Feb Twenty-One.


Feeling better. Elated. I just had to toss it all out. Baggage. Luggage. More like sewage. I couldn't stand both sides to it---the vagueness and complexity of my going-on. The reality of being able to feel things you don't want to exacerbate or even see at the least. Just trying to be alive here.

Okay. March 14-19 is exam week, so that gives me three more weeks. Tatlong linggo. :)

The weekend minus Sunday was great. :D I spent half the day at Jamie's house. The details are not weblog material 'cause I say so. :)

By the way, you guys remember the synchro-tri-bombing at Alabang, Gen. San & some other place? No, it was not a concert or even close to that at all. Walang Monsterbot... Not some socio-political Radioactive Sago feat. Twisted Halo gig or anything. What happened was that three buses exploded at three different places. Kind of like the morbid love triangle. Well anyway, it was Valentine's Day. The thing is...... I took the bus heading south for Alabang (but got off at Boni) just hours before the TNT-laden shrapnel went capeashin' around... Whew. Mother of God! I was going to Jamie's house that time to give the flowers (rare thing by the way) and a snickers bar (i know, i know...*repeat sequence four times*).

Buti na lang. Thank you God for sparing me. Now I know how it feels... I wasn't a meer stat on the metro news. My name did not become a sad mouthful for Mike Enriquez to say... It gave me a lot of room to think. Think. Ha! I'm a lucky bassssshturd. :D