I am writing because I feel sad. Not in the emo kind of way that most people do to gather up some sympathy. I do this simply because I want to unnerve and rid myself off this tumultuous hoopla.

My friends who are close to my heart and those that know me quite dearly knows that I am in a wreck right now. The fast paced curriculum and the sheer weight of my 25 unit subjects do not make a good combination...and I am now suffering the punishment. Like the marathon runner who's out of water, I am very tired. The worst thing is; its not yet over. It's just the midterms for us in the land of Taft.

I am not getting bad grades per se, but its unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Have you ever had the feeling that your future is just an arm's reach away?

Vociferous gratitude I bestow to the people that make my burden a little lighter. God knows all of you are heaven sent. I could never thank you enough for making me feel normal despite of my superhuman workload.

Which leads me to this conclusion:

I chose full heartedly to overload myself with all my subjects this term. The immense workload that is being downed on me now is my own decision and no one else. Yes, it's hard. It's difficult. One word can succinctly (but accurately) describe it--HELL. But I am not regretting one bit of it. Even though its hard and the thorny backside of the pressures sting me a lot, I still choose to stay on where I have chosen to tread all along. Because I owe it to myself to stay strong to my word.

And keep the promises I made without letting people know I strayed to the other side in one point or another.

It's gonna be a long time before I write another blog entry due to the stuff I'm doing right now.

Let me end with this thought.

While the cat is away, the rats go out and play.