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.
Sunday, March 30, 2003
I HAVE A DEGREE IN JOURNALISM!
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I’m counting hours before my graduation… I am so psyched!
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I think my parents wanted to surprise me with a party this Saturday. But how do they expect that they can keep the secret when they keep inviting every people they meet?
I know that second to my debut, this Saturday will be the biggest party my parents will ever throw for me. I know this by the number of desserts they’re preparing.
Three. That’s a lot in our family history. Can’t wait to pig out.
But other than that I don’t know what they’re preparing. All I know is that one room in our house has become a temporary stockroom for the ingredients.
Pag ‘di naubos yan, bahala sila.
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Decided to invite my classmates and friends. Am expecting that only 10% of them will turn up. Since chances are, they will be having their own party.
Personally, I’d rather go to one of my former classmate’s graduation bash, but since we will do it on the same day… Waaaaaah! I’ll just cry my heart out.
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I will not cry later, ‘cause I don’t think mascara running all over my face will suit me.
So please, I am pleading to my friends and classmates, don’t make me cry.
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And lastly, I would like to thank the people in the picture for making my life in college a living hell… kidding… I love them…
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