This is, I think, my second time to use my free internet account in school, which I think is kinda cool. It gives me the university kind of feel. Y'know.
Anyway, since I am using my free account better use it for good things - like this precious blog of mine. Okay, so what happened today?
Well, I was supposed to wake up at 3 in the morning in order for me to read the literature homework our teacher gave us. I already finished reading the first selection entitled, Love, Faith, Time, and Dr. Lazaro by Gregorio Brillantes, which I didn't enjoy reading. The story was too boring for me. It wasn't entertaining nor insightful. I just found myself sleeping in between pages. That's how boring it was. Well, I get bored easily. I was able to answer the questions that followed but I really had a hard time because I didn't quite grasp the author's intention for writing that crappy short story.
I hate short stories that contain too many words which don't really give a good description of things. I mean, can't you do your describing in a few words while maintaining the reader's interest and at the same time, making the reader feel what you want her to feel. Well, I believe that good writers are made of that stuff.
Anyway, there's this another selection entitled Generations. I didn't read it. I was too sleepy to even think about of reading it. So, instead of reading I continued my favorite pasttime, sleeping. I slept and slept and woke up at around 630. I decided not to continue with the reading and just try to study our Health Care handouts which is no big, really. But because I didn't wake up at the right side of the bed, I just continued sleeping.
I left for school armed with my favorite Ham & Cheese Croissant because I haven't eaten, yet. Then, guess what? After meeting with my good ol' friends - Rocel, Iris, Beth, Stella - our teacher, Sir Mes approached us and said that there will be no classes today because of some meeting. But, he left us with a homework which is my cup of tea. A reflection paper answering, "What motivates me in life?" For sure, when I get into my writing-and-pouring-out-all-my-feelings mode I'll be putting a lot of time in this.
Then, here I am. Writing about my boring life. Which isn't really boring. Let's just say 1% boring and 99% rocking!