Year of the Ox.
And I’ve just realized that for seven straight years, Christmas and New Year here in Davao is awfully lackluster. Forgive me mayor, but I think our city deserves to have at least a colorful night on welcoming the New Year. It would be better if the officials would facilitate the fireworks in a safe place. Don’t you guys agree?
On the lighter side, hospitals in the whole city reported zero casualties.
On a much lighter side, roads are very clean.
AND THE LIGHTEST PART OF IT IS THIS: The air is clean. Ahhh. Fresh air. I don’t need to rush to the nearest Chemist (‘coz I’m from London, LOL) just to buy nebules.
No more thug-thug and the squeaking sound of the nebuliser.
And yeah, I need to get back to work. Fuck. I think the schedule for my Zoo 3 Lec (Invertebrate Zoology) is final and it’s already imminent – this Monday. I really hate it when you start your year in a dreadful manner. The eighth of January means the same thing. Give us at least one week, please.
I’m tired. I’ve slept at around six. Yeah apparently I was doodling something in photoshop. The best part of it is not the product though. I have just ym-ed one of my closest friends in high school for at least five hours. And five hours is NOT enough. And I crave for another five more hours! Haha. But anyway it was fun, really.
Are horses lucky this year? I think the luckiest year for horses is 2010.
…and I was born in the year of the horses. The year was 1990. Ugh, great! I’m turning 19 this year, after eight months. I’m getting old. And I need some damn magic in my life.
Enough of this shit talk. I’m just really… really… zzzzzzz.