Quoting, and Reminding

Mood: sleepy.
Now Playing: always where i need to be, the kooks

Yes, good sirs and gentle ladies. I have now achieved the state of near-enlightenment due to my innate ability to worry incessantly about the things that should not be worried upon. Pretty soon, i will be levitating an inch above the ground and will practice the act of being into two places at the same time! So far out!

Sheesh.

I've been so tired lately, i don't even know what i've been doing. Craptastic.
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So this week, my Ethics professor, sir.. Niera(?) on the topic about the Posture Philosophy, (the human being has it's brain up at the top while the other beasts' brains are almost at the level of their tails) said the following lines. "If it is truly love, it does not destroy you, it saves you." And then methinks that he's right you know. People should stop hawking faux love; the kind of love that politicians give away come election time - flimsy, shallow, and full of potential seldom actualized. People should save other people. We're of the same kind, after all. Survival of the fittest, my ass - we're practically the same.

Then i remember that there's this passage from Corinthians 13: 1-13.

If I speak in the tongues of men and angels,
but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.

Oh, and BTW, this continues on to the "love is kind, it is never jealous.." verse that so many of us are familiar with.

SO ANYWAY.

He's one weird, but cool professor. Somehow, he always manages to sneak in PMS and all that shit about pregnancy and the things it brings. Y'know. Shit like the father's responsibility, the mother's 18 year detention, the kid's future.

How's that for an Ethics class. Rofl. Right now, we're going into teh human acts thingy, and it practically requires you to read this P135 textbook, with print too little for comfort. That's one of the reasons my eyes hurt like hell right now. Damn you, ethics.

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I am also reminded of a quote by Twain. He asks, "But who prays for Satan? Who, in a thousand years, has prayed for the one sinner that needed it most?" (something like that shit anyway)

Lol. who indeed.

Being Wet

Mood: harrumph.
Now Playing: vertigo, u2.

Today started out real fine; i managed to catch the daily fx that PASSES right by our house at 7 in the morning. Yeah, i know - it's weird. But anyway, an fx is still an fx, so i grabbed a seat and started playing some U2.

The morning passed by in a blur; i just wanted the day to end. I think i answered a quiz at trig class, but i don't think i got much of the answers right, though. Mercifully, prof Giovanni dismissed us pretty early. Thank God.

And that's where my troubles began.

I've been spending lunch catching up with people from high school; looking back, i can't believe how much we've shot up. I mean, we've all got deeper voices now, it's sort of scary. It's like speaking through a rolled up piece of newspaper - sometimes it comes out all whiny and shit, but after a few tries, it gets better; more rounded and cooler-sounding. So aun. After much thinking, we decided to eat at jollibee dapitan.

If you've never been to Dapitan, you may dismiss it as just a hangout for after class ust students. But if you've been to Dapitan, you probably know how poor the drainage system there is. And if you've ever been to Dapitan IN THE RAIN, you most definitely know that it is not fun.

To illustrate, click the thumbnail to see something cool.

See teh caption? Yep, it says Espana, not Dapitan. But suffice to say that, whatever the state of the flood in Espana is, the king of all flooded streets still lie in the hands of Dapitan.

So aun. We left Jollibee a few minutes before 1, and as since all of our classes resume at 1 in the afternoon, we knew we were in deep shit; the flood was past our shoes already. The next thing i knew, we were wading in the fuckingly cold and fuckingly dirty mother of all sin we humans call flood.

The flood was... shitty. Literally. I dread to think what nauseating terrors i have plunged my feet into.

Eventually, we managed to get back to ust under one umbrella. Yes, i know - miracles do happen. And then, after much squeezing and drying and whatnot in the cr( and i mean MUCH squeezing and drying and whatnot) , i climbed the stairs to the classroom.

Tsaraaa~n. Wala palang pasok. How fun!

Lecheng buhay to oh.

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If getting to class was wet, then getting back home was wet, with shit and fuck and sin on. The rain was POURING harder than ever, i half expected to see a fucking submarine emerge from the depths of the murky waters. No fucking joke.

Now in UST, there are four entrances - Espana, Dapitan, Noval and Lacson - in the north, south, east and west respectively. We actually fucking circled the whole of UST because we wanted to find, at the very least, a piece of high land to stay dry. After what seemed a fruitless effort, we set off to a flooded dapitan.

Yes, FUCKING. CIRCLED. A. FUCKING. FLOODED. UST. And to think, in the 1st place, we were just a few steps away from dapitan. I don't know why we decided to circle UST anyway. Sigh. Stupidity or bravery? I'd like to think of it as the former. Haha.

and anyway, we survived. We should get a Nobel or a Ninoy. We finally got home after stinking the lrt line - we smelled exactly like the flood outside.

Truthfully, if i wasn't wet and miserable and cold, i would've found the whole damn situation funny. But, sad to say, i was wet, miserable and cold and did not find the whole damn situation funny. You should've seen the state of my shoes - or what's left of it anyways.

Screw You

Mood: shitty
Now Playing: nothing

My dad expects me to get up at 5 in the fucking morning, to help out clean the wooden blocks littering the vacant lot we call our own. Y'see, he's a fcking work nut. His dogmas is - i must have something to fix in my hands or i will die. This summer, he plans on fixing the shed where we keep all our carpentry tools - excuse me - HIS carpentry tools. There's this big shit going in around our backyard and it's so noisy it makes hearing heavy, distorted, incomprehensible and loud guitar solos sound like heaven's angels. I am not kidding, i am not shitting or am i utilizing some writing skills. It's so fucking noisy. And so, it's littered now with pieces of wood - i guess he's planning on making a ship or a shed or something - and he want me to clean that shit up.

what the fuck is his fucking problem?!

I have a fucking class at 9 in the fucking morning, and to reach the university on time, i MUST ride an fx at seven in the fucking morning, or i ride a fucking jeep to the ungodly and beastly baclaran station, which is fucking hot and fucking busy with fucking people who ALWAYS manage to bump/kick/smell/breathe/shit on me and my fucking white uniform, to catch a train to bambang/tayuman/un fucking station. Upon exiting the station, i either have to walk a few fucking miles to my goddamn fucking school OR hail a fucking goddamn fx or worse, a fucking smoking jeepney.

and it's 10 in the evening, and i have nine fucking hours until the morning. AND i have this big fat fucking 11 am - 1pm that fucking break which is so fucking boring i want to fucking cry.

fuck everyone, i want to die. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

And dad, you know i love you but i just can't fucking be you.

5:59 AM.

Mood: blank t
Now Playing: Cynthia Alexander, Weather Report

So i'm going to university in a few hours for my effing summer class. Aside from a three hour trigo class, i've also taken theology 3, christian ethics. You know, just some advanced shit that does not need advancing. I like to torture myself anyway, so why not do it in a manner that will please... who ever it is that would feel pleasure in this, right? lol.
I need saving, too.
Gotta go. Something smells good from the kitchen. :D

Pacing.

Mood: none
Now Playing: none, too.

Regarding the stuff i said earlier, i caved in. I'll be having a 9-3 class this summer, so yippee.

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A lot of thing have happened, and i don't want to talk about it. Especially the stuff that's taking up a lot of my mind right now. I've told someone about this already, and i think one soul is enough; i wouldn't want to jinx it or anything.

Let's just say that finding a place to live near ust has been upgraded a notch higher in my summer to-do list.

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I have this vandal in my closet. It says to live on

It's getting harder and harder to live up to what we say, don't you think?