Odamari!

Weird, isn’t it?

Friday should be the day I anticipate the most. It is the start of a glorious weekend filled with fun, games, movies, gigs and a bottle or two of your favorite booze. Friday should be the epitome of “gimik nights” or simply put, the nights where you get drunk too much for you to remember anything in the morning. Such fun times is usually ignited by the word Friday.

But such fate is not for me. Ever since the start of this semester, Friday is literally filled with stress. From the early 8AM class, to the annoying 1-4PM Laboratory class, then to put a cherry on top of a really crappy day, a boring 4-5:30PM class. No joking. It is that annoying. I loathe Fridays because of this, even though she does not deserve to be loathed. It was my fault after all. Everything is. And everything that is happening to me, is all my fucking fault.

I can only give a helpless sigh. Because today is no different from any Friday since the start of the semester: I have to work late nights because of my summer commitments. Talk about regretting it. But it is my responsibility, and I have to take it like a man. Or in my case, take it like the little ranter cry baby like I am.

Which leaves me now, all alone, in the office, finishing my project for my initial presentation tomorrow at 11am. I may not sleep tonight. I may not even blink an eye. Exaggeration aside, I should be finishing this, no matter how long it will take, even if I’m pressed back against the wall. I’m helpless and alone, but I can always raise my head up and take the responsibility.

I am not afraid of track records, or signs of approval, or anything anymore. I learned my lesson, hopefully, that I am not as skillfull as I think I am. I’m still a student after all.

So before I bore you all with my rants about my desposition, I leave you all with a thought, that sometimes it takes sacrifice to recover what you’ve lost. Meaning, you still have to lose something, to gain things that you are currently losing. Ironic, but true. So my sacrifice is my Friday night.

And my tears. And sweat. And blood.

All for petty sums of cash.