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1.9(10^9) per liter.
It's a number of doom, along with 1.550 and 80.91g/mol and 3 postquarters, and do you know why? It's the number of leukocytes in my bloodstream.
It's also the number that made my doctor wonder if I caught dengue for the second time in one year.
I'm serious. Who else could be that unlucky?
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We won second place in our di-kum! Late news, I know. Bad news travels fast, after all. => Cesium won third and Magnesium won first and they deserved it. I guess the judges only found us cute. No false humility there.
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After four years, my family got me a new bike.
I can hardly blame them for waiting that long, though. The last bike I had I rode for the last time in grade 5. I just so happened to ride it in a flowerpot that used to stand in the middle of the garden in Pangasinan. The bike was never the same since. Neither was the flowerpot.
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Four summers after that, I rode a motorcycle into the flowerpot that replaced that flowerpot. Guess what happened.
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I forget that I owe belated birthday greetings to Vince Bernardo, Ate Dyane, and Anna. Happy birthday! =3
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I tried writing my story for Filipino in Filipino.
Let me explain that. It would be much easier to write it in English, and then translate that into Filipino later on. Much, much easier. But once in the process of being translated, it would sound weird. Very very weird.
So I tried writing it in Filipino, and thank goodness my classmates- Norman and Emman especially- were so patient. So patient, in fact, that I felt guilty.
"Norman! Anong Tagalog ng sword?"
"Spada?"
"A, oo nga no...!"
Then:
"Spell spada!"
And, after that:
"Anong Tagalog ng needle? Teka, alam ko 'to... Begins with the letter k, di ba?"
A pause. Fingers snapping in air that would give no answers.
"I give up. Anong Tagalog ng needle?"
"Karayom!"
"Onga no! Salamat!"
If you suck at Filipino, it's best to have very patient classmates and the ability to make yourself seem ridiculous.
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and bikes are love. we shall ride together sometime. :) and i pity your flowerpots. XD
thanks for the greeting. happy birthday rin!! halaaa, gumugurang na tayo...
and i feel your pain in Filipino. poetry is much harder, pramiz.
ingatz! mishyumom!
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Sometime, let's ride together... Maybe the fair? If the guy who rents bikes puts up with the PSHS scholars for another year. I hope everything survives. In one piece. =>
Miss you too... And don't you get dengue while I'm away! =3
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yeah, the fair! hahaha, race tayo? or shall we spare the flowerpots? :P
waaaaah, you're sick nga?? please get better! miss you na!
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There are no flowerpots at school, except for those big ones near the flagpole- so, why not race? =>
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sige, sige, let's race! and those big flowerpots look like good targets. :D