Streams of Consciousness… Beware of wordiness*!

The curse on my 18th birthday never stopped on THE actual day! But to better understand the predicament I’m in, it’s best to state the series of (unfortunate) events which took place on the day of my natal day (is it just me, or did I just use the word "day" more than 3 times in a paragraph??…oh well, moving on…) and as well as the preceeding days… (oh, great! narration!)

I turned 18 last October 18th (brrff!). I woke up only to find my folks fighting over the phone (yeah…some things change, yet I guess some things just never will)… Anyway, I had other stuff going on (you don’t wanna know). The SPYs (as we call it) and I watched a movie (movies, actually) and ate a bunch of stomach-fillers (way to celebrate a birthday! yey!..drop the act). Since the day didn’t go as well as I expected, I decided to treat myself. I bought myself a birthday present (the only present I received thanks to you guys! =P…hehehe…that is, if you exclude the ones which my Biology classmates gave me…well, what do you know, I’m not that pitifull after all..haha..). I bought a bluetooth dongle device. Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on one of those…and on that day, I finally have one (…err…HAD one).

But the euphoria brought about by the device did not last long!..no, no… I lost it a day after!!! Go figure! Oooohhkkkaaaay…maybe it was partly (or entirely!) my fault, but…(don’t "but" me ‘coz I am gonna "but" you back!! — I think it’s best to leave this sentence hanging…^_^). Yes, bottom line is: I LOST IT. So much for having my own birthday present!

Also, a day after the day that I lost my bluetooth (redundancy/wordiness = common sentence error *woohoo for English majors!* XP), the unlucky vibe kept on coming… I lost another item. This time, it’s cash. I lost 945 php. Yup. First the bluetooth, and now this. What could be more tragic? (don’t answer that!)

…and yet, I made a  promise to myself that I’d be more responsible (as what Prof. Boniao lectured to me: "Philip, you’re an English major and you’re expected to be very responsible"….rrrrright…) when I turn 18. I guess it’s gonna be harder to keep that promise than I thought, this time. Haha…

…maybe turning 18 is not a good inevitable fact of life… (for me, that is)… ^_^

…I just wish I were Tru Davis so that I could relive days and make the best out of each of them.. I wanna be Tru!!!!!!!!

Note to self: Never eat foods which may lead to short-term memory losses.

"The more they get older, the more childish they seem to become"….

This birthday proves to be very promising…yup, very promising indeed! Great! More fighting, cursing, namecalling, and raised voices!!! Keep it up, you guys! What better way to spend a birthday than this?! I could not ask for more… Oh, I feel sooooo darn special! —- And I owe it all to you, my beloved parents! get this: I’ve never been happier! *sheepish smile* (read my lips: YUCK!!!)

"I, Philip…Philip, damned in his birth; in his ol’ folks damned; damned with the blood that flows through his own veins!!!!"…..*Oedipus Rex*

Note to parents: Money alone doesn’t qualify as a great present on a "memorable" event. A truce (no matter how temporary it may be) from ur crux would be absolutely kinky, too (…but only when it comes with the money, though…hehehe…kidding! =P).

Whoo!! Last Wednesday, October 11 was the most troubling date of the academic side of my life!!! *heart palpitating*

I had my finals exam for English 9 that day (1:30 - 3:00 PM). Upon finishing it (coverage: Common Sentence Errors), naturally, I went over to my adviser’s (Ma’am Rose Boniao) table to submit my paper (y’know, the whole, "I’m-done-now-I’m-gonna-pass-my-paper-right-away-thing"). I was about to hand it over to her but before I could even do it, she said something about misplacing my scores (the 1/4 piece of paper that I passed to her some time last August). She tried to assure. I said yes, I already submitted my scores to her. Then, she gave me my midterms test paper (I still have my finals paper with me). We talked a bit (I can’t remember what we talked about, though). While we were at it, I was absent-mindedly rolling my finals paper together with my midterms paper in my palms. Afterwards, I said ‘thank you’ and then bid goodbye politely.

I, then, rushed to the English Majors Room for my next class (English 4). I was there for quite a long while, when I checked my phone, my classmate (Junrex) messaged me that Ma’am Boniao needs to see me right away! "Oh, cripe!!!" My paper was still with me!!!! So, I rushed to the room (luckily, there was no one else there aside from us two) where I took my finals test.

Ma’am Boniao asked, "Where is ur paper, Philip?" (oh, great! narration!)

"Ma’am, I forgot to submit it to you…"

"You know, I got irritated because of this." (I haven’t seen her soooo serious in my life — she’s not wearing her usual normally serious expression!)

(Oh, boy, was I screwed!) "Ma’am, I really thought that I already gave you my paper."

"I can’t possibly accept it now." (dagadag! sweat started to form)

"But, ma’am…" (I was like a helpless, crippled old man)

"I can’t help you on this one. You have to see the department chairman for this." (*my heart throbbed wildly! It has lost its rhythm!!!*)

"Ma’am (teary-eyed)…" I explained…

…in the end, she finally took my paper. But I can tell she was still agitated.

I couldn’t forget what she told me, "Never in my 36 years of teaching have I witnessed something like this. Gigawas jud nimo ang test paper. You’re an English major. You’re supposed to be responsible. (*toink*)

Ahehehe…dang! How could I be soooo darn forgetful, and, yes stupid?!

But we’re okay now. Th next day, I went to school to give her my scores (the paper she lost) and she asked, "Kumusta na man ka? (in a motherly way)." I couldn’t answer. Tears were starting to form in my eyes (where else could they possibly form??) again. She chuckled out of benevolence. Once again, I apologized and said that I never planned the whole thing. I never changed my answers. then, we talked slightly about the whole thing…and we’re okay now…i guess.

Life is beautiful again… ^_______^