15..14..13..12..11..10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1.. "Sembreak na!"
The clock ticked and its hands reached 5 and 12. We screamed together like we needed to get out of the haul and party before the world ends. We acted like there was no tomorrow even though our awaited moment was just coming. The shouts of success, that's what I heard before we separated. Just as I said goodbye to the room I spent almost 5 months with, I thought of the week to come. That week, that break, that would give me the rest that I truly needed.
The wait for this span of days was too long. It was thrilling, too thrilling to think that there would be 10 days that I would get to sleep, without school works bothering my tired mind but was my sembreak really worth the wait? Was it worth all the hype I gave it? ow Would it be fun?
Oddly enough, the teachers gave a little more than nothing of sembreak works. I was too happy that for my beloved sembreak, I could get the chance to relax and to enjoy myself. By relaxation, I mean to enjoy myself outside our home but what happened was the entire opposite. Even though it was fun, I just stayed the whole break inside our house, scanning my news feed, eating, and irregularly going out to play some ball.
Six eventless days had passed. Nothing special happened. I spent my days doing the same things again, all over again. I enjoyed it but it was truly troublesome not to do anything new. I was the least satisfied with my routine. Without Facebook, I didn't know what to do. It felt like it was the only thing that I had. I can blame myself, I know, because I could have done my assignments yet I didn't. I was too lazy. That first week was crappy boring.
Then, by October 31, I decided to my homeworks. I was so proud of myself since it was still 4 days before the classes resume. I know that for other people, they won't be even proud, I mean they would even deny the heck of it, but I am truly happy for that. It felt like I reached a milestone though it would still be tough since we would be going to the cemetery the day after.
Meeting my relatives weren't totally new for me. Yes, we meet only occasionally but still it wouldn't have far intervals but this year was truly a different case. There was some sort of conflict between my relatives and it was relieving to see them pray together, eat together, commemorate the spirits of the dead together and to see them back to how they were back before.
The next day, I did all the other works needed to be done. I was so proud that I had one free day to spend though I just spent in reading mangas. I did not hate it, but I could have studied for that one free day. I just frowned and told myself, in the same evening, "seems like being industrious is not just cut out for me."
Yes, it was totally worth the wait. I got what I wanted, which was rest, but it was rather boring. The semestral break had really relaxed me and that's what I really needed. It was not that fun but at least it gave me what I want.
Oddly enough, the teachers gave a little more than nothing of sembreak works. I was too happy that for my beloved sembreak, I could get the chance to relax and to enjoy myself. By relaxation, I mean to enjoy myself outside our home but what happened was the entire opposite. Even though it was fun, I just stayed the whole break inside our house, scanning my news feed, eating, and irregularly going out to play some ball.
Six eventless days had passed. Nothing special happened. I spent my days doing the same things again, all over again. I enjoyed it but it was truly troublesome not to do anything new. I was the least satisfied with my routine. Without Facebook, I didn't know what to do. It felt like it was the only thing that I had. I can blame myself, I know, because I could have done my assignments yet I didn't. I was too lazy. That first week was crappy boring.
Then, by October 31, I decided to my homeworks. I was so proud of myself since it was still 4 days before the classes resume. I know that for other people, they won't be even proud, I mean they would even deny the heck of it, but I am truly happy for that. It felt like I reached a milestone though it would still be tough since we would be going to the cemetery the day after.
Meeting my relatives weren't totally new for me. Yes, we meet only occasionally but still it wouldn't have far intervals but this year was truly a different case. There was some sort of conflict between my relatives and it was relieving to see them pray together, eat together, commemorate the spirits of the dead together and to see them back to how they were back before.
The next day, I did all the other works needed to be done. I was so proud that I had one free day to spend though I just spent in reading mangas. I did not hate it, but I could have studied for that one free day. I just frowned and told myself, in the same evening, "seems like being industrious is not just cut out for me."
Yes, it was totally worth the wait. I got what I wanted, which was rest, but it was rather boring. The semestral break had really relaxed me and that's what I really needed. It was not that fun but at least it gave me what I want.
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