My Everyday Maxima and Minima
My summer is doing quite well, moderately as the maxima offset the minima of every day. Yeah, there are actually ups and downs that I can never miss each day.
Let me start with the maxima. There are things that brighten my day and there are some that illuminates every dull moment I always have. First of all, having such admiration to nature is one thing that I never dwindle with (Am I using the right word, sim?) Yeah, quite a time now when I found this realization that always lifts my soul every morning. It's like drugs that I became hooked up with. You may wonder what that is. This part is censored for security purposes. Succeeding lines truncated.
About the minima, well, I would like to pinpoint one thing. I believe I bear the responsibility for my block mates, whom I love the most. A responsibility to accompany them during lunch hour and mingle with them in planning for some kind of action. Yes, actions like revolts. We are planning a secret revolution. [Truncated for security purposes]. This is solely to ease our irritations everyday to some allergies that we're trying to overcome. Hopefully, in the end, everything comes back to its dormant and NORMAL state. May God be with us.
It's quite weird for me to use the plural words maxima and minima in citing singular things. Oh well, I intended it that way just to emphasize how I express the depth of my emotions.
Weird. Freak.
PS: Gurl, thanks for the comment. You know who you are. Lovelots!
7:24 PM
Monday, April 25, 2005
The First Seven Days of My Summer Classes
Today is the seventh day of summer classes. Thank God that He made the world in six days and rested on the seventh day. (Labo!) I may sound crazy but this is how the seven-day learning in school has brought me, so far.
Well, I ironically had fun for the past seven days in school. Waking up for a 7:30-class and sitting straight 'till noontime without having the time to stretch a bit or to satisfy my stomach, and being burned with the heat wave caused by the devil surrounding us, here I am, weird again, but honestly, I am having fun.
There are a number of reasons for this. I enjoy the company and ambience brought by my first class. All I know is that I always pay attention to my teacher, listening to the intuitive and analytical concepts he gives us and appreciating the jokes he delivers. Well, the time is so short for me to understand everything but the important thing is, I am having fun. Afterwards, here comes one of my fave teachers, Mr. "That-Stupid-Bastard"-teacher. He enlightens my perception and belief in life and he encourages me to speak out which is a very good thing. Haha. My seatmate, Mariel, and I are always on the rock laughing at his side comments ( "Whatever," "Stupid Priest," "Crazy boy," etc. blah blah...). And finally, here comes another favorite teacher of mine, Dr. Doc. Although the 10:30-one-and-a-half-hour-class is trapped in eternal silence (the silence that can kill everyone), I am still sound, paying attention to the probabilities that the devil will come and show at the door. And there it is, 100% probability that brings smile to my face due to the transpiring forces around me conspiring with me, I mean, with everybody. And that completes my day.
By the time I reach home, I reach for my things right away and do my homework until 1:00 in the morning. That's how cruel the subject matters are. But I still enjoy it, no wonder.
I may sound pathetic but that's how my life goes at the moment. Focused and hopefully for eternity. Still, my hypocrisy made me write this journal. Oh well.
7:21 PM
Friday, April 22, 2005
