I Feel Terrible.

Don't worry I did not commit a mortal sin. I am just beyond exhaustion. I woke up feeling silly because I was not able to send the 10-page long report that I did because Windows 2007 would not open to other PCs.

Crap.

Pure crap.

So I had to re-type it.

Darn.

I should have been sleeping and dreaming about Chiz Escudero. How many times did I talk about Chiz Escudero this week? More than the usual.

Oh yes. I had my laptop configured for Wi-Fi purposes. Yeah. UP is getting techie these days.

After three hours of class, my Japanese friend Akiko and I ate in that small Japanese/Korean restaurant in UP Shopping Center. UP is getting international eh? I let her chose the food. She knows it better than me.

Food. Oliver Twist is correct when he described it as glorious.

And nothing is more glorious than comfort foods like ice cream. So I ate strawberry flavored ice cream while having an animated (or imaginary drug-laced discussion) with fellow East 2 dormers. Weddings?! Yes. That was the topic. Can you imagine me and marriage? We simply don't go together like a horse and carriage. Sorry Frank. Sinatra that is.

But ice cream is good. Really good.

I Feel Lazy

I am currently slacking. Letting my research topic outline gather dust in my not-so-dusty study table. Hey. I noticed an anagram: DUSTY and STUDY. Hmmm...there is a connection. But I will still pass my papers after I get tired of blogging.

Yesterday, as I was surfing. I read from Blue Train that he considered my blog as one of the ten most influential. I wonder how influential? When I was still addicted to poetry, one of my friends said that it was just hormonal imbalance that led to me to writing verses. I guess the same scientific explanation applies to my blog addiction.


Last night, I got unexpected text message from our driver. Manong Rey sure knows the good news that I like. Apparently, my favorite PBA team - Alaska Aces - has won and set a seventh game duel with Talk N Text. It's been a long time since my beloved team had reached the championship. The last time they figured a seven games series was against Formula Shell in the 1996 Commissioner's Cup. I know my history. Oh. They won the series and went on to carve a grandslam masterpiece.(Mike Cortez is hot!)


I hope that Willie Miller and company would follow the marvelous footsteps of the past soldiers of the Uytengsu franchise and begin a new era of domination.
The goal tomorrow is to make Manny Pangilinan cry.