neither Broken Nor Fine

What's the crack fellas?

-Yep, talking like The Great White Sheamus, haha.

For several years of doing the very same sequence of habits and actions in this dear life of mine, I just got to that point where I just don't feel all right. I'm not so hurt yet I'm not that fine either. I am right at that state where I am literally, NEITHER broken NOR fine.

Not too bad, and not too good. Kinda like in-between. Heck I've always been a neutral person on almost every aspect of life..yep, almost each aspect... but not really.

Can't tell you exactly what this semi-wounding feeling really is. I am satisfied with life, but I just do yearn for things I can't even pinpoint. Real hard right? Don't get me? My sincerest apologies.

Some will read, some might not. Or most probably, no one will ever read this post. But I already know that. I do blogging as a means to release every ounce of unidentifiable emotion that's been welling up inside me. Whether or not many people will read this post, doesn't concern me too much. 'Cause like I said, it's a form of release for my part.

I just couldn't quite figure out the mood that I'm currently in, so I thought I needed to do this. Besides, I haven't touched my blog for quite some time. They say there's a reason for every feeling. I guess this unfathomable and indecipherable sentiment I feel only means to tell me that I need to keep this page updated. Who knows?

Back to Reality

Here I am again. Sitting at the library of this good-darn campus, patiently waiting for the nursery-rhyme-like bell to sound and I can go to my first class already. I am not so enthused with the resume of classes today. The only thing that I'm way too happy about being here in Beda again is the glorious return of the luscious taste of their Burrito into my mouth. My last bite was on December 14, 2011 and I just can't wait no more till every bit and piece of it explodes into my mouth again and gets devoured.

I sit at a table in this library, alone. My eyes look so tired - reason is I slept at 4am and needed to wake up at 6:30am for my 9:30am class. But I don't regret nothin' about it. I stayed up till dawn because I was talking to someone I really miss on the phone. Talked from 11pm up to 4am, that should not be anythin' new to me. I've done that several times before, it should not be any different now and besides, I get to talk with this person so rarely as both of us have our own hectic schedules..so I am proud of that 5-hour-phone conversation.

One thing's for sure though: For the entire period of each class I have later, my eyelids will grow even heavier and I won't be able to keep my eyes from automatically shutting close. That's expected, I'm ready for that battle. All I need is a good seating arrangement and good timing of nap in class where the teacher won't recognize my clandestine act. Haha.

No one has to know it but I am just really too lazy for today. I hope this day ends so quick that I won't even have to keep focused on class. But we all know it ain't like that.

Because today.. everything's ugh, well.. uhm...
Back to reality.