I was so tired to day since after the examination in FILI102, I asked my professor about the Project we are about to make. And just as I though that "paksa" is not applicable to our project. And so we made a new one once again for that project. So we asked Ma'am again for the new "paksa" and got accepted. Thank goodness. I decided to go to the library because my notes were borrowed by a blockmate. And so as I was on my way to get it, I saw my dearest professor in FILI101 on his way to proctor a class. I was indeed happy in seeing him but he asked if we still have time to stay at school since he has something to give us. A present as he call it. He told me that he'll text me if he's going to give it. So I stayed and waited. Even though I have an appointment that time, since he is my beloved favorite professor. I met Mariella and ate with her, went to JFH, went to Jubillee, got interviewed, went back to JFH, met sir John Lloyd (prof in ENG101), went back to the library, photocopied our lessons, got a new issue of our university publications, then went back to JFH, saw Maam A (our sub prof back then in FILI101), read articles, then since it was getting late, I decided to go to my previous school (highschool) to meet some friend because I'll have him to hand the tickets to a grand bazaar to my friends (since it's a waste on those tickets since I can't go).
I went home tired and sleepy.
In my mind.
In my mind.
1. I had to finish our project.
2. I had to blog
3. I had to tell my other groupmates that we changed our "paksa"
4. I had to tell my professor that I went on my way and didn't wait for him.
4. I had to tell my professor that I went on my way and didn't wait for him.
5. I had to ready those written works of mine to pass to the commitee
6. I had to study.
7. I had to do all of those things.
And so. I died
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