The Thirteenth Plague.

Within the limits of my imagination, I joyfully hugged my pillow and embraced the approaching weekend with plans; plans that are formed in bullets, ready to fire when the time comes. I formed clouds of futuristic ideas – ideas compressed inside my gray matter. Clouds that are identical with that of the comic strips.

Weekends for me were spent with long hours of sleep, nights spent under the influence of alcohol – or of pure teenage fun. Those are the days that played a significant role towards procrastination, kicking off some asses in basketball or hanging around in the terrace like a sick sloth murmuring his action plans in life.

I closed my eyes and let my body fall freely in my soft bed. My bed of roses, literally – since my new bedsheet is patterned with red roses.

At last, two days of sleeping.

I celebrated my evening with a dinner, then sat in my perpetual throne of anti-boredom. I’d do all the stressful activities today, and then procrastinate later.

With the constant pressure in the Semestral Clearance, plus my anticipation to the upcoming sem-break and the 2nd Grading Periodical Tests, I know I deserve a luxurious massage or foot spa, or a total eyebag makeover.

Then, the phone rang. And it spoiled my day, big time.

Kevin, kailangan ka dito sa school para sa layout ng Pauli-Prism. Pwede ka ba ngayon? Overnight tayo, kaya magdala ka ng gamit mo.

Hesitant but forced, I agreed. I always fail to grant myself my shallow luxuries (food, sleep, loong sleep) and instead – abuse my body like an overworked machine.

With the descent of my dreams, my mood came crashing down. And that’s how fortunate I am today. (Currently here in school’s Computer Lab – 2:33 AM, still typing)

~ by utakgago on October 13, 2006.