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Bashing...

it's a nice feeling when you hack at things... but then it's generally not nice to bash at anything -- especially if it's your head.

bashing here, is used in the sense that you would be beating yourself (or a certain part of your body, or another person's body, or intellect, etc.) to a pulp just to get things out. more like torture, but torture is sometimes correlated to things done to you that you don't like. but in my case, i'm just bashing my head in for a lot of things. and when i say a lot, i mean a lot.

it's hard to keep up with one's life especially if everything around you seems to not want to cooperate. i have 20 units enrolled this semester, and as early as now i feel the wear and tear that it's been causing me. and considering that the semester is just a few weeks old, i'm already feeling the effects of it. now i have to remind myself all over again that this is all for me, unlike then when everything was seemingly being done for someone else. now the problem i have here, is that i have to get used to doing things for myself, which i most certainly did not do back in the days when i was still... hmmm... blinded.

however it's generally a nice idea to bash your head in ang get used to doing so especially when times call for you to perform -- and perform well at that. when you get active in a lot of things, it's a nice feeling of belonging which makes life a lot better to live. and especially when a lot of things are demanded of you, as well as when your skills and worth are being put in high regard, it's really a rewarding feeling.

i believe in learning and living, as well as getting reward and reprimand.

just now i sneezed. now i have to drink vitamins to keep up with my own life. oh well, who said life is easy? perhaps that person's already dead right now.

just chillin'...

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