Well. I just had to watch that scene all over again after discovering that I understood it all wrong.

Honorable men are all built the same. Do you know when to walk away? Do you know when NOT to take less than you deserve? If you do then you're an honorable man.

Yes, proopiomelanocortin much?

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Shout out to my great buddy AA (no she's not a battery Ü) who managed to get a flat friggin' one for Math 17. And who knows what else. And for being humble and gracious at that. Ang gaaaaaaaling ng line namin. Maybe it's only Pat who sucks, haha. Oh well.

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Yes I have been to the Powerbooks warehouse today. And it was very tiring.

Kwento...

So after the Bio cleaning session I went down the stairs with Cedie poo. I was in a big hurry when I remembered Miggy wasn't with me (who was supposed to be my guide and all). So I went back to the third friggin' floor only to find out that he wasn't coming with me. :( So there's that.

Train ride to the EDSA-Taft intersection was quite uneventful. Then after walking some towards the MRT station I saw this looong (three O's for emphasis) line of people waiting to be admitted into the station. Since there are two entrances, I checked out the other line. The on farther from the LRT station. And the line wasn't as long (I have issues with bandwagons and line formations). So la la la I got a ticket and ran past people to make it.

Then I got down at Shang. I didn't know where to get a taxi from there to the warehouse so I texted the Atlas and walked around aimlessly inside the mall instead of hurrying to the outside to walk around aimlessly outside the mall. But then I got bored and decided to go out anyway. To my horror, what I expected to be a very constant flow of public utility vehicles turned out to be stuck cars on one side and a vacant road on the other. So that's that. Finding a taxi proved to be difficult, especially since I do NOT know the area, so I got the idea that I could walk towards the warehouse, since I had maps (ew jologs) with me and I had the location tattooed on my retina.

La la la and long Shaw when my feet started to ache. Then I realized that my last meal was that IPC pig out session (which was half a day or so away) and I haven't slept a full night. Stupehd. When I got along Pioneer things were worsening. One side of the road: heavy traffic. Then at the other you can walk without getting hit by a vehicle, but still violating traffic rules.

The "transit" from Pioneer to the little street to get to Brixton was not quite easy as I expected. It was really very far and I thought that I was going to drop dead from a) sheer exhaustion; b) asthma attack. And when I was finally approaching that area marked in my brain, landmarks in my brain-map and the actual ones did not jive. So I panicked a bit, but decided on a what-the-hell turn. It turned out to be a good decision since not long after being showered at the side of that Snow Bear candy factory place whatever I saw a glorious Powerbooks sign on the side of a huge gate. So I silently shouted an in-your-face-stupid-landmarks shout of triumph then went inside.

Only to be stopped by the guard.

To be greeted with a "good afternoon, sir."

Then on to the outlet. Which proved to be chaotically arranged. And not all of my dream books were there. Actually, NONE of my dream books were there(CY the one you told me about? I already have it). So I proceeded to do a Sedaris+Gossip Girl shopping for Cheska. Then after successfully completing that, I hunted my own books. Only to get hugely disappointed. After looking at every friggin' spine for at least 2 hours, I decided that I had to buy something or else my trek had been for naught. So I doubled the Sedaris pile. And tossed in the only Anne Rice available. Crap.

And after the major letdown, I decided to walk towards Boni Station since I could not find any taxi and I was too chicken to ride a tricycle for fear of being brought to God knows where. So walk I went. You could imagine that by this time I was tired (not to mention hungry and weak) as hell. But walk I did anyway. Until I stumbled into a 7/11. Thank God for 7/11. So I decided to shoot up in glucose to prepare myself for the homebound journey. To get my feet of the ground/floor for a bit was heaven as I had been on them for the last few hours. after that bit, walk I did.

It came as a pleasant, but very still irritating surprise that the warehouse was nearer to Boni than to Shaw. So I mentally kicked myself, but congratulated myself, too, for not deciding to go back the way I came. Then after getting to the station (God bless trains, even if I always feel like I was being squashed sardine-style) and getting into the train, I breathed a sigh of utter relief. Then I was able to sit down come Buendia, only to be crowded by a tall guy who's crotch was practically in my face two stations after. Sh*t.

Then LRT to home. I always get, erm, high when I get to the Quirino Station. It always means home. And bed. And sleep. And pillows. And sleep? I feel a sense of safety, even if I do live in a red light district. There came a point when the thump-thump of Malate came very close to a lullaby. And it now is, HAHA.

So I slept and woke up in darkness, only to discover that I practically ditched Nil and our OrgChem plans. Then I went for a walk (plus ice cream plus Coke). It's something akin to smoking for those people. Have I not had enough walking for the day? Apparently not.

Now I must sleep. For tomorrow is Physics day. Blech.