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.