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D’can Fair 2012.

January in technicolor.

010/366

“Card games”

After finishing the paper for our Science Week project for Physics, my blockmate and I practically had nothing to do. It reminded me of the old days when my blockmates and I used to take all of our subjects at CAS (with the insanely unfair loooong breaks, thanks to getting probably the crappiest schedules of the semester), the idle periods spent on waiting, on random conversations over siomai or pancit canton, and perhaps our favorite, on countless rounds of Pusoy Dos.

It was my first time playing Monopoly Deal, and as always, I had my beginner’s luck and finished my first ever game by having the other players pay me 22 million each for the full set of a property with a hotel at double the rent, ha! Well as for the subsequent games, it’d be be better not to ask. Hahaha.

(01/10/2012)

009/366

“Blood pressure”

I was woken up by my sister that early morning, saying my mom needed me to take her blood pressure because she felt these pains on her chest. I had left my sphygmomanometer in my locker back at school, and I could only stare, helpless, as she tried to take her blood pressure on an automatic sphygmomanometer. All I could do was record the results on my phone and watch as she called her sister, a nurse, abroad.

My mom would always complain of chest pains, constrictions on her heart, but for some reason, I never really took them seriously, maybe because she never really made us feel that it was, or perhaps I was too insensitive to care. When she texted me that she would be going home from the hospital that day, all I could feel was this rush of relief, a breath that I didn’t know I held for so long. She could’ve been confined, things could’ve been worse. But there she was, back at home, like nothing happened.

On the way to a relative’s house one night, my parents were talking about things like “angioplasty”, “aneurysm”, and a myriad of prescription medicine. And at that moment, it made me wish that I listened to our MRL discussions more.

(01/09/2012)

008/366

“Extended Christmas celebrations”

I’ve read somewhere before that good shoes take people places. And it’s only now that I’ve actually appreciated that quote.

I was talking to someone on the phone that night (at my relatives’ house) when I saw my aunt go down the stairs with a box in hand. Imagine my surprise when she told me that she’d give me that pair of wedges which she said she’d only worn once. She didn’t know if it fit me, but just like how Cinderella’s story goes, the moment that I tried it on, it was almost like it was meant to be. It fit me perfectly.

Well, here’s to hoping for more shoes this year! :)

(01/08/2012)

007/366

“Family reunions”

I’m not a very sociable creature, so I actually find family gatherings and any other similar social function awkward to be in.

What I do find lovely about family reunions is that you see people grow. It’s really surprising to find out that the then-toddlers on the photos in your possession have already grown into teenagers, and that the people who used to be your playmates have already gotten married. There aren’t only grandchildren, but also great-grandchildren. Without your knowing, you’ve already become an aunt. It makes you wonder how things will be like five, ten, or twenty years from now.

And I think that’s the beauty of it.

(01/07/2012)

006/366

“Photobooth”

I think it was a good thing that I didn’t have classes that day, because I had leg cramps and couldn’t walk a meter without experiencing excruciating pain (okay, that was an exaggeration). But seriously, it hurt like hell to walk up and down the stairs. I hope this episode reminds me to NEVER volunteer for something torture-inducing like doing squats (and seventy at that) again. And to NOT challenge myself into finding out what my threshold is by doing something stupid like “squatting-‘til-I-drop”.

Also, I hope that whoever told me that getting fatigued would already exclude you from experiencing DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) would get DOMS so bad he’d piss his pants.

Well, moving on from that banter, Neil randomly thought of visiting me at home. I had errands to do that day, so instead of acting all guest-like, he offered to help me with my chores.

Aaand, here be Neil in his Topman hoodie. Hahahahaha.

P.S. Yes, that’s me sans all the gunk. Not to be racist, but I think I look Chinese when I smile. [/trololol]

(01/06/2012)

005/366

“Lazy afternoons”

It’s between noon and dusk where the queerest of things happen.

(01/05/2012)

004/366

“French fries”

My blockmate, Sheigne, texted me that morning, “I have your fries already.”

Imagine my glee going to school that day only to see these lovely fries on my armchair. He bought them for me as a form of thanks for helping him with some favors (which I didn’t really expect to be repaid for, but he insisted so, who am I to decline? :P).

If I had to eat only one thing my entire life, it’d be french fries. I don’t even know where I got my addiction (see proof here) to it… it just, sort of happened. Not that I’m complaining.

P.S. Thanks for the fries again, Sheigne! :D

(01/04/2012)

003/366

“Change”

Whether you take this literally or not is up to you.

Anyway, I took a photo of a blockmate’s one-peso coin, also called Rizal’s 150th birthday commemorative coin. For some reason, I like the backside (tail) more. I think it looks cool. Or maybe that’s just me.

(01/03/2012)

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