The Week That Was...

...isn't actually a good one!

I anticipated bad scores the moment my Tita Irene and Cuz Ryan arrives. I haven't been having serious study times and I am most of the time tired. I was actually multi-tasking--going to classes early, rushing my way home, helping my cousin with his pile of homeworks and making sure I bring my Tita somewhere interesting when I get home from school. When everyone has retired from a long day, I grab a cup of coffee and try to study. I've never finished my supposed readings for this week. I would be dozzing off at 12 midnight (y'know how envious you could get when everyone in the house has fallen asleep already and you're still wide awake?!) and then realize later on that I have overslept and that I only have 2 hours to prepare for my morning class.

I am a tired dog.

They have left already. But next week, my Dad will be coming back home. I get this feeling that whenever someone comes home from somewhere, I sacrifice my personal time to accommodate them. I wish I wouldn't ruin my study time next week. It's going to be really critical. And I can't afford to get anymore bad scores...






215 emails on my inbox.









I had to delete to many messages from my e-groups.








Hayyy...







I really feel bad about my Anatomy practical exam a while ago...







You think you know so much but you actually know nothing.








Dang.