There and back again.
Sorry Mr. Baggins for using this phrase again. But literally, I was there and in a few hours, back again. Honestly, I would have been lost if not for my dad’s effort in meeting me in that jungle. It’s a stressful 18-hours if I would think about it but seeing my family there and meeting Max for the first time is the best 18-hours of this week! I hope that Max would grow up to be ninja-like and awesome! :)
Legal forms and cases are waiting for me though. These are the orcs of my law school life.
Be careful with what you say. Words can break or make. Part of a poem I learned as a child which is engraved in this dysfunctional memory of mine. Still, words make up this whole effed up system I consider life. Either they break or make, I have to deal with words but words are not enough.
And when emergencies like that may ruin your grade for the whole sem.
I am not even grade conscious for heaven’s sake. Still, a few points is better than no point at all. Zero. I regret not being able to take the quiz no matter how unprepared I am. This is another rant. Yes.
I think I need to take care of myself more. This is all I have. Health.
The last one kills.
If I survive, good. If not, fight.
It’s 2 am and it’s dark and cold. The only thing that I can do at this hour is think—think about things that would just stress me out.
Three semesters left by the way. I should be happy, right? But what if I can’t make it after this? Worst, what if I can? Would I immerse myself in the dirty waters as pessimists like me would say?
Plus, things that would lead me to that goal are scarce these days. You know what I mean. I won’t give up though, that I said. Won’t I? That’s the question. Things are getting worse, I let them be. But I am not in control of all these. Random you might say. Not.
I am not engaged in money making endeavors this time. No money you may say. This is what I get for being proud. I am not even a millionaire’s child. In reality, I am 50% happy and 50% frustrated about everything. Pretty Effed up thoughts running through this brain like crazy. I’m not even sure about the grammar and all but who cares? Not even me.
On resources, I can say that what I have is totally depleted. Poor but contentment is there, sometimes. You can’t kill what’s already dead someone said. Impossible crime.
Sugar, spice, and everything nice.
These are the ingredients to make perfect little girls. Perfect little girls. Therefore, I am not perfect because I am not made of sugar, spice, and everything nice. I am made of inferior genes I suppose. Here I am again writing random stuff because I’m STRESSED. Corporation Law recitation today and I have not studied yet. Darn. Darn.
I can’t imagine how I travelled 340+ kilometers without saying yes to an unplanned road trip, not even thinking about money or what my parents might say (since I am this 9 year old trapped in a 22-year old body). Just went all the way to Cabanatuan City with Hansel, to meet his Gretel. Luckily, we had breadcrumbs (or GPS in modern times) to guide our way. This is not fiction contrary to what other people think.
170 kilometers is not far if what’s waiting is someone special. Another 170 kilometers back is not enough for the fun. Good things really come to an end but the memories you make don’t.
After the cheeseburgers at Mcdo Cabanatuan, picture taking at the ‘welcome to Cabanatuan City’ sign without the letter ‘U’, the long road to nowhere slash unending ricefields, Rosa’s halo-halo and palabok in Munoz, jump shots somewhere, the beautiful sunset, reaching breadcrumbs’ destination kilometers away from the real destination (aka Tina’s place), unending laughs and stories, and dinner at Hansel’s house (which is not made of candy), I can say that this is one of the best days ever.
I can’t believe that I was there and back again and I am not Bilbo Baggins. Still, 340+ kilometers is a long way for a person who is not allowed to go out of town.
Here’s Hansel and Gretel.
Wala na akong naipon! Puro penalty. Sarap matulog eh. Di ko na kayang pag-ipunan yung limited edition kaya sa tig-99 na lang ako! :) Ayan, penalty ulit. Next time baka iterminate na ako.
Buhay ma-pride. Buhay purita.
It’s a sick, sick world.
Rotten. Sick. Rotten. Sick. Repetition of these words make me want to vomit. Why is it that we no longer care to heal this sick, sick world? We’re tired, that I know of. But aren’t we also tired living in this kind of world? Tragedy of commons you may say or people don’t care anymore. You choose.
Dirty politics, pollution, homophobia, social structures gone bad, trafficking, hunger, poverty—add more to the list and you’ll realize how doomed this sick, sick world is.
It’s not even two a.m. but I need to write a lot of stuff. This is what you do when you’re broke: thinking about how sick and doomed the world is.
What sembreak really means for the working.
You can rest, yes. You can have fun, yes. You can go places (assuming you have a few coins to spare). But, it’s time to raise money for the next semester especially if you are broke. This is what happens when you’re too proud, Jaja.