I really do hate cramming for Christmas. I just realized that I bought gifts for some people twice! Also figured that next year, am going to make my gift-giving less stressful. I went around Mandaluyong, Makati, Paranaque and Las Pinas just to give out gifts! Bahala na si Batman next year kung sinipag ako magbigay sa lahat. Whatever happened to the spirit of giving? That's what commercialization does to the spirit of Christmas. Somehow, I've forgotten that Christmas stands for Christ.
Anyway, it's been a productive day since I finished off my gift giving. After having lunch at Tempura (again) with a friend, I proceeded to the RCBC campus and checked if there's any update on our WCE results (I told my officemates that I hope this will be the last day I would see them. I am, after all, on vacation). When I checked the board, I saw that there are only two subjects (as of now) that have results. With trepidation, I saw that the other result was Financial Management. Other than economics, this is the other exam that I feared I would not pass. Scanning the list, I saw that there were a lot of failures. I looked for my ID number and lo and behold, I passed with a grade of 84! Thank God! At least that leaves Economics and Organizational Behavior as my unsure test. However, I still need to adjust my schedule as I need to take the Production Management WCE next term (I attended our Christmas party instead).
I then proceeded to Glorietta to meet up with my cousin since we’re going to Southmall to get his line/phone from Sun Cellular (which happens to be under my name. I have lines in all cellular phone service providers in the country). We left Glorietta around 3 pm and we got caught at the traffic jam at Nichols. We took the Merville exit and took the long route going to Las Pinas.
Upon getting home, I retreated to my room where I can escape the mischievous antics of my cousin/godson, Kiko. He’s really turning into a handful. Everyday, he finds new ways for me to get mad at him. Though there are times I would want to strangle him, a little voice reminds me that he doesn’t know any better. Like this evening for example, I wanted to watch the Spongebob DVD set which we bought last week. I set it aside downstairs since I wanted to watch it during my break. But when I looked for it, we could not find it. It seems that Kiko was last seen playing with it and they can’t remember (nor can he) where it was placed. In my frustration, I took his Jack-Jack pillow as hostage saying that I’ll only return it once he finds my Spongebob DVD. I know it makes me a bad example as a godmother but my patience is stretched to the limit.