post 28

As I write this, I am (typically said) heavy-eyed yet somewhat happy.

Ok, I've been asking myself lately, "Where am I really heading for in life... amidst ALL the things I am preoccupying myself with?" Or more importantly, "Why am I doing all this?"

Whoa... A big nevermind is flashing on my head.. plastered in bright neon green. And I'm finding it quite fashionable. Weird. Eccentric. Odd. Me. Yeah, 4 inter-related words. Synonymous and connected.

Yet the answer to all this is something I have to wrench out of the many experiences I have yet to experience.

Anyway, you guys should listen to Unloco:


Ok. So I obviously have time to write... so here, I'll talk about my weekend and whatever's on my mind:

Saturday:

Saturday was a really really really bittersweet day. I had fun in the morning. Don't ask. :) Ahh.. she is... nevermind again. My arms really ached that morning. Lifted weights for quite a long time now. Ok, anyway, I was in the grade school fair at the Ateneo... to partially steal some of my brother's party food, and well, to saunter (God I love that word!) around the campus. I was really reminiscent-prone when I saw my old teachers. Some of them didn't really change a bit, and some did and they still even knew me. I couldnt believe it. Pati full name. Geez. I remember being this normal kid. Nothing special. Nothing more or less. A notch above what was considered average. I also REMEMBER quite vividly playing with Inigo when I was fifth grade in the Rock garden. Imagine a bunch of cute little boys squirming creeping sauntering (oh that word...) around a horde of huge moss-swathed rocks playing "who-jumps-the-farthest-gets-to-be-the-leader-and-gets-free-melon-juice" game. God. We were called the suicide jumpers. We used to annoy the prefects and run to the library and hide uder the stairs and waste our lunchtimes by pilfering the janitor's stock of empty coke bottles that we used to derive 'deposit' change from and drool at fifty peso bills when collectively put altogether. Ha! Ang saya.

Anyway, I left... (No! Argh..) and I met up with Inigo and the rest of "And More" at McDo to go to and practice at his house. Ok so the taxi ride this time compromised my whatvever part of my body that's connected to my pancreas... cause I've already left it... squashed. That ought to be my... pelvic bone or something. Yeah. Ok, so we commuted the same way like last week and we walked the same path. We arrived at around close to 2. Then, we practiced Silvechair's "Freak" and Incubus' "Take me to your leader".... again. We've yet to come up with a third song. Argh. SOMEONE suggest a possibility. For us. Ok... we drank.. water. Never tasted that good. I felt really tired. (Ramlo, excuse mo na 'tong "suffering" na to ok? I deserve every right to say this.)



Basta. Alam ko may future 'tong bandang to eh.

Then at close to 6, we commmuted to Katipunan and guess fucking what??!!!?? I lost my bonnet! My precious bonnet. I must have dropped it somewhere. It had sentimental... lots of really valued memories tucked into its red cloth. Ahhh!! Madness intertwined with guilt. :( Man! Guess nobody'll replace it for me. I can't afford one. I don't save up for clothes that much anymore. And I might as well live with it. :( Jamie, sorry nagmura ako. Argh...

I slept at 12:17 am 'cause we texted each other so much.. But nothing beats meeting in person right?

Sunday:

Woke up really late. Did the grocery, rented 8 mile.. Yup, am I un-updated in the movie cycle or what? Ok, I ate somewhere out there and I wasted the afternoon sleeping and studying and sleeping again... and just boring myself to death. I wanted to talk to her but I was toooo tired. Besides, I didn't wanna bother her.

Then, I did HW. And I fufilled my promise to myself that I'd listen to my old cd's to reminisce again. *sighs* I listened to Oasis, Incubus, etc. YEh... Liam Gallagher rocks! I love "Live Forever". It kicks ass.



I slept at 10:00.

Monday:

Ahh.. talk about stress. I had to put up with English class, which totally reeked of monotony and irrelevance. We discussed something that we've already discussed way back. Really easy. A waste of time. And the teacher's side epics on how she wants us to go to college and the millions of negative possibilities that we could get into especially when dealing with girls, whom she thinks are alien to us because we're in the Ateneo and blah blah blah. Never really ends. Really. Her waye are way too 80's. Argh. 70's I mean. But the fact that she's doing all these stuff makes the subject easy. Nakakatamad lang talaga minsan.

Then, Math. It was...ok.

Filipino was ok too. No big deal. I grouped up with Roque and Kelvin and just chatted away. I just couldnt understand why Raoque's really counter-productive and why he yields what he deserves... a D or something lower than that.. Guess he was brought up the wayward fashion.

Ok, PE time was gay time. Yeah. Both meanings. Damn.

Gay because it was quite happy talking with King and whoever... and gay because my turf was infiltrated by Carlo and his ... actions. Yeah, he's funny and a really sociably active trance-listening person. Yeah. I respect that but he can be really off-putting sometimes. Don't get me wrong. He's fun to be around with but.... God, why did he have to be so.... gay?

Here's a dialogue I eavesdropped on after I talked with Cannu for the longest time I've had with him:

Carlo: "King, can I make-hilot you?"

King: "Uhh.. ok."

*Carlo positions him/herself at his back and shows off his really limpwristed self to King*

Carlo: "Ok, King.. I'll make you hilot na ha?"

King: "Wait. Not here. Let's do it some other time, somewhere else. You and me."

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Damn! Yuck! Argh! This is totally different!

That's about all the creepy stuff I can spare you.

Uhh... Mars Volta! stig.