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Monday, April 28, 2008

My break from strenous activity was prolonged unexpectedly. I slept at 4:30 AM last night this morning, unaware of time because of the infamous Twilight (which was disappointing but I should get to that later on). I would be lying if I said I did that out of the impecable ability to remain awake. I drank coffee, of course. Without really needing to. I drank it merely because we seemed to be lacking Swiss Miss, and I so very much craved for the peppermint I usually add to the hot drink. So I settled for coffee. Which made me VERY uneasy.

My sleep wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. It was awful. I couldn't help but realize that I was half-awake the whole time, while dreaming about vampires (THANKS A LOT, Ms. Meyer). When I woke up, I was waiting for the alarm to sound. Although I'm not quite sure if that could be counted as "waking up", since I didn't really "sleep" at all. (What, I'm turning into a vampire now?) The alarm didn't sound, screw that. I checked the time, 7:17. OF ALL THE GOD-GIVEN MISFORTUNES. :| I had set the alarm for 7:20. Anyway, I woke up from the cold. (I'm ignoring the improper use of "wake up".) I was shivering, but I was sweating. I was freezing under the scrutinizing breeze, but I was burning from the heat. What. The. Hell. I had an internal battle whether or not to rise up and take a bath and get ready for training. My Mom told me not to train. That I should rest. I did as I was told. But not before taking my phone to text Coach...only to find a text message that says training was cancelled. So much for missing training. :P I think I owe fate big time. I'll try to repay you, you kiss of death.

Anyway, I didn't sleep. I decided to write. I'm itching to write a story. Just to get the words and metaphors out of my system and into something actually worth reading. Not a blog entry that's an excuse to get streams of words out. Oh MAN. But I need a plot! I desperately need a plot. And I need to learn more about the natural goings-on of an average person's life. Mine is way too constricted. Or I can write about that. Oh well, whatever. I won't have time to write that anyway.

Moving on, Twilight. It wasn't as good as they promised it would be. I was disappointed. Now, that's an understatement. It was a beautiful love story. It used sarcasm very wisely, too. But I couldn't help but compare it with works I've read before...OVER THE INTERNET. Well, that was an unfair comparison. But the sarcasm... Hmm, or maybe it's the plot. It's a cliche, which is maybe the point. The only outstanding fact was that he was a vampire. But other than that... All the rest are fairly plain. But I'm reading it. Reading it because it got me hooked, coz cliches usually do that to me. :P And I'm reading the sequel(s), because I can never bear reading something and not finishing it. It feels like I'm depriving myself of entering another world. It's like I'm getting a grasp of a cake, but only tasting the garnishing before indulging myself fully. It leaves me hanging. Wanting for more to read.

Which is precisely why I'm signing off right now to read The Chronicles of Narnia. WHY CAN'T I READ ONE OF MY READING LIST'S BOOKS INSTEAD? Oh, right, I'm totally broke. :P

PS, due to the unwanted response my body suddenly collapsed into, I now hate coffee. Unless of course, it's exam day and it morphs into my best friend once again.

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Bianca Ruiz;
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Assumption Antipolo;
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
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