I’m not particular with days. There’s none I’m extra fond of. Like fashion, they come and go.
Other people I know get excited whenever Friday comes, but I just see it as it is- Friday. (Saturdays are Saturdays; Sundays, Sundays; and so on.) Maybe it’s because unlike them, I don’t go out ritually on Friday nights.
Dull? Not really. I just don’t like being trapped in a Friday-night-out-on-a-gimmick hoopla or don’t-mess-with-me-on-a-Monday grouch, for that matter. Except of late, when I became too anxious every Wednesday.
Wednesday has become The Day: my-only-class-this-semester-day.
Judgment Day. The verdict’s either weighed-but-found-wanting or impressive-carry-on. Also the day when I would mostly wish I could transport to Baclaran and walk kneeling to the Mother of Perpetual Succor.
Two days ago, in distress, a warm embrace would have been an absolution.
Ah, this load!
3 comments:
mads, i would have hugged you =)cyberhug na lang muna.
isipin mo na lang na ilang wednesdays na lang. isipin mo in a way na mamotivate ka to finish everything at hindi para mastress ha. at iwan mo muna ang relasyon mo with youtube =p
send my cyberhug to jose at kuya dong. pwede niyo ring iinom yan! hahaha.
tenchu! sweet. sana nandito ka. miss ka na namin. si kuya dong ay graduating nang totoo. may go-signal na sya mula sa adviser nyang i-print ang thesis. si jose naman ay maayos na rin. ako naman ay nagsusumikap. haha.
mabuti na lang talaga may Diyos. :) at, malakas ako sa Kanya :P
I don't go out on Friday, either, since I am always in the library. But on Friday night, there are only one third as many students as on weekdays.
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