Thank God it's Friday.

Mood: happy. it's friday, duh.
Currently listening to: kate voegele, kindly unspoken.

Today was a day unlike any other.

yeah right.

it was just an ordinary day. probably the only things that are worth mentioning are 1)the fx-ical journey to school(yes, i have officially created the term for the journey; it's history is worthy of another post),and 2) the sizzling morning.

FX-ICAL JOURNEY TO SCHOOL

everybody knows i'm from paranaque. wait. scratch that. i hope a lot of people know that i'm from paranaque; it's a very convenient excuse whenever i'm late for class.

so, to get to uste on time, i have to wake up at 4am in the morning. i'm usually a night person; i do stuff like surfing, chatting(yes, i can now say that i chat regularly) and basically living out the ordinary life of a teen(which is pretty stressing, actually) at night. that means i don't have enough sleeping hours to get past the day. huhu.

as somewhat a consolation, my tropa(except for one, bonty) meets up every MWF at a 7-11 to go to school together. it works, you know. i have found sharing the journey with people is a lot more satisfying than traveling alone.

so this morning, we were talking about our old highshcool teachers and bands when the topic suddenly shifted to computer jargon and what not. and since only two of us are currently enrolled in the UST engineering, sila lang nag kaintindihan. so the two of us UST science dudes just sat there and.. wala lang. kapoof. good thing the computer jargon thingie only lasted for a short while; i swear i might have fallen asleep.

but the point is, we're all growing and moving along the paths we chose to take. it's evident in our blogs; all of my friends are moving along the branches of this freaking life. rb's in la salle. bonty's in feu. pronte's in ceu.

yeah, sure, aj, arvin, and ram's are all in ust, but we have different time tables and classes. we're effing miles away from each other, even at school.

yeah. you could say i'm missing my friends. a lot. i miss the times when people were just a seat, or at most, a newsroom away.

but i guess that's the way the cream-o crumbles. it just doesn't fall as two big pieces; it shatters.

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THE SIZZLING MORNING

i told you already that i'm a night person. i do stuff at night.

so it comes at no surprise when i arrived home at around 9pm, after an afternoon at quiapo and jologs.(i got dismissed at 4, btw.) after kicking off my shoes, i threw myself on the bed, promptly falling asleep, promising myself to wake up at around 12 to start the math 101 assignment (pg 39-40, nos 24-56; pgs 324-325, nos 1-36) asap.

the next thing i knew, it was already 3 am, just an hour to go before i need to start to prepare myself for school. (i generally get ready at around 4.)

what happened next was a flurry of emotion and action. i believed i have the nirvanic state, if there is such a state.

i was cursing mentally, doing those effing long division crap, multiplying polynomials by what not, screaming when i saw that my solution deviated from the book's. craaaap.

when i looked up from my desk, i saw my mom getting a can from the cupboard. great i thought. corned beef yon. yay, masarap kapag may itlog. plus, i need the protein. i buried myself in solutions again.

after an hour or so of hardcore writing, mom was already calling me for breakfast. have breakfast NOW or NEVER.

ladies and gentlemen, my mother. now you know where the "i-hate-mornings" genes come from.

so aun. i plopped myself on the dining table and looked up expectantly for corned beef. what she served however, was quite different. it was sisig.

ang HEAVY. i swear i can still feel my arteries constricting.

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if you noticed the unchronological arrangement, and are horribly and stupidly bothered by it, i ask for forgiveness; all the stress and sisig must have sizzled my brain.