Terça-feira, Agosto 10, 2004
What Junk. I Got Nothing Substantial To Talk About In Here.
A wonderful atmosphere to start my sole day off from school -- Sunday. Nice weather, no? I love the mild chill the breeze creates on my tired body. Climate conditions aren't always like this so I better treat it with great appreciation.
Surprisingly, I don't feel harried today, despite the upcoming midterm examinations next week. Ava and Soc will stay overnight at my place this Tuesday and that would be really fun. We'll see if the three of us can use the remaining hours only for studying AnaPhy and Micro and not cadge some time to doze a bit 'cause the last time we had an overnight stay in my house for a research paper in Philosophy, Ava and I slept like dead logs on the wooden floor and left the rest of the work to Sherwin.
By the way, favorite Leila and I finally talked to each other last night... during my sleep. It was a very happy scene. And I really thought she knew how to speak in Tagalog. If she had known Tagalog, let alone the English language, I would have called myself a total weirdo for still grappling to learn Portuguese. Alright, so you protest. In reality I'm whimsical but that dream was inarguably more so. Remembering it now still makes me numb.
These past few weeks I've been looking for vacant moments where I can read any material I want to read. Schoolwork have become so demanding I can't even find time to read a column in the opinion page in PDI. I don't even know when I would finally finish Alcott's novel because suddenly I am bombarded by other more 'important' tasks. So yeah, my much-loved books nowadays are no longer by Chevalier's but by Kozier and Maglaya and Marieb and a bit of Tortora -- the technical digests (digest my brain). (Laoagan, 08/08/2004)
Surprisingly, I don't feel harried today, despite the upcoming midterm examinations next week. Ava and Soc will stay overnight at my place this Tuesday and that would be really fun. We'll see if the three of us can use the remaining hours only for studying AnaPhy and Micro and not cadge some time to doze a bit 'cause the last time we had an overnight stay in my house for a research paper in Philosophy, Ava and I slept like dead logs on the wooden floor and left the rest of the work to Sherwin.
By the way, favorite Leila and I finally talked to each other last night... during my sleep. It was a very happy scene. And I really thought she knew how to speak in Tagalog. If she had known Tagalog, let alone the English language, I would have called myself a total weirdo for still grappling to learn Portuguese. Alright, so you protest. In reality I'm whimsical but that dream was inarguably more so. Remembering it now still makes me numb.
These past few weeks I've been looking for vacant moments where I can read any material I want to read. Schoolwork have become so demanding I can't even find time to read a column in the opinion page in PDI. I don't even know when I would finally finish Alcott's novel because suddenly I am bombarded by other more 'important' tasks. So yeah, my much-loved books nowadays are no longer by Chevalier's but by Kozier and Maglaya and Marieb and a bit of Tortora -- the technical digests (digest my brain). (Laoagan, 08/08/2004)
Carnaval took a nap at 2:19:00 PM
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