Season’s Festivities

Posted on December 11, 2007 at 14:39 Down the Drain

New layout’s finally here¹. I’m quite satisfied with my WP coding this time (though it overall sucks when you view the code in HTML). This is v.11, and it took me ages to finish it. I initially wanted everything to be on the center, then thought of having it on the right, but ended up still having it on the left.

Last Thursday we had our batch Christmas party at Hilltop. It’s a barbeque house here in Miag-ao. We had a minimum-worth of P20 for our exchanging of gifts. Cool. huh? I bought mine, like, 30 minutes before going to place. Sorry, but I really am not good at buying gifts (and pasalubongs too). I think there were two pairs who literally exchanged gifts with each other. One was our youthful teacher Ma’am Halique and Christi. It happens that Christi hasn’t undergone a class from her yet, so it was quite some acquaintance.

By Friday I had dinner with some of my fellow officers in the Tubao organization. There were only seven of us. I didn’t feel sad, for I was already expecting that number (curse those other worthless officers). Also, I don’t like a big lot. The liempo was great, together with the Red Horse Grande after it. Hehehe..

In a flirt dance dirty dancing (Tango) encounter. In no time I was kissing her lips and t*ts we made out. A scandal of her spread out. Then there were deaths in the family. At the very end, Mama was accompanying two aunts of mine towards the highway, to wait for a bus. I joined them, under the storm, crying.

When I woke up on Saturday, I immediately typed the details of my dream in my cellphone (above). It was absolutely interesting at first, but became the opposite later on. I’ve already taken a Psychology subject before, so I guess I no longer have to wonder how dreams could be of the weirdest sort sometimes.

Our group was the first to present an E-R Diagram in CMSC127 this morning. Outcome was fine. For the remaining number of days, there’ll be no classes in Software Eng’g, Linear Algebra, and Statistics. *woot* Assignments are lurking around the corner though. Maybe the new year at school’s going to be brutal. Tuesday = Next Week = Home = Mindanao.

1. Three days ago..?