In Vitro

Haha, it's evening.

Today was supposed to be "make-a-yearbook-day" but oh well. It's okay. Nakita ko naman ung mga taong matagal ko ng hindi nakikita eh. haha.

Instead of "make-a-yearbook-day", i got a "spend-money-at-moa-day", which, by the way, is definitely okay. I guess it was the worth the time, the money and the brain cells.

Also, i broke my old mantra - to never buy coffee at starbucks, unless ABSOLUTELY necessary.
Don't get me wrong, i like coffee as much as i like milk tea. But to shell out a hundred bucks for coffee just for nothing is.. so wrong. I mean, i consumed the whole thing in a matter of minutes. I don't have the urge to pay a lot of money for popularity's sake.

Today was also the day i hung out with people that i don't usually hang out with. It's like, we meet at school and we go "yo!" or "ui!". But it ends there.

Turns out, it's refreshing. They have a lot of stories to tell, a lot of experiences. It was fun walking around moa,(let me stress the word waaaalllkiiiinnggg). We went to a lot of bookstores, and i found myself buying a comic anthology of life in progress, against my better judgment. The publisher was PSICOM, and those they publish turn out to be a hit or miss special. Luckily, it was a hit. It's about college life, and even though some of the jokes are corny, it was funny and intelligent enough for me.

Haha, oh, and i really want to try out ice skating. Seems fun eh. Y'see, the girl i saw earlier was doing amazing stunts on ice , i couldn't help but keep on going, "Arvin(Santiago), tae, ang galing oh. Elibs! Pio, Pioooo! Tingnan mo oh. haha, Elibs, elibs! Pa Japan naman sana un!"

Ahem. Excuse, where was I.

Ayun. I wanted to try out ice skating. Hmm. Time to call upon the barkada. Waaait.

Ring, ring ring.

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Wala. Hindi kumpleto. Aww.


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As we were riding en route to moa, the guys were talking about how their dads taught them how to drive. They were talking animatedly, laughing about how Mr. A overtook Mr. B, how Mr. C ignored Mr. D, and so and so forth.

I could only laugh along.

My dad and I aren't really on best terms. (Biased POV) Y'see, practically the only thing that was the same with us was the fact that we were terrible speakers; i mumble my words, and he doesn't even say a word.

Hmm. Looking back, i think it was due to my eye disease that he started hating me. From his past lessons - fixing a generator, dismantling bars of iron, painting wall far from my reach - i have speculated that he saw my eye disease as an ailment, as a handicap. As compensation, he taught me how things work. My ultimate dream is to be a pediatrician. His is for me to be an engineer, a jack-of-all-trades, a paragon of virtues.

Though i recognize his efforts, i'm sorry. I just can't be someone like that. I just can't be someone so perfect. I'm really sorry, dad. As much as i respect you, i just can't be like that.

Sorry for the.. umm. long post. haha. Yawn.