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Terça-feira, Junho 29, 2004

Leila Barros Is Coming To Town

She knows I'm her biggest fan so she's coming to the Philippines for me. Leila told me (in portugues) that she wanted me to see her play at the Grand Prix on July 16-18 at the PhilSports Arena. And she said she would want me to sit on the bench with her team so I'd be nearest to the Brasilians among all the other Filipino fans out there. I'd be among the VIP and I'd yell for my team during the play until my lovely throat gets sore. And then Leila would make me tumblers of cold caipirinha, and we'd drink until we get intoxicated and then we'd be dancing to the snazzy rhythm of samba as if we're actually in Rio for the carnaval... and that would be very nice. It's really nice to imagine things, isn't it? It's my potent anodyne and it makes me forget that I'm supposed to be busted up inside, or having problems... don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal.

Hopefully, we got neither AnaPhy nor Microbiology tomorrow. That means my new block mates would badly miss our instructor worth sending to Coventry. Forget about Intensive English. We are unfortunately left without a teacher available in CLA. I tell you, this is one reason why I had the gall to sign-up for some newsletter group in CN. And I was left nonplussed that, so suddenly, I am one among the three newly hired Literary Editors on our first meeting. It's an ubergroovy title, but just the same, I'm scared to do some profession I'm not really familiar with.

You see, I have never been mustered into a cluster of journalists. Back in high school, I used to think they're too smart and at the same time boring people. (Now that I'm an official journalist, you can now associate the words 'too smart' to me, but never a boring person. I'm anything but dull. You may not be aware of it, but I could be the grooviest person to ever walk this earth. No wonder Leila Barros wanted to meet me). Dream on, wannabe. As I was saying earlier, on hot afternoons in MaSci, I often find these 'little writers' sitting lazily outside the journalism room, reading the daily papers and jotting some crucial information down to their composition notes. I used to be upset too about the crazy accounts I kept hearing from these students that the notorious Miss Janet Gallardo, the journalism teacher who is rumored to be having mental disorders, often threatens them. For Miss Gallardo (I believe she hasn't any husband), to threaten means to defenestrate or to throw something or someone out of the window.

I slightly moved out of the subject. Now, going back to the first statement I wrote on the second paragraph... We got no classes tomorrow. But it's imperative that we assemble early in the morning to witness PGMA's oath in Luneta. I absolutely don't want to go because I'm a lazy kid. But it would be my first time to witness a Philippine president taking oath live, so that would be muito cool.

Greenwich's Beef and Mushroom Meal... Mushroom and Beef Meal... Meal Mushroom and Beef... who cares? I had a satisfying lunch this afternoon. Thank you, dearest. You had been my anodyne today. I have endured the strong tempest in EDSA. At that time I accidentally dropped my phone, next my umbrella. I got my bag, pants, and shoes wet. But I'm okay. Save for my sudden urge to eat another Beef and Mushroom meal.


Carnaval took a nap at 10:14:00 PM

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