Harry Potter mode for the third time
I'm still reading Order.
I had the biggest thrill of my life today. Actually, I'd count it as a qualified special episode for Fear Factor. After settling down inside our van, mommy handed me a plastic of pastries and puto, so I could satisfy my rumbling tummy. Sister Nitz (a fellow Legionary in the senior presidium), who sat beside mommy in front, gave me a styro cup with--guess what--dinuguan.
I had not eaten that Filipino viand for, say, six years (...?), because of a God-knows-why reason. And my closest friends know it: I would eat any other normal food, except dinuguan.
Well, Sister Nitz smilingly handed me the cup and proudly said that she cooked it herself. Politely I smiled. But I already had serious thoughts about leaving it be and eating the pastries instead.
Until we passed CnP (which isn't very far from Gate 3). Sister Nitz, yet again, turned to me and smiled, asking if her dinuguan tasted good. I was still holding the cup, so I said yes, but when she continued to stare, I had to swallow my prolonged chewing of bread and finally taste the food.
For the record, I swallowed a spoonful, and when Sister Nitz was satisfied and had turned away, I had to keep my mouth shut until we got home (thank goodness we now live in Marikina).
So much for that heart-racing experience.
Anyway, the exams this morning were alright. I had fun in CL, because morality is, as always, morality itself. Filipino wasn't that hard (2nd record for the day). I was able to pass the exam. I really felt it.
Too bad that there are two in our batch who wouldn't graduate with march. I like them both very much. :(
I'm gonna go download more Emma Watson studio shots. Emma rocks! :)
I had the biggest thrill of my life today. Actually, I'd count it as a qualified special episode for Fear Factor. After settling down inside our van, mommy handed me a plastic of pastries and puto, so I could satisfy my rumbling tummy. Sister Nitz (a fellow Legionary in the senior presidium), who sat beside mommy in front, gave me a styro cup with--guess what--dinuguan.
I had not eaten that Filipino viand for, say, six years (...?), because of a God-knows-why reason. And my closest friends know it: I would eat any other normal food, except dinuguan.
Well, Sister Nitz smilingly handed me the cup and proudly said that she cooked it herself. Politely I smiled. But I already had serious thoughts about leaving it be and eating the pastries instead.
Until we passed CnP (which isn't very far from Gate 3). Sister Nitz, yet again, turned to me and smiled, asking if her dinuguan tasted good. I was still holding the cup, so I said yes, but when she continued to stare, I had to swallow my prolonged chewing of bread and finally taste the food.
For the record, I swallowed a spoonful, and when Sister Nitz was satisfied and had turned away, I had to keep my mouth shut until we got home (thank goodness we now live in Marikina).
So much for that heart-racing experience.
Anyway, the exams this morning were alright. I had fun in CL, because morality is, as always, morality itself. Filipino wasn't that hard (2nd record for the day). I was able to pass the exam. I really felt it.
Too bad that there are two in our batch who wouldn't graduate with march. I like them both very much. :(
I'm gonna go download more Emma Watson studio shots. Emma rocks! :)