Late

I feel so chill. Period.

Despite the school load and all the crap that needs reading tonight, I am ironically calm, too calm that it makes me wonder if this is a normal physiologic reaction. Normal or not, it's official. I don't give a fuck about exams. HA. And I guess everyone else in our batch is having similar premonitions; well, almost.

Nonetheless, I'm not at all that bothered. And I'll likely end up sleeping lol. K but then again, rereading the above statements stimulated my conscience into sending neural transmissions full of profanity to my frontal lobe, "What the fuck are you doing?" Like a perpetuating mental war, I'm stuck within a very sticky situation that heeds an urgent decision of choosing between procrastination and responsibility. It's very confusing I tell you. And equally difficult and life-threatening, as well. It's like being made to choose between fucking before studying or studying before fucking. Both options are somewhat synonymous in construct but being keen enough, you'll see the fine difference.

So what do I choose? Should I be homogenous? Or should I become a deviant of this lazy-arse society? For once, I'll deviate from my usual pattern, have a cup of coffee (or maybe not) and read, though the time right now tells me that the decision made is already late.

But in an aftermath like this, I always keep in mind what one great hero once said. Better late than never.