Stuck between Hell and Hell.

I’ve been locked up in a cage of features, news, editorials, sports, and the uncanny fragments of words. For three days, I’ve been in the same air-conditioned room, swallowing the unpleasant smell of computers, suffering back pains. This abusive job is one of the toughest thing I have ever done. It was, coincidently, our Periodical Test next week.

I miss those boring days. With my three days of office work, I definitely miss those days wherein I’d stare blankly in the ceiling and gather up cobwebs that would lull me to sleep.

A typical Saturday for Utakgago would be a day of eating pandesal stuffed with an oven-toasted hotdog or mayo and cheese. I’d be wasting so much time with my friends, either playing Basketball or meditating upon my laptop’s screen. Total fun and peace of mind.

If only I could cheat millions of calendars and clocks to swivel back a day.

For the past three days, my eyes wanted to relax and stare away from articles and the monitor’s radiation. As a layout artist of The Paulinian Prism, my sworn duty is to document, plot, design, and check every inch of space written down in the paper. It has been said that layouting is yet the hardest, and a risky job to handle. Yet this is my first time to deal with these things: thank God, I had Melvin to assist me in those rules.

I’m almost hypnotized with my constant eye-blinking: words transform into a Martian Language. For the first time in History, I want to go away from the computer but I couldn’t. I really wanted to disappear into a form of mist or something. I somehow blame myself for getting nailed with these activities. My Senior Life, officially – became a mess.

When it turns out to be my lunch time with the other staffers, the canteen ran out of lunch. No rice. No fried chicken or caldereta or anything. I bought a bottled water and went straight to the third floor: to the Paulinian Prism Headquarters. I kicked off some dust with disgrace. I am an unfortunate fool who would, once again, go back to work without feeding myself.

Now, I am exhausted. I want to back out. I told Melvin to layout the page 3 (News) while I rest for a while. Good thing, our coordinator – Miss Carpio gave me a Lucky Me! Supreme, and a piece of Chocolate Mallows for my lunch. It wasn’t a nice combination, though.

At least, I’m still Lucky to eat my lunch.

I denied my Parish Involvement yesterday since I need to comply with the labor force needed for the school paper. I know, Mr. Manuel would soon be delivering his anger for me and for other staffers who didn’t attend Mr. Manuel’s Parish Involvement.

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I had a perfect score in my Unit Test in Music! 80 over 80. Gaad, for years I’ve been wanting to get some perfect score. But why, for cripe’s sake – in Music?

Gotta sleep and earn lots of energy for the Hell Week next week. Four months more. Graduation.

~ by utakgago on October 8, 2006.