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I just came from Rain and Lou's wedding and I have nothing incredibly mushy to write. (Rain took the throne of mushiness tonight --> "forever and ever and all eternity") A lot of CURSOR alumni came -- batchmates, some from the younger batch, and alumni who already graduated before I even applied. It really was an alumni homecoming of sorts.
Now I wonder what I would have missed if I didn't join CURSOR.
A LOT.
Let's start from the very beginning... In second thought, I'd probably do it in chapters -- or volumes -- as it's a very long story to tell. It would involve college, missions, acads, tears, my car, love life, choral singing, family, Eng'g Week rivalries and much much more.
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Nhiza sent a Sudoku MP Challenge to the CURSOR e-groups. I'm so tempted to solve it. I kinda miss programming. And yes, I am such a nerd.
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All week long I've waited for a Friday. I always have this image of how I should feel on Fridays -- like the best feeling I should have all week. But on Fridays I just bum around. And then I regret not enjoying the night. But when I do enjoy the weekend and turn out absolutely tired and cranky on Monday morning, I regret not sleeping in and resting. What's happening to me?
Maybe Mondays will always be that way. Blue. Manic. However you want to describe it. Rest assured, when I open my eyes on Monday morning, I will instatly miss the weekend.
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I love the rain. I love typhoons and suspended classes (oops I forgot I don't have these anymore) and curling up to a good book and sleeping all day! Hmmm-mmm... I love the rain.
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I'm leaving for Singapore (again) on Friday. I realize that my life has been a whirlwind of work since the start of the year. It seems as if time doesn't pass by when I'm not in Manila. I forget that it's already June and feel like it's early April.
I've been so busy (or at least I think I have) that I push a lot of people away. That's me. An empty soul with a barricade.
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