Good Day

Good Day

Mugging season is finally finally here. It's supposed to be all throughout the semester, really, but now the signs are screaming in your face. Three weeks to to the exams, wrap-up of lectures and tutorials, rushing of projects and assignments, libraries teeming with people... ahh I love it! Not.

But I don't mind much, really. It's OK. It's just that the pressure is starting to build up, and it's taking slowly up my breathing space. But nah, I'll live. There is life after exams. :)

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A string of holidays it is for Singapura this week. It was a public holiday yesterday November 1st, not because it was All Saints Day, but because it was Deepavali day, some Hindu feast about lights and good/light's triumph over evil/darkness. Something like that. Tomorrow, November 3rd, is another holiday, this time for the Muslims, who will celebrate their Hari Raya.

If I were in the Philippines, November 1st and 2nd would be holidays as well, methinks, because it's All Saints Day and All Souls Day, respectively. I am unsure whether these two are Catholic celebrations only (in contrast with other religions including non-Catholic Christianity), although I suspect so. Christians (there's that odd commonly used distinction between "Christians" and "Catholics", with the former referring to those non-Catholic Christians) do not believe in saints, as far as I know, so Nov 1 is out of the question. Regarding All Souls Day, I didn't really hear a buzz about it among my Christian Singaporean friends here (who largely outnumber my Catholic Singaporean friends), so yeah, maybe it's a Catholic thing.

Anyway, Nov 1 was a day of obligation so I made sure I went to mass. Today, Nov 2, was not, but I went again anyway. I'm happy I did. I'm also happy I went alone. I don't know, it's a personal thing, but it just feels light going to church. I could just sit there after mass and feel comforted. Especially now, that schoolwork is taking more than its usual toll on my sanity. Especially now, that we are to remember our beloved family and friends who have gone ahead of us.

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Now let's get mushy. I miss my Kuya Schroeder. And my Lola Nene, Lolo Yoyong, and Lolo S. My brother mostly, because sometimes I can't help but think what would it be like if he wasn't stricken by that strange kidney disease when he was three (I was one). I'm sure my younger sister Kai thinks the same way, because well, when we were little and we'd have these kiddie fights, she'd sometimes blurt out, "Sana si Kuya Schroeder na lang andito!" Haha funny when I think about it now. And come on, everybody who knows me well can tell I'm not as held-together as I want to, and it would be great to have a big brother to do the growing up the trial-and-error way, and to tell me afterwards what works and what doesn't.

Haha. I love my grandfolks too, of course.

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Hmm. The previous paragraphs were a bit too mushy to my liking. This is the part where my blog turns into a journal, more of a diary. Not a bulletin board of "news" that one reads to get updated on the goings-on. Friends can read my journal, by all means, but those who are looking for newsworthy material please go read the entertainment columns of your favorite newspaper. Or please go find other blogs that thrive on the attention that the general public gives them. Not that that's a bad thing, really; it's just not me.

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Lalalala.. did I just digress? Haha. It's a good day today. Did my Statistics assignment and, among the 6 assignments (each of which counts for 5% of the grade), I felt that I contributed most on this one, the last of the six, in the usual trio discussion Kevin, Diana and I have.

It's a good sign. I'm actually liking my major, Statistics, again. Hmm.. now to persuade myself to like Calculus (or more accurately, for it to like me). :D

Mugging day tomorrow. Time to get some sleep.

I'm still happy.