I almost got murdered inside a rickety MRT. That man’s asphyxiating odour (or vapor) that oozed from his over-exposed armpit terrorized me and other commuters. We were simply defenseless.
Classes just started yesterday but I am already looking forward to the dawning of March.
Lunch was great: yellowish broccoli and leathery beef.
Sleep and her unforgiving cohorts visited me every thirty minutes while I was in the middle of my lectures.
The weather felt like in the center of a steamy Brazilian rain forest. And I hate the rain (or the dark nimbus clouds) it kept me from going anywhere.
But the sun was equally detestable.
Today’s my first M.A. class in Anthropology. I wonder what led me to enroll myself in this rather esoteric subject when I could have taken a more relevant seminar course.
But despite these I still consider this a beautiful day:
…because according to my Sunday School song then–this is the day that the Lord has made.