For the nth time, although Sunday is the best time to study so comprehensively considering that our prelims week is THIS week aside from spending quality time with your family, I slacked the whole day and did absolutely nothing "productive" even taking a bath.  Truth is, I had planned to study this day but my runny nose accompanied by a little headache successfully delayed "my study" perhaps until God knows I become physically comfortable, free from the bothersome and frequent sneezing that I suspect I got from our dog that is.  So lesson learned, don't kiss a sneezing brute!  So because of that delay, I moved "my study" schedule by erasing the supposed plans for the days that have gone past and transferred them to the next days I so hope I could carry out on my planner given as a "freebie" by Com-Ach(an org).  As usual, my extremely concerned father went enraged and pierced his burning eyes on me, expressly annoyed at my dizzying "walking across the house while weirdly tossing a comb."  Especially the part when I told my father that I didn't pass the first IAC quiz(on Cost) and even though I tried to relieve him by saying that I barely tipped the passing mark, he still was so anxious about the worst possibility of studying my entire life.  But I somehow managed to calm him down by saying NOT to worry about me and our friendly argument stopped NOT because of what I said but mainly because he simply gave up due to my wordiness and I was crowned again the "victor" haha.  In conclusion of this first paragraph, my runny nose was still the lamest excuse NOT to study as well as the defeaning bark of our dog at little creatures(ex. mouse) that have always been irritating her for a reason only canines know why.

*wipe out slime coming out from my nose then I digress*

Okay, last night I had a good conversation with a blockmate after our IAC class, over a three bottles "each" of San Mig Light that we downed.  It started when, in the middle of the IAC discussion, I just joked about downing "two bottles" and those two words have been prevalently "clear" among us, men.  And I was surprised when he took my usual "joshing" seriously and accepted my invite.  So at that point, it was wholly set!  But, actually, as far as I can remember, he was the first one who joshed around the "two bottles" and the whole thing turned serious.  SO, we set a soothing ambiance in his apartment by playing his mostly classic sounds coming out from his quiet television speakers, our talk started, and knocked down two beers "each" during the first part of the session.  One of our talks revolved around, for an initiation, about beer philosophy haha.  And the rest were all about just anything so long as they shouldn't be mostly JUST casual.  Which has driven me to say, that I've finally found a person who's on MY wavelength which I could say only a precious few have passed through.  Congratulations to both of us since I believe I'm on his own wavelength too by letting me invade his seemingly million-dollar privacy with respect, surprisingly.  On the second part of our session, after eating meal(yeah, we had drunk before we ate dinner), we decided to go over the same sari-sari store near his apartment and bought our last beers(a beer each) and resumed our talk towards conclusion.  And then I began to open up a little bit by sharing to him about the girl I've died to know more about.  Okay okay, going up a notch outside mystery, she's a classmate!  Damn, I believe that was close haha   So about that topic, we both agreed about one thing and it's about how difficult it really is to START.  Just to share a strand from this topic we talked about and this really is an interesting one especially for the girls reading out there, it's inevitable for us, guys, to measure up.  Measuring up first a girl before we make a move.  The definition of measuring up here ISN'T exactly literal since I DID mean that measuring up according to my context usually includes asking myself first if I've even had a fighting chance for a girl(ironically though, I need first to measure myself up haha).  Because it's inevitable also for us guys despite our objective disposition and tough figure, to hide our collective skeleton of the closet called "inferiority complex," at least for this matter.  So yeah, it's been tough for us to make a move perhaps until we found out that a level-playing field has been laid upon us.  Yet we both agreed that a journey of a great mile wouldn't start with a leap.  So the Confucian "single step" is deviously the toughest we have to take otherwise we have to disregard the thought of taking the road.  God, even ending this topic up was tough hahaha.  Ok, so much for that!  One thing I've become aware of when the effect of alcohol starts creeping up my head is that I unwittingly tend to throw up(not the vomit) foolish ideas like this one:  "every music sets us a distinct MOOD the same way every person sets us a particular MODE."  <- Plain bull crap hahaha.