Ateneo Fiesta begins!

Even though I was sick, with my throat plagued with phlegm that made me barely breath, I was still forced to go with the parade because my CS312 teacher bribed us with 10 additional points to quizzes if we do so. *cough cough* So I am still sick. It was raining before the parade. So the cold moisture of the air just worsened this cough. I don't want to write or even think about this. It makes me feel sicker.

During the parade, we passed this spooky street with birds flying above and sitting on electrical wires. It feels weird because it's like they were watching us. But it didn't worry me the most. I was pulling my jacket up to cover my head because these birds were dropping shit bombs on the unsuspecting people below. A girl beside me was hit on her bare arm. It was a good thing I was wearing my Dad's long-sleeved jacket. My friends behind me told that I was hit on my back. Later, they overheard someone that being hit by this undeniably stinky bird-waste is swerte [lucky]. Hmmm... If I am not mistaken, I went home that night hardly breathing and reached home with a bad mood that I had to drop down on the bed and moan in pain as I exhale, wishing that the sticky goo in my throat would be coughed out altogether. Superstitions!

*cough cough* I just drank my coffee and it made me spit another ball of phlegm. Hot drinks are better expextorants than the Tuseran capsules that I was just taking yesterday. I think I'm feeling better...