It's SenKosh Day.

And it would be rude not to celebrate it. Ha.

PS:

I totally forgot that it was SenMitHana Day yesterday. Not that we do celebrate it or anything. Just sayin'.

07/11/10

Happy SenRuHana Day!

Well, I'm not really a fan of that but as Karin said, this doesn't happen for another century and not more accurately for another millennium.

I'm more excited though for HanaRuHana Day. I should be, since that's my OTP. Haha.

20

Last Thursday, we had a batch dinner at Max's in SM Marikina because of the Chicken-All-You-Can promo. And despite having not eaten anything for the entire day (because I woke up late and I was too lazy to go to the cafeteria) except for some biscuits and water, I was only able to eat three chicken. I was aiming for four but I was already full by the time I had my second one and I was only forcing myself to finish the third one. Pity that.

There were 22 of us that night. Alvin was the one who took the picture so he wasn't there with us. Haha. And the foreigner in the picture is Rasmus, the Danish guy who is working with Lester and Ronna for their part-time job. He was their birthday gift for me. Hahaha :))

Well, on another note, I had a pretty awesome birthday. I watched Toy Story 3 again with Dad, Kuya, and Lyn (I might have cried a tear or two, or three by the end of the movie. Meh, I think it's safe to say that I will always cry when I watch that movie. It's just so heartbreaking). And I sort of think of this dinner as a post-birthday celebration with my batchmates. And two weeks ago, my high school batchmates came over to my place for a spontaneous reunion (although I got reprimanded a bit for having so much people over, it was still fun).

Also, my Facebook wall was flooded with birthday messages from a lot of people! Even some grade school friends who I haven't spoken to in years (Read: My grade school crush greeted me, too. I had to laugh. Kung binati niya ako 10 years ago, sana kinilig pa ako. Hahahaha). And I somehow felt weird browsing through all the messages. Weird but happy.

And I've actually gotten over my birthday blues. 20 isn't such a bad number, after all. :)

When I get sad I stop being sad and be AWESOME instead. And since it was my birthday , I felt a hundred times more awesome. :3

The First of July

So I've been dreading the first of July since who-knows-when because of my upcoming birthday. I think this is the worst case of birthday blues I've ever had simply because I'm turning twenty this year and I don't particularly like that number because 1) it means I'm old and 2) there's something off about it.

Anyway, aside from me stressing over the inevitable, Loki, the god of Mischief, has other plans for me today. I woke up late (read: 15 minutes before the time) for my Sociology class and I had to rush to school because our teacher told us last meeting that we're going to have a group activity today. I arrived in Faura AVR (because that's where we were supposed to meet, instead of our usual classroom in CTC) 15 minutes late and found that the class was watching some sort of documentary about Marcos and Malacañang (FYI: I found out that there was a "ghost" of Quezon's butler in the palace during Marcos' time. Creepy. :O). I was seated in the corner at the back, silently glancing around the dark room for familiar faces. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any because my classmates are all sophomores and I don't know any of them. But I started thinking that I might be in the wrong classroom because my teacher is nowhere to be seen. Besides he didn't mention anything about watching a documentary, unless he wanted us to analyse how people socialize with each other during the Marcos period.

So I went out of the room, ninja style, and went to our classroom in CTC to check if the class moved back there. But it was empty and I felt stupid for leaving the AVR in the first place because that means I have to sneak back in. Then a classmate texted me that we were given a free cut and I was like, "Oh. I woke up this early for nothing. My next class is in ten hours."

In my five years in college, this is only the second time I found myself in the wrong class. The first one was during the second day of my fifth year. I'm starting to think that the older I get, the more stupid I get, too. Who ever said wisdom can be earned through the years? Apparently, I'm not getting any wiser and my brain cells are slowly dying. I mourn for their death.

I have six more hours to spare before my next class. And six more days to contemplate before I officially become a tween.

God, I need more time.