Sembreak? One of those trademark questions that one of my adviser’s been asking nowadays. Apparently, she doesn’t intend us to have one. She’d rather us keep our Christmas vacation as vacant as possible since it is supposed to be for family time and not some academic undertaking.

But here I am, almost half a day away from taking a plane to Cebu.

This trip has been planned ever since summer and we have already availed of the airline’s fare discounts. Canceling would only mean spending money for nothing so backing out is not an option.

What bothers me now is how I would ever relax knowing that I’m leaving a huge mountain of workload that would only grow until I tend to it? I’m really tempted to bring my laptop and do my work there. Then again, it defeats the purpose of a vacation in the first place. Pretty stupid of me to let my mother spend on another working venue for me.

I think I deserve this break. After what I’ve been through, taking a breather might actually be a  critical decision, physiologically speaking.

And my adviser did say ‘Don’t get sick.’ So, it may be hitting two birds with one stone. It’s only for four days, afterall. I can tackle all my tasks during the weekend.

Time to check the tires. As they say, fuel consumption will lessen if your tires are properly aligned and inflated.

As if things would not get any worse, life just tortured me again with more sh*t.

I’m depressed, upset, irate, afraid and really really tired. Surviving the remaining days of the semester would have been more bearable if I wouldn’t have to deal with a battered ego and very low morale.

Why is it that despite exhausting all my time, effort and energy, I still found myself lacking and failing? Does things have to always turn out different from the way I have hoped it to be?

Have faith. Keep on praying. That’s what my mother would say over and over. Although her words are really comforting, I doubt if I could do a complete 180 in time.

I need a long vacation. Or at least decent hours of peaceful sleep. Or maybe a sensible talk with someone just to release my tension. And no, anxiety attacks do NOT count as release.

If it weren’t for the Cello’s donuts, ‘Lake House’ reruns, Jeopardy episodes and scheduled phone calls, I would have gone crazy with all the work load I have to finish.

I hate finals week, 20 unit sem-workload and my sickness that delayed my otherwise work schedule…

And for just a brief moment, a little weirdness wouldn’t hurt anyone. Hence, this cute little proof.