The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay…

…And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

[BGmusic: Cold December by Matt Costa]

Quote for the day:

Me: [after catching frisbee] “WOOHOO! I ROCK!”
Kuya Dwight aka Candyman: “I ran!”

– Geddit? Hehehe we’re so corny.
You have my permission to roll your eyes.
During our game of blind frisbee.

I’m sorry, everyone. I’ve lost my mojo. It’s not that I’ve ran out of things to blog about, or the words to tell you about them; I’ve just lost the drive to write. I’m kind of forcing myself to just get out here and type, as I haven’t been doing anything productive lately.

A lot of stuff has happened to me lately, and I’m going to lump them all up in one post. Anticipate a long one, people.

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On My Cell Phone. And Chocolate.

I lost my cell phone last Monday. It fell out of my pocket in the jeep [I'm that bangag in the morning]. I only realized that I lost it the morning after [yes, my powers of observation are keen indeed], when I asked my dad to miscall my phone and I couldn’t hear it anywhere.

Thankfully, the person who picked up my phone was living proof that there is hope for the world, and was just waiting for me to contact her. She was also a student in UP [graduate student I think, because she had a different ID], and we met up Tuesday afternoon after class.

I bought her a big bar of chocolate, as a token of my gratitude. I have to admit that I didn’t care much for my cell phone, and that it was harder for me to part with the chocolate. When I told her that I had something for her, she was all, “No, it’s okay…” I replied with a, “but I bought this for you,” and made her take it, but deep inside… it hurt. I wanted that chocolate.