hate it
you just have to hate it when time seems to be going too fast for you. you can't catch up. you can never catch up. sometimes, all you can seem to do is ask: why do i bother? why should we?
the day stated normally enough. for a wednesday.
my car was in Coding so i'd to wake up early to beat the 7am bar. of course, i'd also to wake up early to jump ahead of the early morning rush hour. i did. got to school at 0600hrs, clearly at a loss as to what i should do. (OLA duty was still at 0800.)
couldn't waste some time in sleep. lately, my back was giving me problems.
couldn't study. for the life of me, there weren't any tables around.
wouldn't you know it. after this seemingly short span of a moment of trying to think of how i should while away the time, my watch was telling me that it was already close to eight. what do you know. its that sad old tale of time creeping up on you when you're not looking. which is to say that we should always be looking. i don't think there's any way of escaping the sure and steady plod of time. it just happens, time's creeping up on you, when you're not looking.
so what should you do? look?
like a glacier. mowing through anything it slides over. there it is. time. below us. around us. over our heads. damocle's sword. snake in the bushes, lying in wait. when we're not looking. or even when we are.
where was i? oh. OLA.
it was our last day of duty. two months from now, when we'll all be in the thick of our second semesters, we'll all have already belonged to different teams.
time moves on. sometimes, you just want to cry for all the stuff and the people you left behind.
the day stated normally enough. for a wednesday.
my car was in Coding so i'd to wake up early to beat the 7am bar. of course, i'd also to wake up early to jump ahead of the early morning rush hour. i did. got to school at 0600hrs, clearly at a loss as to what i should do. (OLA duty was still at 0800.)
couldn't waste some time in sleep. lately, my back was giving me problems.
couldn't study. for the life of me, there weren't any tables around.
wouldn't you know it. after this seemingly short span of a moment of trying to think of how i should while away the time, my watch was telling me that it was already close to eight. what do you know. its that sad old tale of time creeping up on you when you're not looking. which is to say that we should always be looking. i don't think there's any way of escaping the sure and steady plod of time. it just happens, time's creeping up on you, when you're not looking.
so what should you do? look?
like a glacier. mowing through anything it slides over. there it is. time. below us. around us. over our heads. damocle's sword. snake in the bushes, lying in wait. when we're not looking. or even when we are.
where was i? oh. OLA.
it was our last day of duty. two months from now, when we'll all be in the thick of our second semesters, we'll all have already belonged to different teams.
time moves on. sometimes, you just want to cry for all the stuff and the people you left behind.
posted by Talang Pula at 7:13 AM
2 Comments:
Wow, you and I are rocking the same boat. Don't you just miss all the free time? Sigh.
Very nice site! » » »
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