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    Thursday, November 25, 2004

    Deprived of Time

    Don't you ever feel like sometimes moments pass so swiftly like trying to grasp grains of sand? I've never known a "fast-paced lifestyle" since I got myself into med school. Back in college, everything was also fast-paced. But I never really felt how fast it was. Coz everything seemed to be normal still. Now, I've turned into one disoriented monster who most of the time is found clueless of what day or date it is. I've never done so few things in my life (aral-kain-aral-tulog) yet and still, I haven't had time for anything else that I'd want to do with my life. I could say I'd be preparing for the next day's exam (or maybe next week's) and it would feel like talking about something that would come into past in a few hours. Some people think it's exaggerated. I wish they've known better. Coz it really is a hyperbole for me. Most of the time, I see something interesting on TV but have to shrug off the allurement just coz compromising a few minutes of entertainment would prolong study time and therefore decrease your time for sleep (does this sound like a Physio problem?). And these few minutes would mean the whole world to you especially during these situations...
    • your mom/roommate/housemate/whoever/whatever tries to wake you up so early in the morning and you plead for a few minutes more before getting up
    • you rush your way up the stairs of your building so you could make it on time for your first class (and not miss the pre-test that the docs will be giving)...you'd wish the doctors come a few minutes later than you do
    • you browse through your notes before a big exam and realize you haven't read a few more pages just as the proctor enters the room and tells everyone to keep their notes

    I owe an email to 3 important people in my life who constantly left messages on my messenger to check on me. My cousin Michelle in Cali who I haven't seen for 3 years now and who needs my advice because she will be going to college next sem. My girl friend Nadj whom I've lost touched with since high school. My best friend Dave who's so eager to update me with his latest writings. *sigh* Sometimes, it's such a drag to even reply to a text message.

    But what the heck am I even here? Mercy.


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