Finally, April has ended. It was one long month.
Now, one could feel the end of the semester. We’re done with most of the committee works and the events have long passed. The building’s a ghost town. Only the echoes of doors closing/opening can be heard from the halls that’s usually filled with the persistent footsteps and loud conversations of students. From inside the office, the steady hum of the air conditioning offers the peace we’ve been looking forward to. Well, there’s the occasional glitch with the air conditioning. It occasionally mimics the sound of an airplane taking off. But that’s a minor setback. I’m enjoying the peace we’re having today.
The semester is really over!
There’s that great relief and then it dawned on me. That’s another semester without any real progress on my thesis. Worry and dread replaced relief. “Well that was quite a short one,” I thought. Why did my thoughts have to go into the thesis matter? There I was enjoying the moment.
Instead on wallowing in dread, I thought I should get a massage – a reward for the semester that passed (as a teacher and adviser, at least. Forget about me being the graduate student). My shoulders and this back have been… it’s been killing me. That’s quite expected. After a whole afternoon’s consideration, I finally started for the salon. I could feel the start of te flu. I’m becoming more conscious of the muscle and joint pains. I’m blaming this weather. Extreme heat and heavy rains. Or perhaps it’s just aging.
It did feel better after the massage. Still, there’s that flu. Spicy beef noodles soup’s what I needed. Spent nearly an hour enjoying the soup. It’s best for the flu. I did feel better for some time.
During the walk home, I knew I wasn’t any better. I came home early and headed straight to bed. There came that burning from within the brain. I could really sleep because of such complicated story plots in half-dreams. By 9pm, I knew I was really sick. I was surprised to note that it’s been less than three hours. It felt like it was a new day already. I knew this fever from last summer’s chicken pox. “Not another strain please”, I prayed. I don’t know how I’ll survive another two weeks of solitary confinement.
This is such a great way to end April. Imagine if I were to have another strain of the pox. Some luck I’d have if that were the case. It was going to be a long night. I’d be lucky if I managed some sleep. I’m not counting on that though.
The eldest niece just graduated from high school. How fast time passes. She’s nine years younger than me. God, I feel old. I don’t think of it as a bad thing though.
Moments like these just makes one realize how much time had passed – and how much things have changed. The first time I met the niece, I was nine years old and she was barely a month old. I wore this flower printed corduroy red and black dress to the eldest sister’s wedding. I didn’t really have a say in that. Now she’s my height (okay, maybe taller) and she’s starting college next semester.
I can see how proud the eldest sister and the brother-in-law are. They should be. It’s such an achievement. It’s the perfect gift for their 12th anniversary this May.
Lunch at Bonitos and dinner at Isdaan. I should say, the family’s leveling up in terms of celebrations. It’s about time 😀
Bonitos is a great place for family gatherings. Great food. Good range of items offered in the menu. Reasonable prices. Good service. Highly recommended.
Isdaan offers several opportunities for taking photos. Go there for the ambiance. The 6 pm show’s a plus. Overpriced food (- and water). Not so great service (especially for the price). Do not wear heels. I’m not that enthusiastic to go back.
About 90 pages resulted to some serious backache from nonstop layout for a quite some time. I browsed through Facebook to look for photos taken during the UPLB Graduation Ball 2012 and was relieved to see a copy on one table.
Seeing that it made the release date made all those sleepless nights worth it. Of course, there’s still a lot of things to improve, add, and correct.
It’s rare for one to share a jeepney ride with a bunch of good-natured individuals. It was a nice welcome to Los Baños after a sleepless night in Manila. The driver felt lucky that he managed to fill his jeepney after chancing upon three buses.
The passengers were mostly incoming freshmen students in the University accompanied by their parents and a few university employees that the driver knew. People smiled at the passengers across them and received nods and smiles in return. The jeep was full but not cramped. Polite words and words of thanks were exchanged as fares/change were passed to and from the diver and passengers.
In my five years of stay here in Los Baños, this morning’s jeepney ride has got to be the most pleasant jeepney ride I have taken. You arrive at your stop too soon. You leave with a smile. And for a few minutes, you forget that you haven’t slept in the past 24 hours – and that you’re suffering from a hangover.
I guess I should be taking earlier jeepney rides to work.
Got my certificate for completing the two-day forum. The forum ended at lunch time. What remained was the awards night for civic journalism later that evening.
The department attended the awards night at 6 pm as the panel of judges for the Mindanao Region.
I can’t really tell what happened since I was making my way to the other end of the nearest MRT (Taft) station.
The main reason why I haven’t really explored Manila is because I haven’t really braved the MRT alone. Tonight, I had to do just that. From end to end MRT trip to go from Traders Hotel to Trinoma. It wasn’t so bad 😀
Thing is, friends told me the MRTs so easy to understand. That gave little comfort for I know that if I fail to make sense out of something so “easy”, what does that make me?