Of birthdays

It's now my birthday. My early present, materially would be the bracelet Phoebe gave me just last Sunday and the butterfly keychain Jam gave me. She said it was from a store in Paete in which she had just first time shopping.

Emotionally, I think I am given mixed emotions for the things I did. Flunking in an exam would be the perfect example of the negative side. It happens so fast that I do not know how to feel. Earlier today was when I found my name on the Dean's list and couldn't find a reason why not to be happy until foolishness and stupidity hit me on the head face-to-face.

I can still remember the same situation last year for January 22. We also were taking our first day exams and the UPCAT results, where I found my name, were released. It was such a remarkable and overwhelmingly joyful experience that I got to share even with one of the people who hated me so much. It even turned out great because he even complimented me by saying, "I know, pangalan mo pa nga ang una kong hinanap e. galling! Biochem sa UPM…" so much like that. My classmates and friends on the other hand were also gleeful for us and the thing that they said to me for the nth time was "ang galing naman ng pa-birthday sa iyo"…

Two years ago, on the same day of my birthday [actually, it was midnight then], two people were contesting of being the one to greet me – the first past the post? A*nie. [The other one still don't know that he was past the former.] Then last year, it was solitary. He was the only to one to greet me. Earlier this very hour anyway, it was only my mom.

And I don't get it.

DEPRESSED.

I'm kind of depressed right now. Lately, I have been so busy with studying that I can't even remember how to relax, I guess. Paper works are due throughout the week, until weekends, and midterm exams keep on coming. In addition, quizzes and class performances are also teeming because the grades are due sometime in the first week of February.

Another thing is that the issue of the centennial anniversary of UP, wherein I should have been a part of it. A thing that makes me regret everything that happened during the last 2007. I think I could never leave the fact that I still would want to be part of a renowned university where my friends and the people surrounding me are all part of this whole society that has long been established and has been standing with great pride just by being part of it. It doesn't really matter if you're failing or whatever standing you have or whatever positions you garnered inside it, but the fact that you are one of them makes you so proud.

I remember one time when I was in UPM that I was savoring every moment that I was in my supposed to be university. I actually couldn't wait for the first day of class that I will be having. I even imagined myself with the cute bio guy from Chiang Kai Shek, or even the BS Nursing student who is one of the guides or something [meaning from the second year], or his companion. J

Seriously Maddening!

Second time for school after the dengue + confinement happened… I think it would be my most awaited day for this week—why wouldn't it be? I had to make up for the prelim exam for physics that I missed last, last Saturday because of my admission at the hospital!

What I had gone through, you must ask!
It was yesterday when I had to fill out the completion form which has several copies that needed to be accomplished. I have waited until 6.30 in the evening [last time that I did spent my evening at school was for the Ms. School of Nursing pageant] just to avail of the special examination for the said course, which I should have spent for attending the RCM at LB. my teacher did not allow me to take the test because I have not completed the form which was supposed to be the special exam permit.

Darn.

I have miscalculated my schedule and I have suffered the consequence—I searched for my instructor room after room from each floor of [luckily] two [only] buildings. After almost 45 minutes, I found her walking down the hallway in which I have passed [and looked through] twice! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED HER! And my bag was so much of a pain to bear!

Well anyway, I have taken the test. It was tough—for those who haven't have time to review. Hopefully, I will pass.

January 7

After spending the rest of my vacation having myself confined to the four-walled room 209 of Pamana Medical Center, I was home again, at last. I was released by my doctor after she monitored [did she?] my vital signs and all. My case? Grade 1 dengue.. and it was my first time to be an in-patient. The visitors I had was even kidding me—they said I was supposed to be the one taking care of the patients and not be the patient myself.

Photos will be coming soon. Hopefully.