The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight.

~Samual McChord Crothers

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On the same day as last year, we went to the same place, to attend the same occasion.

But there was something different this time around.

OMFG I HAD THE BEST LECHON EVER. EVERRRRRRR. FUCK ALL THE BAD CHOLESTEROL, WHO CARES, I WAS EATING THE GOD OF ALL FATTY FOODS – AND IF I DIE DUE TO SOME  BLOCKED ARTERY, I’LL DIE A HAPPY MAN, GASTRONOMICALLY IN HEAVEN.

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And I finished reading A Streetcar Named Desire today! Amazing play. I love all the sybolisms used in the play; they mainly touch on the ubiquitous theme of appearance versus reality. I love how the stark contrast between two different American cultures were immortalized in the characters of Blanche DuBois and Stanley Kowalski. I love how the book relates to the two other plays we’ve already learned for the closed-book written English IB exam, Antigone and A Doll’s House. AMAZING! I should be making notes about Streetcar soon and start comparing it and drawing parallels with the other aforementioned plays. I’m already beginning to draw in my mind awesome connections among the male characters Creon (Antigone), Torvald (Doll’s) and Stanley (Streetcar), and female characters Antigone, Nora, and Blanche. The only thing I have to do now is to write them down on paper to make them tangible evidences of my ‘productive’ holiday (and to reduce the load of my incapacitated brain because memory space is kind of scarce these days).

Hahaha who knew that a person like me, known last year for having no interest at Literature at all, would actually begin to embrace and appreciate the subject? Mrs. Hammond will surely smile from ear to ear if she discovers this new-found interest of mine.

Nothing special.

I guess too much fat isn’t good after all.

My family and I went to our family friend’s house to have a small gathering. Nothing special in particular. Just a simple dinner. And to my surprise, there was a HUGE lechon on the table awaiting its very hungry visitors. I have not eaten any lechon or any lechon dish since March, and I have been craving for it. And last night, I got the chance to enjoy a free feast. I ate like a pig – which kinda scared me – because I was eating a pig.

I suffered from a terrible headache afterwards. IT was a searing, pinching, painful headache. I guess it was from eating too much fatty food. We arrived home at around 12am, and the headache just continued to get worse. I wasn’t able to sleep properly, and at around 3am the headache was at its worst. I went out of my room, walking around the kitchen trying to look for any medicine, but there wasn’t any. I tried opening my parents’ room but it was locked from the inside. I finally gave up and went back to my room and kept praying and praying that the headache  will disappear, which eventually did, after an hour or so, and after that I just realized that it was already 12 noon, and the headache is gone.