Fortune Cookie.

I decided to be anti-social this weekend. Looking at the pile of books waiting for me, I thought I'd have to be anti-social or I'd be way behind the readings (as if I were not already), which means, I'll have the most miserable of times a couple of weeks from now if I don't catch up. Although it seems to me that I'm the only one from the whole group who stayed home and lived like a nerd. This is becoming like Ateneo life all over again. The only difference is, I only have time to read in the evening. My internship doesn't allow me to read during daytime. Actually it does, I just refuse to do so because I don't think it's right. Daytime is work time, not study time.

I came home a little less than 2 hours ago from Starbucks, my reincarnated study place Just like last week, I spent hours just reading. I think I'd make it a habit of going there every Sunday to do my readings. Once a week in Starbucks isn't so bad. At least not for me. That's when I become most productive, of course, academically speaking. There are quite a lot of things I do in the office so nothing could possibly beat that.

Speaking of internship [again], Thursday is my favorite day. That's when I am able to do a lot of things, almost everything in fact since I'm the only intern. I kinda love the idea of having all the responsibilities for the day, which somehow motivates me to do things as fast and effective as I can (of course 'fast' also comes with the idea of efficient. So yes, efficient and effective.)

At this moment, I am only taking a long break from reading. I spent another 5 hours in Starbucks today just reading. Again, just like last week, the time I spent there wasn't enough. The only I hope for tonight is that I don't go to bed at 530 again. That's just too much. And I don't think I could keep on doing it. It was a good thing I decided to stay home last night. I already went out last Friday [and danced really hard] so I'm pretty satisfied. By the way, I almost barfed again. Thank God I didn't. Of course, I had a plastic by my pillow again, just in case the worst thing happens again. Apparently, I didn't drink too much that night. Several bottles of beer and a glass of fucking strong long island. IT DIDN'T TASTE LIKE LONG ISLAND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! The one I had in the other club in Dupont Circle was good. At least I had a good one for my first time. It better be good the third time around. ESPECIALLY THAT THE DRINK IS FUCKIN' EXPENSIVE.

Last Friday I went to Chinatown to have lunch. I went to the resto our professor recommended. The food was good, I can tell. I just got the wrong dish. Anyway, just like any other Chinese resto, they gave me a fortune cookie afterwards. And the strip of paper said, From now on, your kindness will lead you to success. Now isn't that amazing. After all, I think the whole time, I have been nothing but nice to the people here. (Nice, but not necessarily talkative. =P) I liked that. That somehow made my day and my week. It's worth giving some thought, I think.