I barely have one week. Three days more, to be exact. Nothing like many times before, it’s not indolence that dashes through my system, but loss of nerve and panic. The unfinished businesses were firecrackerlike string inside my body. Their shrieks and screeches are unstoppable.
Every night, I get miserable with my eyes set on the mountain of those exercise sheets and handouts plunked on my table.
I have three more days to go; yet, it seems like the things I am supposed to do are never ending.
I have three more days to go; yet, I feel that three days is not enough to get them all done. Everyday, I wish that there are at least 25 hours in a day. I just could do so much during that extra hour.
And, since my blog has becoming a downright rantbox, I might as well say that my body is so much a burden already, literally. I’m heavier than ever. I actually do not care about the flab. I just hate that I cannot wear my pants anymore. I still can button them up, but these bonus inches keep on showing up. Last weekend, I dug up my biggie clothes hidden in the hindmost of my closets. I thought I would not wear them anymore, but I have them on me right now.
Dear Pinky,
Just carry on. In no time, you will find yourself under your thick sheet at home - asleep, ugly, and un-bathed, all day long, yet still feeling fresh and fluffy. About your weight problem, well, you probably know that sembreak will just worsen it. Haha! So just try not to splurge in Mango and PRP yet, for the hope of chewing those blubbers first. Anyhow, ukay-ukay finds are just as pretty, and a lot cheaper. Haha!
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