HELL WEEK.

I'm in the period called "hell week." Damn research paper, Lit midterms, Chem student-designed experiment and Chem Long Test! they're sucking the life out of me. Partly it's really stressful but it's not impossible to do with the right time management I try to follow :) I really thank God for helping me with my stuff last week which was another hell week- Math Long test, Math midterms and fil Long Test- and also for helping me (almost) finish my research paper during the weekend (2 shady days) even if I felt really really lazy.

But, the truth is, this hell week makes me feel a lot better in my college life. I guess it feels really better to do a lot of stuff rather than redundantly go to school wasting my time. Nyahaha...

Since I'm feeling really happy this week, wait for the 2nd installment of my correspondence report Life under the Blue Sky! COMING SOON ;P

CHRISTMASES OF THE YOUTH.

The first Noel the angel did say was to certain poor shepherd in fields as they lay...

A Yuletide song plays in the air as lights, green, yellow, and red, appear and fade in the cold night. Amidst colorful gifts waiting to be opened on the strike of Twelve, a pine tree stands proud boasting the ribbins, lit candles, and little angels adorning its bushy trunk. In the seemingly dark December night, merriment and laughter echo through, spreading a feeling of warmth and love all around.

Despite of the darkness of this Christmas, happiness reigns. An aura of mystique envelopes and separates the night from the world, making it dreamy perfect for a child.

But children grow and lose their youth, and Christmas is never the same exhilirating experience again.

That happened to me.

Year after year, Christmastimes have come and left, yet that mystical feeling never visited again. But, I can visit the experience in my mind. When I shut my eyes and reminisce, faded scenes come into my mind of those Christmastimes so long ago. Misty as they are, I can still feel the pristine joy and excitement I felt as a child. It just feels like a myth or a dream, but what is good about is that it really happened.

Despite the yearning for Christmases such as those, I am still thankful that in Christmastimes long ago, I felt the aura of mystique and merriment that separated those nights from the world and it was damn perfect for me.