Part of being twenty-one now is to be awake twenty-one hours a day. I’m overworking!

At school, I am more engaged in co-curricular activities than my academics. I am only carrying the lightest possible subject load that my scholarship allows although as if I am bearing 24 units* literally. I am just in my junior year and I’m expecting the heaviest freight next semester in worst-case. I’m not a superhero – not even a SuperNaz.

I am beating, extending rather, deadline set by our editor-in-chief, Corsarius. Our captain is considerate enough to lay down our target release so we won’t be bothered especially we are now in mid-semester. Thanks and he considered my chaotic schedule and dispensed fewer assignments as features (and fun) editor. Although I am pressured being the latter because I’m hoping I can equal Second Run.

Parser is working harder because we pledge Bigtime. That’s why I’m taking my second work unreserved to call on advertisers to sponsor the paper. I remember I sounded harsh when I asked my editor to reassess managing editor’s function since business matters really matter now unlike before. It is up to them to decide and I’m ‘open’.

Aside from the school paper, I am also attending SUMS_UP assemblies. I am taking good care of UP ACM’s fund. UnPLUG is developing an electronic election scheme and I’m still thinking how to be involved in my organization. It is a blessing in disguise that the volunteers are temporarily restrained in ECR.

I’m an applicant of UP Cursor. My batch is preparing for our talents night. I am undecided whether to sing or to dance or both. It doesn’t end there because week after week another requisite must be get hold of.

I’m having a number of part-time jobs. One is as a student assistant in our department completing a hundred working hours every month. Meanwhile, I haven’t done my examinations and materials for my tutorial sessions. We are also designing a web site for my friend’s Lovestory band.

To make my schooling more stressful, I need to obtain an average of ’2.0′ for my scholarship to continue which by the way is still in discussion whether it will expire after this semester or after my fifth stay in campus. That’s why I’m now completing my application for this new scholarship program in case (which is actually due next week).

But of course, school is not just my life. She is ringing my phone for nights. She won’t send me SMS unless I will after the missed calls. She’s always conscious if she’s disturbing me. Okay. She’s caring. I love it. I don’t know whether she’s making an excuse for both of us to stop texting or she’s feeling that I’m not interested. Perhaps, I have to made the first move this time.

While I’m still confuse on my feelings toward her, my eyes are searching places. One time, out of the blue, I became interested to one of Cursor slash Parser member. (Sorry ComSci, no more clues to spill, next time if I’m already sure on her). I nearly asked someone if she’s still available (or if she’s taking 24 units, does she have an available time). My mouth just shut.

Yes, it is out of nowhere! I confess. I had this Plan A last Thursday, my 10101st birthday. I wanted to approach my long-time crush, to give her bouquet of flowers, box of chocolates, with poetry perhaps, to finally tell her she hit me. Sigh. I can’t figure how. I have no idea when is the next time. Not on the Valentine’s Day because that will be her boyfriend’s turn. I’m already running out of time. She’s graduating. Errr.

My right arm is still aching from the badminton session last Saturday. I need to rest now. I’ll just publish my posts on my three blogs tomorrow. Next week is Valentine’s. My two friends, who both have 24 units, perhaps have their date. I’ll be left alone, busy.

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* Someone who is carrying 24 units is having his or her time with at least one partner.