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Serendipity, I believe, happens not only in romantic gimmicks. It can also promulgate itself in the times we feel unusually dejected, when we think the universe is devising its great plan of havoc upon us. It can come to our sense of oblivion to make sure we wake up and realize something: That we must continue to live life. It exists to make you think and believe that there’s always tomorrow. And it’s way way better than yesterday.
I have never encountered serendipity in a long time. The last time it hit me was when I became second honor in my second quarter period in third grade, after having been hospitalized in less than a month.
And that was it. ( Read more… )
I find Friday consciousness from the raindrops pounding the neighbor’s roof. Groggy on my bed, I am deafened by the rowdy winds— no, hurricanes—dancing outside. Perpetual downpour, what the fuck, is there a typhoon? “THE WRATH OF THE TYPHOON ISANG HITS THE NATIONAL! CAPITAL! REGION!” the broadcaster yells— even more deafening than the hurricanes— over the battery-operated radio. Oh, there is a typhoon, duh. ( Read more… )
Friday afternoon. Draped in some sleeved maroon sweatshirt But I was already freezing in class. “Hey,” I asked my seatmate, “Is it just me, or some Herculean man outside uprooted our classroom and threw all of us somewhere in the North Pole– without us knowing?” She felt warm instead, she retorted. Fine, I was abnormal.
After class, I trotted to MassComm: knees literally shivering as if I was attacked by some deadly blizzard in the dunes. It was serious. Coz I was murmuring the three most basic Catholic prayers. It was serious, I thought.
At home, I went utterly traditional and did this wet towel over forehead remedy, after gulping some capsules. I felt burning. And I seemed to have my head swirl whenever I stand and walk. Saturday, and my temperature reached more than 40 degrees-Celsius. I missed going to that AdSpeak student judging stint in Letran. Man. ( Read more… )