Sigh. After 10 years, here I am again.

To recap...

Last week was hell. I can't remember most of it, but it's still hell.

Never in my life have I been shouted at before. Yes, I do all the shouting, but never had anyone had the guts to actually SHOUT at me. *Scoff....

We were practicing (for the nth time) this super cheesy (mmmmm) scene in front of the class(most of them, anyway). As usual, there was this very bubbly and ever joyful me making light of all the things happening (no to burn out!). Then things HAD to get serious. Someone actually had to yell at me twice to shut me up. I mean, why does anyone have to yell one's voice to convey the garvity of the situation. Fine, I'm overreacting, but still! I'm not that dumb, and I think I could understand a subtle signal or so... And to cause me embarrassment is such a big deal! So I had to walk out of the practice because of my involunatry quivering lip. So I rushed outside not knowing where to go. Downstairs? No. Too far away. Yes. To the ever faithful and loving CR.

Reality check... I had a lot of things to think about. I suddenly missed home. I missed highschool. I missed my friends. I miss eerything that was. Uh huh. All this in the span of 5 minutes I was inside a stinking cubicle. Think think think...

So that was pretty much it for last week. Oh. We had dance pratices tooooooo! Fun fun fun!!!

Okay I just remembered something...

After a session 7 of us (iMed pipz) just sat down, talking. I started to sing this song that's been bugging me for quite a while... "I never had a dream come true, til the day that I found you..." Rings a bell? Anyway... This started off a chain of super "emo" songs. Each one had to reminisce on his/her own because we didn't really have that much for us all to remininsce together. Okay, I don't make sense... Basta... S Club... 2!

Oooooh. Today was a day of adeventures, but I think I can type about one adventure only.

We (kulto ni Amante) needed a clear plastic folder for us to put our essays in. I panicked so I went with a group of Pisay (not my own campus) people in search for folders. We tried the shops along Faura but we really didn't find any store that sells folders (it was only 8 or so in the morning and most shops were closed). DO NOT TRY TO BUY SCHOOL SUPPLIES AT GOODWILL BOOKSTORE. They only sell BOOKS. Duh.

So we were tired and we decided to go back to school when I saw this little passage. I thought there were stores at the end of that passage so I urged the gang to explore. Alas! What greeted our sight was a gruop of gangsta-looking people. So trash that place.

We evaluated uor options. I suggested (me and my suggestions) to go to National Bookstore. If it happens to be closed, then we should wait for it to open then run like hell towards GAB. Thankfully, it was open. So we hoarded. Hail Natio!!!

Back at the GAB, a friend was offering me a plastic folder. Argh! So much for that adventure.

Philo class: I was so detached. I didn't listen to the class's rantings and ravings about language and meaning and all that jazz. I decided to doodle. Thankfully, a seatmate had a headful of weird ideas so talk was the next option. I was so absorbed with the conversation I didn't realize that the whole class just made "fun" of him. Boo hoo...

Okay. What was in my notebook?

"Be kind to public antagonists."

I should really stop making fun of these people. I'm not perfect. Nobody is. So why should they be any different from me? Uhm... I could point out a lot of things but the point is that I'm not supposed to! Why is it so hard to be good?

So to close, what is this foreign movie in HBO? It's about a doctor who has prisoners for patients. Then they all tell their stories... Yada yada yada.