Bakit ba ang bobo ko sa Bio Lec...?

This day started in somebody's condo unit, ehem. The task: to edit the damn STS movie. And so therewe were, Ced, Miggy, and I. Edit edit edit. 2/3 of the iMed couples crashed (the other can't kasi mahilig umuwi yung isa, haha), and what was supposed to be a closed group filming became a full-blown chips/birthday party. After picking out a very beautiful title for the movie, we decided to render it for [hopefully] the last time. Because we had nothing to do in the interim, all of us contributed in the translation of the transcript for the subs. And after the creatively exhausting ordeal, the couples decided to sleep. Of course, they took ALL of the sleeping/soft surfaces of the enitre condo. The original trio was left with nothing but chairs and the wooden floor. When exhaustion finally took over after all of the subbing brou-ha-ha, we had no choice but to push on, or lie on the floor. Ced and I chose the latter. *There's a silent bitchy comment here, but I'd rather leave it unsaid, although I can't say it's without justification.*

Who the hell eats a wasabi-smeared burger? A dollop would have been fine, but to have a 5mm-thick layer is more than a tad necessary. For me, anyway. Apparently some enjoy the ridiculous excuse of an exotic burger as it's still on the menu. Eck. I'm sticking to what I know.

I was really tempted not to bring anything to school today. Nothing of great significance for me actually happened so...

Sabi ni Maria Mena (na pinaalala sa akin ni Cy): I'm sorry for the time I put my hand between your legs and said it was small 'cause it's really not at all. (Not very appropriate for the post, but I felt like putting it somewhere).

Why do art films have to be so friggin' dragging? Is it because of the probability that if they speed up, the movie would be compressed to a length comparable to that of a TV show?

For certain people, change can be poisonous. :(

And I would love to live in that Chocolate Room. Where everything is edible? Including myself. But that's called cannibalism, which is frowned upon by most cultures around the world. Good morning, Star Shine! The Earth says "HELLO!"

and i'm skipping the shift key for a while, though it feels rather odd.

when someone asks you something the instant you've woken up, you muddily agree. but some things just turn out great and you find yourself craving for seconds. or maybe even thirds.

and when the thing you're doing (or in my case: just did) is more of her thing that your thing, you can't help but feel a tad sentimental. don't get me wrong. i loved sinta, but i think she'll love it even more. and i'm not reminiscing. just cleansing here.

experiencing the whole thing made me miss high school a lot. when we arrived at the arneo, the sun was still up and the gates won't open for another 2 hours. so we sat at these stone benches. i saw groups of students laughing, jamming, and hanging out, and i instantly remembered the rounds we used to do around the quadrangle (circles and squares, hmmm). i've been hearing about these great things about other campuses around the country, but i miss my own pisay. and i miss my friends. :(

and this post was not supposed to be about my missing my school.

about sinta, i loved every single part of it. i loved the happy gahasa song. i loved mang pedring. i loved props. basta. andami. and i wanna see it again, with or without whoever.

valentine's day is approaching, but it never really did have a lot of significance for me. i'm more of a birthday guy. so anyway, people are staying up making projects, buying stuff, and doing countless other "romantic" things, but i think i'll just conveniently blot out the day from my existence. the mushiness of it all, blech. sorry to those who planned. :D butter, anyone?

Splurging is good when you plan it ahead and pull through, especially with good people (or person). Then it multiplies when you drag along a number of your blockmates (or they come along, whatever). It compounds even more when you meet some more of them as you do your thang. But the soufflé falls when you get seated next to the most obnoxious person ever. And when you eat at a place whose only other branch is at his favorite mall (aka the mall near his place, yes the one he keeps mentioning all the friggin' time), you are in for a serious treat of made up stories that you can easily deconstruct as it takes shape (and yes, I took the bait). And the cherry on top: studying for one subject whose exam nearly killed you and cramming for another one a mere hour before you had to take it (and while taking it you wonder whether your proctor literally practices what she preaches). Sum all of these up and you get a whole lot of verbal thrashings and bitchiness and sarcasm. And this was supposed to be a happy post. Oh well.

I am trying this new thing I just discovered while reading up for STS. Apparently, you can post blogs using MS Word 2007. Or has it been around for so long and it's only now that I'm learning about this? HAHA, oh well. I'm all about learning new stuff. :D

Finally, somebody has joined me on this cause of getting out of that place and basking under the sun. I just hope her membership is for keeps, and not just for show. I wish you well. I wish *us* well. Separately, of course.

Now as for my own affairs, I can't really solidify them into words right now. But I know one thing - I won't talk about it anymore. Not at loud, at least. Gosh, I can't believe on how pathetic I've become. And nobody even thought of telling it to my face. But then again, maybe someone did think about it. That person may only not have the guts to do something about it, thinking that I'd slap that person right back. This line of thinking is similar to that belief that I (do not/cannot/will not) cry. It's sometimes funny to think of what other people think about you.

So there. I hope you're happy. You were my friend, after all. And I still am. So whenever you're ready for nothing more than what I can offer, it's there.

You really know how much you miss them after crying over SEVERAL Zathura's scenes.

So I did good, yey! After the anxiety of waiting for your own results when everyone else has theirs, I now know that the future is brighter. Or darker. Whichever way you want to take it.

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Mint-flavored frozen yogurt tastes like frozen toothpaste. Mmmmm.

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I hate the fact that I'm so smitten. Or maybe there's nothing to hate. That you're just the I'm-between-people-right-now-and-you-look-good-so-you'll-be-it-for-
the-meantime person. Oh, I just remembered how you smell. Just now.

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I shall sleep now. Nil's alarm just woke half of the room up. :D