I was able to receive my Padyak.org bike this morning. And it was excruciating, I mean, not riding the bike, but me waking up from 2 hours of sleep feeling so horrible and smelly with no bath and, err, no hygiene.

It started with an exhausting Friday afternoon, no, the whole Friday, with straight classes and me skipping lunch. Plus the searing heat in the morning and the freaking cold downpour by dusk. What the hell is wrong with this weather: Al Gore, call me! And so since I was tired and all and rather depressed with Ipil adjustment issues [or generally, lifestyle adjustment issues], I decided to sleep right after my Stat 101 class in Melchor Hall's 5TH FLOOR! [wait, I mean, I slept at Ipil right from Eng'g. jeez, I need English GEs] I even remember telling Kenneth after our happy and jumpy Cluster Sampling lesson: Eng'g elevator is a BLESSING. But.. it's too small. And slow.

When I woke up, my High School classmates, fresh from their coconut-munching spree in UP Elbi, texted me and told me to accompany them for no reason at all, to eat in freaking Gateway, in Jumpo Jap, a Japanese restaurant with servings so horrible that you would think that they have a disillusionment that all Filipinos are on unreasonable effing diet! And so there. And we decided to spend the whole evening at Jollibee Philcoa. And so so so so. wtf.

Then I had to return to Ipil at 6 and slept until 8:45, when in fact the Bike Clinic was supposed to start at 8am. Anyhoo because of the rain, the event was understandably late. We were briefed about all the bike thingies, biked around and by 11am, I was so hungry I would have vomitted my intestines out for no reason at all except to tell everyone to feed me since I was left with 40 peses in my pocket. I feel so poor. And I had to text John Dale to lend me some money since I was near-death due to famine, bad weather and heavy bike pedals.

So we ate, and he was surprised that I actually eat the sili on my Bicol Express lunch. Lol. And afterwards I slept. And went home to the family apartment.

And oh yeah, the biking thing does feel like the along-the-countryside-with-wind-on-my-face stuff. Since it was drizzling and all and Diliman felt like some Brazilian humid rainforest, at freaking NOON.

I feel un-writer-ish today. Something is wrong with my creative juice. Slap me! I think I'm for numbers now, I lurrhve numbers. LOL. I'm still praying to God that I write a nice blog post someday. Stuffs like catharsis and all, and all the drama and the teary-jerky whatevers.

Something's wrong today. It's either the weather, or my grammar.