Now that I can at least sit still without immediate fear of Armageddon, I can put to paper (or cyber scribble) thoughts that have been in hodge-podge with all the hoopla that have been going on in my life lately.

First off, CONGRATULATIONS to us for winning 2008 Lady Med. And congratulations to the poeple who been behind this event! I've experienced more of the latter because I stupidly raised my hand when the question "Who wants to be Project Manager?" was tossed up in the initial meeting, thinking that everything will just fit into place. Well, they don't fall and fit together unless somebody (figuratively) moves them bodily with all the force they can muster in their 150-lb frame. Or even less, for Ate Tina's case. Because of being PM:

I got excuses to take trips to the 8th floor of the Central Block (where the offices of the administrative kings and queens of UP are located) at least twice a week
I practically have the MSC Chair on speed dial
I get these texts from random people I would never have spoken to in a world without Lady Med
I panic in the middle of night thinking about the Last Great Glitch (venue, and whoever sabbotaged the permit will experience my vengeance)
I skipped parts of classes or miss them entirely
I make new friends and new enemies
I experience, first-hand, politics
And all kinds of stuff I can't remember

*sigh*

Result: The best-ever, most/least controversial, terrible, terrific thing I can ever come up with! CULTURE COMM KICKS ASS. But what's sad is that I just wanted to this to show to 6 people what I can do. The two are my parents, of course, who couldn't be here. Another 2 bailed out last minute, but they know me and I still love them. And one just wasn't there, I HATE YOU. Only one sat through the whole shindig, and I'm not even sure kung nagustuhan niya OR kung gusto ko ba talagang andun siya. :(

Anyway, I'm never gonna be PM again for this, because I don't want to outdo myself. Yeah, there can still be lots of improvements, but I sure don't want be the one to take it to the stratosphere.

Nuff said.

Today has brought me all sorts of things. But along with the headache and the incessant fear of failure, this day has also impressed upon me the importance of little things (but they friggin' add up so WTH). I got to be reminded why I like a particular peculiar someone in the first place. And! It really is different experience to have someone to stare at during those Rest Stations.

Now all I need is You.

It's amazing how people can change in a snap. Really. And I can't say I blame them for that. But it can be really sad. And if they do things only because they want to think they're doing the right things, then I can just look from a distance and let them run their own agenda. They can't expect me to pick up after them. Tough love? Mebbe. But I've always believed that poeple's stupidity can be their own cure. Or poison. Take your pick.

It's been fun, but it's the most draining thing. Ever.


Favorites. :D

Sometimes I just want to drop everything and hide in a dark corner.

Holy shizz. Hurrah for possibilities and awesome-ness! ♥

MP glee. Swimmers. ♥

Go, now. I have to do this.

When it's raining hard, and you stupidly left your umbrella at home, but you have to get to somewhere, you just brave it, tuck your atlases with plastic, and wade in the flood. Run-ons, anyone?

I miss home so much. :( And I've been missing my dad like a hollow ache.

This streak of color haunts me, and I don't know what to call it.

There's this piece of rock in my shoe. And it's uncomfortable. So why don't I get it out? I'm not taking the shoe off, that's what.

Congrats to friends who have amped up their lives. I just hope I recognize my turn before I'm supposed to take it. ♥ But boo for banana peel booboos. :(

It just dawned on me that I may never see my mother for the next months or so. :( How am I going to tide all these things over?

And I really need some ind of back-up system. I wish I could just whip one up, but sadly, it has to come out of a womb. Come now, dammit. I need you N-O-W! Please? Before I cookie-crumble in a dark corner of our cluttered apartment. :(

Nothing feels more sh*tty than being physically, socially, and mentally drained. I wish crying could just finish the job, but there's a lot of things to attend to, and they have this awdul tendency to file up in this fugly conglomerate of sh*tty-ness. Ugh. Seriously, if never knew that slitting wrists were so futile, I'd slash someone's right now.

Wooh. I never knew I was so angry til I started typing. And it hasn't abated yet, no.

There's only one saving grace this day, and that's seeing a bit of Sunshine. Sadly, this one isn't the right one, though. Come N-O-W!

Something must be said for people who are in need of help, but are too comfortable on their high freakin' horse to be of use to others, even themselves.

You are now transferred to the Hopeless Case Desk. Go eff yourself. :(