Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Saturday, November 23, 2002
I was about to let myself fall into the REM stage when I suddenly remembered the date today… November 23, 2002, barely a month away before Christmas vacation. Reality check, reality check.
I have not interviewed a single person on my thesis list. Damn!
My adviser, a very, very nice lady from my school org. was very concerned with my thesis. She even initiated the first meetings, which I, the dumblehead that I am, rudely called off. I don’t deserve her. I could just grate my head on a desk fan for being so stupid.
I’m desperate. Promised to myself that I will collect all my courage to pick up the phone and tell her that I want to do something about my college life. Tomorrow I’ll be a new woman.
Oh please God, let me graduate this March.
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My bestfriend is probably angry with me because I forgot her birthday. I was thinking of ways to lie to her to excuse my insensitivity. But I opted for honesty.
She hasn’t emailed me since, and has not signed my guestbook lately. I’m really, really sorry Laurice. Didn’t mean to forget. I AM SO SORRY…
I’ll confess that I’m hopeless case when it comes to remembering dates. The only birthdays that I know by heart are the following:
Alvin = August 8, because it’s St. Dominic’s Feast Day (What can I say, I’ve been a Thomasian for too long)
Dondon = August 22, well, because he’s Dondon.
Simon = November 1. Simon is my classmate from elementary. He was the first person that I know who celebrates birthdays with the dead.
Marian Castro = December 8, she shares the date with Momma Mary
Carlo Castillo = December 16, this guy tortured the daylights out of me when I was in Grades 1, 2, & 3. It’s a pity that his birthday follows mine.
Katrina Dalino = November 15, because she celebrates her birthday a month earlier than mine.
That’s all. I can’t even place my holidays correctly in the calendar. Laurice, I am so sorry. SORRY NA TALAGA! Tanga kasi ako eh… Please, please, please… I’ll bring you your favorite sausage before our Christmas break. I’ll bring you a naked guy inside a cake if that’s what you want… When I die, you can have all my books… You can have my future husband if you want him after I’m buried 6 feet under… You can hack my URL and turn it into April Boy Regino fan site, promise I won’t sue…I’ll burn your enemies (if you have one) if you want me to… You can stop greeting me on my birthday… But please, please… forgive me… You’re my best friend because you’re a great friend. And I’m a loser who doesn’t even deserve to kiss the ground you walk on.
I’m sorry …………………………………………………………………… ……………… … …………I love you ……………………… …………………………… ………………. Happy Birthday……….
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