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And this is not even the toughest part.

I want to bang my head unto the wall and scream, “Why the hell am I doing this?”. Because sometimes I hate how school makes me feel so uncertain and insecure about myself. I can’t stare at my paper for an hour or forever. I’d like to think my brain is failing me, or am I failing my brain?

One more semester to go. It’s definitely not the last hurdle or the ultimate end, though. I have three hundred days (more or less) to get my act together before the next bar season. I should be doing a count-down, really. My friend DK warned that the next five months will be a breeze.

Lonely Planet dreams will have to take backseat for now.

Everyday, it doesn’t matter if it’s in the morning or in the evening.

I don’t know exactly when I lost the enthusiasm to read the news, but yes I did lost it. Ironic, isn’t it? Because: I worked in a newsroom for quite sometime; have been a government media liason in another life; and was a campus journalist while earning a journalism degree in the university. I guess angas got the better of me. I had this twisted belief I knew the news because I actually wrote the news. (It didn’t follow, really). And whenever I read the papers, it was a haphazard, browsing activity. I just wasn’t genuinely interested, I was apathetic to the world! Nakakahiyang aminin, pero totoo.

Cooped up in my own little world saturated with legalspeak, with nothing to connect me to the world save for the internet and radio (not really a tv person these days), only the newspaper can save me from being a hermit.