Amazing.

It’s amazing how one feeling can completely erase another. And how you can force yourself to stay awake and wait. Amazing how you look back and realize how much everything has changed. And amazing because a few things stay the same. (Am I getting redundant? The answer is yes.)  Sometimes I see myself as the female lead role in a slightly harem anime, where you just have to inflict pain on the loveable and occasionally dense, all too charming guy. I wish I could. But nah. :3 (too much Zero no Tsukaima. Sigh.)

Kuya Ed, CAT-dissing, and the Lost Children of Anthro 10.

Fact of the day: Happy first anniversary, vladyparents! (maudrik) I can’t believe it’s already been one whole year. O_O

I walked in for math class this morning, and spotted *them*, and smiled and said good morning. Then Audrik followed me, walking backwards, so I smiled wider and said, confusedly, “Oh, and happy anniversary!” A weird look crossed daddy’s face. “Alam mo?” I nodded. “Alam mo? Pano mo alam?” I laughed. “Secret.” And then I waved and walked off to math. I was early! Celine was leaning against the doorframe, so I approached her from behind and grabbed her shoulders. “I’m early!” She freaked out slightly, of course. :3 Ma’am Paguio came the second later, so, according to Jovi, I wasn’t early. Fine. I was earlier than usual.

After a lesson on how good mathematicians are those who know how to guess the right numbers (a.k.a finding the roots of a polynomial through trial and error) we were dismissed early-ish, and headed down (but not before accompanying Jovi to buy a bluebook) to the Toki. Socsci3. A short conversation about “mr hamster” ensued with Karlos and Kira and Rev. And then I went to my seat. Warner was already there. Jackie came shortly after. No class! Ma’am Batangan had a meeting. Yesss. XD So after chatting a little about our lovely project (pr0n, ladies and gentlemen. pr0n.) Jackie and Warner and I went to FC, found Dom (who was trying to sell us raffle tickets.) and Jed, and hung out at Katag till 11:30. Erik passed by, and then we went to pick Jovi up at CAL.

And then we walked to our Anthro classroom. No one was there. Hmmm. Maybe it was a film showing, or something. Alright. We went to the SSP AVR. There were people inside. I opened the door, and found a bunch of people wearing long sleeved polos gathered around an LCD projector. Ergh. Wrong class. So we walked to the library. Wrong class again. =_= This is the price we pay for coming late. Gaaargh.

EDIT: Sir Castro was in Puerto Galera the whole time. =__= (Compliements to Paul the Tall Chinese Man.)

Anyway, after lunch, we took off for Pisay to interview Kuya Ed. Found Jackie and Garrick and Rayray in the teacher’s lounge. Garrick has a car with no gas. Garrick has no money to purchase gas. The world is cruel. :/

We went to the caf! Lots of things changed. The caf, of course, was pretty deserted. After they got food, we went to the front cause Rayray had to leave for her NatSci class. We passed the discipline office, and found Sir Talaue in it. I got my Bio notebook back!! Hahaha. Oh the 4th year over-ness. We talked for a bit, and then went up to Kuya Ed, since Jackie was calling. Jackie, Jovi, Erik, AJ and I crammed into Kuya Ed’s room and we began the interview on pr0n. But not without a lot of conversation before, after, and in between. ^__^ Kuya Ed rockxs forever. He noticed my hair, and said it was the same style during first year and early second year. Over two hundred students in our batch, and he remembers. We heard stories of our other batchmates, too. Kim, who passed by before. And Chino, whose prom picture with Nikki hangs on Kuya Ed’s wall. It’s funny that the first year children ask about us and our pictures.

I miss Pisay, but I guess visiting there today made it clear that nothing will let us relive high school as it was, exactly. Hahaha. But oh well. Twas fun going there anyway.

And oh. We watched 08’s CAT. Gah, these people (Jackie O_O hahaha) They diss the 08, but I seriously doubt 07 was that elite to begin with. But yeah, it was fun seeing them turn in circles and fidget when the officers weren’t looking. Reminds me of those horrid sunburn days with squat thrusts and standing listlessly in the field, waiting. Just waiting…

We went back to UP after that. Off to CW10 for me. Just reporting, basically. I talked to Reez the whole time (well, almost) and tried to make an ambigram of ‘Marella’. I did, eventually. It just looked like gibberish. That’s all. :p

Oh. I must get ready for bed now. Le Dad calls for us to sleep. Anyway. The last part of the day was absolutely fun fun fun.

Reality with a dash of pessimism

Something I found while procrastinating arch10;

It made me smile, really. Because part of it is very real and very pessimistic. My kind of stuff. :3 From one of the greatest authors of all time.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life . . . You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like maybe we should just be friends or how very perceptive turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman