why do i have to work?

while the rest of the metro manila population, and definitely the makati people, are resting in bed, celebrating their extended weekend, i on the other hand am at work. was very very hopeful last night when messages came pouring in about classes being cancelled, moreso when the official cancellation of classes came in. woke up early, logged on, and started chatting with my mom while trying to watch television and listen to a cd at the same time.

boss had to ruin it though by sending the official announcement: classes are cancelled but staff and faculty have to work.

darn. i bet we're the only school in the entire universe that makes its faculty and staff go to work even if classes have been cancelled already. i don't get it. do we have super powers that'll make us immune from whatever prevents students from going to class? take for example floods. kids are sent home at lunch cause the roads are flooded. so they go home in their f150s and troopers while we stay in school hoping against all hope that there are cabs willing to ferry us home.

i don't get it at all.

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it doesn't help that i have a very bad case of tamaditis, coupled with a very weary me. it's monday and i'm tired already.

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i think i have to stress this one more time.

jayvee --

the privilege of knowing where my blog is does not extend to informing certain people about it. to my knowledge, i informed three people of the previous blog and yet a certain undesirable someone who i know you are friends with came to know of it, causing way more trouble than necessary. it was good that i tranferred the blog already.

i will appreciate it if you keep this one a secret.

a spoon is not a scary weapon but painful.

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on to happier stuff.

i got a bag of goodies from the martian when he came back from iligan. who would have thought that mango yema could taste so good? yummy yummy yummy.

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got rejected to give blood again. this time it's cause of the operation.

poor martian, who just volunteered to drive me to the hospital, gave blood instead.

by the time we got home, he was woozy. dunno if it was from the loss of blood or from the fact that i drove his car, without a license, like a maniac just to make it home in time for csi.