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This blog is screaming to be on hiatus and I still refuse to admit it. Updates are scarce, the new layout I’ve been planning ages ago has still not surfaced and the zeal for blogging that I once felt is just… dry. Besides, as if anyone reads my blog anyway. (Thanks D3ll, for commenting on my previous post.) I actually don’t need commentators. There was a time when no one knew this blog that I still posted whenever I can with or without comments. That was the time when I was still a happy-go-lucky sophomore. Now I’m a senior and I take things more seriously since you won’t pass nor graduate unless you do your homework, listen to lectures, study, study, study, blah. Oh, rant.

Updates
We just finished our Quarter Exams (Finals) yesterday. One of our proctors was Sir Gudo. He’s never been my teacher, but I like him. He seems to be one of those teachers students like, yet they still respect him.

During exams, you must place all your bags, notebooks, fluffs closest to the wall as possible. After ordering us to fix our belongings and move them to the wall, blah blah, Sir Gudo pointed to a blue tote on the floor and shouted in a loud, clear voice, “Whose bag is this?”

Everyone fell silent, thinking, “Uh-oh.” Their eyes moved from Sir Gudo, to the bag, to Jannine.

“Mine sir,” Jannine replied. Jannine was an honor student. She never gets reprimanded by a teacher. I was watching her, wondering how she would react if a teacher scolded her.

Finally, he replied, “I like the color.” He picked up the bag and slung it on his shoulder. “Take away your stuff, it’s mine now.”

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