End of Days

November 2nd. A few minutes past three in the afternoon. The sun is shining brightly outside, but I don’t care. I’m in front of my pc, chatting, surfing, playing computer games, writing stupid stuff – just passing time. I’m not supposed to be up yet. Life, for me, starts at 8 in the evening – at least during term break.

Ah, only 2 days to go and it’s the end of my beautiful lifestyle. I’m back to my dreadful academic days. But before that, I’m gonna have to go through a transition process that the university has devised to, uh, bridge the gap. I’m gonna have to go to school, meet that weird adviser of mine, and fall in endless lines for hours, even days. I’m gonna have to walk from building to building in the heat of the blazing sunshine, leaving me awfully exhausted, inevitably smelly, so damn broke, my cell phone battery dead, and my schedule for the coming term all screwed up. I don’t know why I have to go through this truly heinous process. All I know is that I have to, because if I don’t, I’m on AWOL*.

Only 2 days left. Then, there won’t be 6am to 6pm naps anymore. No more vodka and soda, no more playing cards and serious betting, no more mahjong, no more beer and pizza, no more all-night IRC life, no more internet marathon, no more video karaoke, no more race wars at Select*, no more. No more fun.

The end of days, beautiful days, has come. A hideous week awaits me. I pray to the gods to give me enough strength, patience, motivation, determination, cell phone battery power, and an umbrella to withstand and overcome this test.

The anticipation of this event is gruesome. Just the thought makes me look for a cigarette to calm my nerves.


*AWOL – Absence without Leave
*Select – Select at Shell gasoline station, Marcos Highway