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the harshness of winter in a tropical country, meatball style

T'was a stormy Wednesday evening.

After I politely barged in to our neighbor's unit demanding for an umbrella (and I got my demand, mind you), I braved the sundering rains and marched (read: hobble) across the muddy ground to the infamous Student Union Building. Apparently, the UPLB Writer's Club were to hold an orientation in there for potential applicants and I was among the neophytes invited for the occasion (thanks to a friend who reminded the org member who recruited me that I was interested in joining). I arrived at the rendesvouz 10 minutes before the appointed time so I took the liberty of buying myself some dinner (a luxury I sometimes forget to avail). I treated myself to a delicous meatball meal and finshed with a cheese waffle (the meatball meal cost php30 so I had room for dessert. Yay!). Still no sign of the org. The time was 7:05 and since I am not a fan of waiting without spending in a place crammed with stalls where I can waste money, I decided with a heavy heart (err, tummy) to exit the building an check out my housemates whoe were at an internet cafe playing their wallets out. Again, I braved the angry winds, scrubbing off the shards of dirt and mud clinging to my legs. I entered the usual PC shop we run into every other night and I was surprised to find no one in there (and by no one, I mean my housemates, as it occured to me that we are the only ones among the entire UPLB community who were playing there). Feeling tired, cold and wet in places that shouldn't be tired, cold and wet, I doubled back and went home, with the raging storm seemingly mocking me at the back. I arrived feeling dirty (literally) and after a quick trip at the showers I dropped down on my bed and slept. It was (a record breaking) 8:45pm.

The following day, I just learned that classes got suspended. Yay.