today was a day which kept on giving.

but much like actual presents, you never know when you'll get sucky ones. i hope this first day isn't a foreshadowing of the month to come. i'd like to enjoy my sem break please.

the disaster actually started early today. way early today. as the clock struck twelve, i lay awake in bed. the tv was off. the pc was far far away. the street noise was gone. the night was peaceful and calm. and yet, slumber eludes me still. i actually prepped for sleep around 11, and tucked myself in around 1130. but 30 minutes of coughing, rolling around, and general fidgeting taught me that this was going nowhere. so i turned the tv on, set it to sleep in 30, and curled up with my back to the lights and sounds. not foolproof, but generally effective.

skip to 530. i awake to the sounds of my yaya waking me up from downstairs. a bit later than my usual 5 at fridays, but an arrangement held, and my schedule complied. arrived in upm 8 sharp, to find out my pe class was suspended. and my dear friend who agreed to come at 8 figured she'd arrive 30 minutes later. we made plans. i could have slept 30 minutes longer.

across taft to mcdo. i love this part. ordered the letter B with a milo. pancakes, for the not-so-fastfood-fanatic. headed upstairs, devoured the first one with gusto, then proceeded to switch the empty styro with the other one. guess who knocked his drink over. and who was wearing dirty white today. and who had the smart idea of bringing his fishnet-sided knapsack to school. yep, you guessed right.

back to beloved paz. upon settling in front of the pc for free internet fun, i find that i have made two new enemies. not real enemies, but as close as i can get. one, for me bashing her on the forums. the other, for my "sabotaging" his study time last night with the temptations of the novel which he borrowed from me. he has now declared a state of insurgency between the intellectual classes of the batch. funny, but true. guess i deserved that one.

go forward many many hours later. i get a 2.25 in histo 2, while my we-agreed-at-8-but-you-come-at-830-i-could-have-slept-longer friend gets a 1 for having the same raw score and participation in one hotel gig. i knew i should have joined that. and on my way to get my term paper, the strap of my sandal broke. at least it's an excuse to buy a new one.

but again, life isn't all downs, its ups too. that was our last histo 2 class. and i was able to sneak out to have some exams photocopied. lots of people signed up for tabulas, which means i have more to do online later during the break (hoping they update frequently). and the sweetest treat of today: i was the last one to get my draft back this afternoon. returned with as much blank pages as the fingers on both hands. blank pages meaning pages with little or grammatical errors, we all know that. knowing it was too good to be true, in hindsight, i should have barraged my prof with pleas of assurance, that those were my only mistakes. but why would i want to find out that my draft deserved more pencil markings than that? the three nights sacrificed for this cause can now rest in peace. few such nights will follow, thankfully.

but now, the karma has set back in. my mind and body are tired, yet philo requires my full attention. and i must get up early tomorrow as well, to return books to upd. and the whole of sunday will be devoted to math, seeing as the exam was moved from 6pm to 10am monday. and the pseudo-asthma just won't say goodbye.

my writing's not so deep today. damn.