Entries for December, 2005

It has been a long time since I blogged, mainly because I've been trying to fulfill my mission of disciplining myself and not miss any class, and the more ambitious goal of getting a 1.0 grade in all subjects (that if I didn't get any it was clean in my conscience that I did my best, in most cases I am guilty of not exerting enough effort).

It was good to note that I started this second semester well, and I've been doing assignments on time.

Read: WAS.

When I got my Sony Network Walkman I deliberately missed a class to study its manual...

When I finally laid my hands on Harry Potter 6 (of which I am months late of the happening) late one evening I couldn't stop reading even if it were the still first few uneventful chapters so I didn't make it for my 7 a.m. class (which we will be having our first dreadful exam this following week).

Upon understanding the situation at hand, and analyzing the best way to get control of it, my solution was effortlessly and instantly thought of. I must finish reading this bloody book or I won't be able to carry on my studies properly without being distracted thinking what the hell Harry is waiting for to act on acquiring a girlfriend! You know... that kind of stuff. And I had the opportunity to accomplish the task given I had a full Wednesday of zero official classes and meetings. And I could've finished the 652-page book yesterday (the Wednesday I just said) if...

My boyfriend got sick with a 39.5 degree fever. And he got here really, really weak, I had to feed him and stuff. I had my day occupied looking after him. Being too tired to stay up all night I slept leaving about a hundred more pages of the damn book unread.

So... I decided not to go to this 3-hour class and just stay home and... FINISH THE BLOODY BOOK!!

And so Dumbledore's dead. I won't deny, and some may say that I'm damn corny but yes, I cried. And naturally JK Rowling never failed to plant to the conscious and subconscious parts of the human brain who just grasped the contents of her books to await the next. This being most successful since it is the jumpstart to the next and final book about the friggin' boy who lived, and his pure luck.

I must say that I loved the book equally as the third and fourth. Though this time JK Rowling took a different style. Of the previous books you never knew who the culprit was, that's why you kept reading to find out in the last few pages the answer. This time in the 6th book, she immediately let you know who was going to cause all the trouble, but you kept reading wanting to know how the characters would finally find out.

Apart from the whole plot the characters are growing up, and moving on from the adolescent stage to their more defined selves. Matters of friendship and infatuation. *kilig*

And so Dumbledore's dead. And I am waiting for my next class, where I'll be restarting my pledge of "doing well" in my studies. Harry Potter 6 is over, and I can carry on with my goals that got lost along the way when I was too busy thinking about it.

Nobody cares.

My father called up one morning demanding who 09172773691 was.

"Huh? Wh.. Why?"

My father told me the number was all over my excessive phone bill.

"H.. How did.. Huh?"

My father said that I shouldn't pretend not to know.

"Wh..What? I.. I"

My father asked if this number belonged to a guy (Not his gentlest voice).

"He.. I.. Huh?"

My father said he should call this number.

"I... Wha.."

My father dropped the line.

2 cared.

First boyfriend. First relationship.

Second boyfriend. Second relationship.

Third boyfriend. Third relationship.

Should it go on like this forever?

Well for the first time in three years I thought that I should let my parents know at last.

One of the reasons that compelled me to decide was the feeling that I'm quite sure I'm doing the right thing. That this time, he was someone I could proudly introduce to my parents. That I'm mature enough to handle a relationship without straying from my priorities.

And so it is. I now legally have a boyfriend.