me, my mom, my room

Whew!

let me have the oppurtunity to say "whew" for three reasons:
1. "whew!"that my 4th shifting exams has finally ended, medicine final exam also
through;
2. "whew!" that i'm still alive; for several weeks now, i've been starving myself of
my sleep (i averaged 4 hours sleep, upper limit of 6 and lower limit of 2 hours), i still
have one more week of more such till my year ends;
3. "whew!" that i passed my medicine class, so one subject down, 7 more to go.

it felt like vacation the minute i went out the doors of my examination room this morning. i
had lunch with my barkada at robplace, which i miss a lot, for since i contracted an
inflammation of my soft tissues on my toe i never got to be with them on lunch-outs. we
were supposed to treat ourselves for a movie but none tickled our fancy but much more, we
were afraid that we'd sleep in the movie house and ultimately waste our precious allowance.

i got soaking wet going home, stupid rain catched up with me. what a timing?! bummer. good thing though that i was able to cover my clipboard and got only minor acid rain dimplings on my transcriptions. my lesson?, always bring my backpack. i hardly bring my bag on examinations, you see. im a clipboard addict! its an improvement from last year where i
would just bring my ballpen and phone with me, and my mom frequently asks..."pumasok ka ba?" hmmmm.....

"MMMMMMAAAAAA!!!!! ano ginawa mo sa room ko?" i shrieked! and i literally did. my mom came rushing upstairs to heed.
"ayaw mo ba nyan?"
"but it looked so neat?!", i reasoned.

i'm sure you guys know what happened...oh well, she cleaned my room. a total make over for crying out loud. my study desk was now positioned away from the window, my bags, shoes, cds, books, and tennis mags arranged, my bed cover changed, and no traces of dust anywhere. damn! it felt so wierd but i like it. i never knew so much could be done on my room. before i thought that changing my bed cover is already enough. she just gave me an idea for a project this summer!!! that is to fill my walls with picture frames, just memorable pics i spent with my friends and places ive been to.

i hurriedly looked through my desk drawers, and relieved to find out she didnt threw my
empty cig boxes. call me a freak-a-zoid but i keep all the cig boxes i consumed within my
room. i have this obsessive compulsive personality that i want my cig boxes to be thrown in
the can by me and only by me. my cig boxes serve as memory tiggers, i exactly knew when and where i bought each pack, and how long it took me to consume each pack by just the mere look on the state of each pack, like when the pack looked worn out which means i had it after a night out or when the empty pack still looked fresh which means i bought it just on a nearby store and had it consumed during my review sessions. all in all, i have 15 empty cig packs pilled up on my drawers. i plan to throw it soon don't worry.

whew! im sleepy now! ibby is sleepy (rhymes no?)

btw, i'd like to make a clarification: don't get me wrong but i do clean my own room...i
just dont have the time. :) let's put it this way...

"my room is like my penis, i wash it, but i just dont have the time to
play with it"