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My day started bad. I woke up only to realize that I have already missed my first class. It's my first absence of the semester. I woke up late because I forgot to set the alarm because I was preoccupied because I had a bad day because I failed a biology test because I did not read in advance because I was too tired because I went to a Christian church because I wanted to be a better Christian (well actually I am Catholic). Because, because, because. So I hurriedly jumped out of bed. And after a quick shower I went to my second class class (almost late) sweating like a construction worker, as though I haven't showered at all. I haven't had breakfast so I was starving the whole time.
So there you have it. My day started baaad.
After my third class, I went back to the apartment because I had 4 hours off before my last class. So I did the laundry. Just as I was about to hang my clothes, it started raining.
Not only was my morning bad, my afternoon was, too.
Fifteen minutes before four o'clock, I started walking to the CAS Annex Auditorium. My Humanities class was postponed today as we were required to be audience to a symposium entitled: iWrite, iBlog, iFilm (something like that). I got there sweating as I tried to be there on time only to learn that the symposium was postponed for an hour. The guest speaker wasn't there yet. So I sat in the airconditioned auditorium waiting for my sweat to dry. Cough, Colds, TB, Pneumonia, DEATH. Good thing I brought my Jessica Zafra.
Not only was my whole day bad, my night ought to be bad as well.
Finally the symposium started after an hour and fifteen minutes of waiting. The first speaker was a sophomore. He's a blogger and he won in a national blog award (the ones you read about in the papers). His blog, Utak-Gago won fifth. So he spoke about blog, blogging, etc. His current blog is menthol-guy.com
There was a dance performance. It was awesome.
The second guest speaker (who caused the postponement) arrived. The hostess introduced him and when she said his name I turned into stone. Only half of the audience reacted happily as the other half, surprisingly, had no idea who he was. My excitement was to the extent that I got teary-eyed, not because I got emotional but simply because I was excited, and I started shrieking. He talked about film making. He was really, really funny. And cute. Well not he-so-pogi cute but adorkable. Adorable dork. Haha. He talked for about 20 minutes and the whole time I just stared at him in amazement. I was in a state of pure bliss, nirvana, emotional orgasm, whatever you want to call it. I was happy.
God, it was Ramon Bautista.
So, my day ended really well. Really, really well.
As a tribute, I am not eating tonight and not bingeing tomorrow.
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| I read about this featured website in Reader's Digest. It's called FreeRice and it's a vocabulary test of some sort. Every word you get right, they donate 20 grains of rice through the UN Food Program. As of this moment, I have donated 140 grains of rice to the world (hey, I just started 5mins ago). Come to think of it, why make our brains hurt when they ae going to donate it anyway? And how much difference does 20 grains make, huh? The 140 grains I have donated would probably only be a spoonful. How many words do I have to get right to donate a kilo? It seems hard but I like the idea. I think (get ready, here comes cheezy) that whoever thought of this program is trying to tell us that we CAN help and make a difference. Very small it may seem but after some time it creates change. Oha! Kung sa bagay, 20 and 20 makes 40 AND 40 and 40 makes 80, so on. Click this to help end hunger. :) UPDATE: 
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| This is so unfair. I finally got to love Humanities (last year, Humanities for me was defined: "Dada art, Painting, Canvass.") and now I am starting to hate it again. We are required to make a poem. God. To my eyes, every single poem is written in Russian. I don't know wny I just can't absorb the beauty of poetry. It's so sad that despite having my own place and all, I still cant enhance my culinary "skills" (if you can call it that). Instead, I have mastered the following techniques:
a. Boil water.
b. Just add water
c. "Ate, pabalot po."
d. Open a can I ham happy to be able to come home every weekend and eat real food. | | |
| My life is too perfect right now. I am afraid it will all go away at the same time. | | |
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