A Series of Random Events

Here is a sort of life lately post... I did not know folding papers could be excessively frustrating. Swear, I kept on cursing during lab class because of failed attempts in making impeccable powder packets. I managed to squeeze in a trip to La Salle this noon. Haha Time management! Got back just in time for lecture. The result of my exam last Saturday was worth not snoozing in class. What a beautiful sight. :)

Firework! Firework! Firework! Tonight had the best so far. Lalala happy kid. Im gonna stay at McDonalds, eat fries and sundae while poring over crappy notes. I think this post is more appropriate in twitter. Prolly need to have an acc soon.

Last post was a month ago pa haha. Ditched classes today for another episode of rehydration, nursing, and rest. Never was the sickly type. Noticed I get unwell during exam days. Just my luck. lol Will be watching GOT (finally! my brother’s done with the first four episodes five days ago) tonight while simultaneously reviewing for tomorrow’s exam. Who cares. It is Get-Well-Soon Friday in my made-up calendar plus the only stuff I am capable of eating are crackers.

I know manners but fuck you, groupmates. For real.

Isn't it cool that many tv commercials and street photographs featuring Manila were taken beside my father's workplace? The uncool part is I have never had a photo down that alleyway. People really opt for the walls of the old building. It was renovated last year though. I preferred the way it looked before. A hodgepodge of drama, art and character.

First night of March is the bomb! More than thrilled to watch another firework display from the balcony. There is unfathomable bliss I always feel the moment a tiny spark of light rises and then blooms into petals of brightness. For a second or two, you wait for it to spectacle the dark canvas of the skies. Finally it shows, somewhat freezes the time. That... one of the best feelings.

Bad times. Today is one annoying shit. I almost cried (which I rarely do or mention in public) because my haircut failed. Relatives came over. I got shouted at too. Now I am losing my mind as to how I will endure this crappy night. I am fucked up as fuck.

There was this incomparable emotion, for one complete second, that welled up tears in my eyes. Yes, having a glimpse of the Pope had that effect on me. Strong effect.