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A day late after my birthday.

March 10, 2006

I don’t really celebrate my birthdays, that is with all the cakes, the party, and food.  The last time I celebrated was when I was in second year college when I turned 16 (I am now 22).

Yesterday, I had some share of misfortunes.

I only had 2 hours of sleep because I had to finish some papers to be submitted the following morning.  I was surprised that I had tolerated only two hours of sleep.  Usually my sleep time is 4 hours average, the longest is 12 hours! So anyways, I woke up 8 am in the morning and I was late for my duty at a public hospital! So I rushed to the bathroom and slipped! Ouch! But because I was in a hurry, I didn’t mind the pain. Then, I saw my uniformed hanged, un-ironed.  I asked my sister to do it for me, but she was in a hurry, too, for school.  So I did it myself.  Suddenly, my phone beeped for a message.  When I opened it, it said “No hospital duties today!” I was relieved.  I only had one remaining class in the afternoon. I was about to rejoice when suddenly, a brownout struck! I because I don’t have something to wear for my afternoon class at 1 pm.  I sent text messages to my classmates and asked them if they know what time the power be back. A friend said it will be 12 pm. I was partly relieved because most of the time, the power supply comes back late by 1 hour as promised by the power company.  Gladly, it was back by 12:30.  I hurriedly ironed my uniform and rushed for school.  When I was boarding on a jeep, one of my books feel on a stagnant water! I really wanted to cry that very moment. When I arrived to school, our tutor was already inside our room and my classmates were already discussing.  I looked for my notes kept in my book, which I spent many hours with, to join the discussion.  Unfortunately, I left it on the other volume of the book.  I decided to borrow other book in the library so I had a little contribution in the discussion. When the session was over, I opened my bag and saw my book, the same that of the one I borrowed from the library!

What a birthday!

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