I read a post in my archives and I can't help but feel a tad uncomfortable. It's like being a critic to your old self who was better than what you are now. Odd, but true nevertheless.

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Today was a day of disappointments. We were supposed to have killer test. Or trials of some sorts. First up was Bio Lab. We were suppoesed to have a quiz for all the experiments we did last week. Translation: Before we were to memorize the muscular, nervous and the skeletal system. Now we had to learn, by heart, everything else. But I didn't even study for it. All I did was my lecture guides (disappointment no. 2). Anyway, I hade to get up early this morning and bone up for the ridiculous test and I can say that I didn't learn anything. My mind was probably still asleep? Don't care. Then realizing that I was running late, I had to sprint past a grabage truck and through a hospital just to get to the lab on time. And voila! No test. Fine, it was nice that the thing didn't push through. But it would've been nicer if I've had news of it earlier. I could've snagged a few more precious minutes of delicious slumber.

Oh well. Wazduneezdun. And pancreatic juice looks and smells gross, by the way. And I meant it as being an extracted one. Bottled. Outside you. It looks a lot like yellow vomit and the smell is inexplicable. And it feels sticky and thick and generally gross! Yes, a drop unwantedly took up residence on my right index finger for a moment or longer. After that was a flurry of pure disgusted panic.

Next disappointment.

I spent most of my night reading through biological text and writing biological answers to biological questions thanks to our biologically biological teacher. I had to do TWO, yes TWO, lecture guides. I was too lazy-slash-preoccupied to do them before the exams so I had to do it as effectively as I can, as fast as I can, without the aid of Mr. Blue Nowhere. Stupid ISP. All I had was Mr. C (Campbell, not Cayabyab) and Encarta. How sad. Anyway, I was considerably enjoying myself because all the answers that I was lloking for were so generously provided by my available resource. I only regret that I didn't do them before the exams. I could've prepared more. But I had pleasant results from that exam anyway so...

Third disappointment.

I didn't enjoy lunch today because I had to read a handsomely prepared outline for a dubiously concocted reading requirement. Dubious because it kind of contradicted with what I've learned during portions of my academic life (which is now swallowing me whole, by the way). Weird mnemonics were conjured in front of empty plates and C2 bottles. There was MSSLTIGAI and FERPEM. In the spirit of combinations, we decided to throw our remaining Humanities subjects and what we came up with was so hilarious we had to put down what we were doing for fear for crumpling them up, adding to the country's waste management problem.

What we came up with: "Isang baklang damadaan, sumasayaw ng swing habang nagtatalumpati." Hum, Kom, and PE. 3 in 1. Just like coffee.

Anyway, we ended up not having a quiz. Instead, we had to endure an hour and a half of a seemingly irrelevant documentary about tsunamis. Fine. I admit that I did enjoy it for a while. But what does this have to do with culture? Some of us took guesses and mine involved the Australian Aborigines painting things on rocks about how a great wave appeared from heaven, cleansing the earth. Also killing a lot in the process. This must have been cultural.

Disappointment number 4.

We had Math. And +c, we meet again. Never walk out on me? Especially during critical moments...like exams maybe?

No matter how disappointing this day was, it was saved by the postponing of our Chem lab exam. Wee! The heavens conspire with the lovers, freeing them from all academic bounds to enjoy a day with special someones.

Yes, And it's the Great Hearts' Day tomorrow. And it's such a surprise for me to learn that this day was such a big deal. Not to mention people savign up for it. Gosh, what an expensive ordeal! Anyway, I do hope people enjoy tomorrow. This is like the first ray of sunlight the class will be getting after spending so much time buried in books.we hardly get sunshine. Yes, that's why I'm able to write a long post that's so long overdue. Nothing urgent. Yet. But still. Sweet.

I don't have anything pressing to do for tomorrow. Nope. No one to get bubbly about. Well, maybe there's you. But how sure am I? All I know is that of all the deadly sins, you, by far, are my favorite.