Bah, I knew I should have taken a safer, insanity-proof course during college. Like Music.

This week had been like a trip through walls and walls of Hellfire...and there is still two months to go before my licensure exams. God help me, but I'm feeling perfectly horrid today. (sigh)

Even with the roomier schedule (after I had announced a hiatus from writing and beta-ing in ffnet), I find myself struggling to study volumes upon volumes of topics that I have planned to read--and should have finished reading--by the end of the day. It seems that the more I study, the more these darn notes and books keep popping up on my bed, my study table, my floor...you get the idea. Total chaotic mess, all locked up in my one-bedroom apartment.

It's a good thing my parents allowed me to study and live by myself in the meantime, or else my mother would have an aneurism at the first glance at my living room. You can't even see the couch now; everything is covered in notes, books, and balls upon balls of scrapped paper. One lit match and BOOM. Bye-bye apartment.

Anyway, despite the fact that I have forced upon myself an unbreakable rule to study for the last ever exam I will have to take, I find myself doodling upon the margins of my book or notebook (whichever is on hand at the present) about the stories I have left unfinished and hanging at ffnet. As such, even though I am on hiatus, I actually posted the eighth chapter to Blinding Light and the seventh (or also eighth?) chapter to Unsung, Untold.

I should be feeling guilty I know, but I don't. I actually feel quite satisfied with the posting. (sigh) I don't know whether to feel proud or what.

Anyway, I just hope a lot of people give positive reviews. It's one of the few things that can actually uplift my sorely stressed spirits at the moment.

Well, can't say anymore here. Better get back to the books, ladies and gentlemen...