Today is SUNDAY.

Today's SUNDAY. Really.

Five us - Me, Rue, Karl, Chester and Aris are supposed to meet and watch prince of Persia today. Yet, we were still anticipating Aris to come. He's about to arrive from a long arduous journey from Mindanao up to here since they came here with the means of RORO. They brought their car dude! (Rich)

We've gone tired and each decided to meet up at SM City with distinct purposes. I, for an LBC pick up, Karl and Rue to withdraw some cash, Chester didn't come though.
We met up at circuit city, watched Karl as he plays a game, and constantly go to the cinema for a movie prospect. Yet we aren't watching, we'll be waiting for Aris to come, tomorrow, probably. Rue and I have gone tired of waiting Karl and decided to buy some refreshments from Mang Donaldo.

We went upstairs again and peered for Karl again. He's already left, yet we found him again, a little later. Rue still had not enough of his McFlurry so he asked for another one. I didn't dare to have some once more 'coz I still have a Monster Coke Float to relish. HAHAHAHA. We lingered, waited for Karl for his order, talked, joked around and stuffs. We also came to formulate a mocking phrase. Everytime any of us talks about something without being asked, we often say, "SHARE MO LANG? CUTE EH!" It sounds offensive and not funny, yet we laugh out loud with it. Are we nuts? haha. Later, Karl joins us with that phrase too.

Anyway, I just realized how idiot and forgetfull KIKAY is. REALLY!!!

After SM, I decided to go to West to pass a requirement, a pahabol actually. Well, since Rue and Karl are bound for CPU, were taking same Jeepney ride. I convinced them to accompany me to school, they agreed and stopped the jeepney beside Jollibee. West is nearer so we decided to walk than waste "LIMA" for a jeepney. It wasn't that sunny that's why it was okay. As we neared the institution, I noticed the school looked so peaceful.. .

The apprehension struck me hard, real hard. I suddenly gasped, put my hand in my face, laughed and said, "Ai ka tanga!!!" I keep on repeating such until i noticed Karl said something. I realized he was sharing something in the midst of my waggish trance. He protested when i said "tanga" which he thought it was him i am addressing. I stared at the twins, and laughed again. They were completely unaware too.

To tell you guys, anew, TODAY IS SUNDAY. No office hours!!! oh, men! SHAME ON ME. haha. How am I going to pass that requirement? hahaha

P.S Sorry Karl and Rue, I let you walk for miles for nothing.

Did Paranoia Knocked and I let it enter?

I still dunno the crime rate here in Iloilo, I guess, that's laid upon me to research. haha.

Even though, I often go to places here, did you know that I dreaded being out of the house? not actually out of the house - I loved being out of this freaky home though the prickly heat breaks into my skin, but i dreaded walking out of the subdivision under the scrutiny of lots of mundane people.

I am afraid, yes. Passing everyday, walking like an idiot, bowing low. There are variety of people I could see just by passing by. A group of kids boasting their new toys (under the heat of the sun, eh?); group of wenches giggling and speaking sotto voce with their heads hung low together; a group of men playing basketball at the center of the road; men and women playing golf on a ram shackled golf course alongside the road; groups of pedicab drivers; and people just like me, anticipating for a quick ride for a jeep.

The group which bothers me most is the basketball men and the pedicab drivers. I hate them staring at me head to toe, (Not trying to be feelingon or what. haha)
I disdain them for always saying, "sin.o ka text mo ga?" What the hell you care anyway? haha. Since i always clench my cell phone and flip it open every time i pass by. I do that to avoid those prying eyes. I also pretend to be fumbling for something in my bag, or in my wallet. Sometimes, I dress ordinarily and boyishly to make me look a stronger personality and NOT a WIMPY GIRL which would be scared with them. Did you know that i bought loads of bubble gum and chewed it hungrily, producing a sucking sound. haha. It made me feel stronger too. haha.

I also heard them talk to each other and say, "amu na tung pangayu.an niyo number part?" That's why before i take a turn at that road where these assuming, show-off, trying hard basketball players are, I pray that they're sick and couldn't get out of bed so that the road is clear and spotless!!! this means, I only have to deal with those pedicab drivers.

Hey, You tell me, am i paranoid? Or Idiot? Did too much heat penetrated my thinking? huh?

After all the rubbish, it's done

"No one touched me like that..."

I've just complied everything for my medical certificate. And i tell you, it wasn't that easy! For the record, the process was more convoluted than students taking up marines.

I've undergone CBC check, X-ray, Urinalysis, Fecalysis for my laboratory. They checked my Blood pressure as every school normaly does, my pulse rate, cardiac rate, height and weight. They also checked my eyes through Snellen, I had my dental check, and the most dreaded of all was the breast check! I don't know what was that for, but they had a stethoscope and - I don't wanna go with the details. ahaha. I hated it.

Well, progression of the medical tests were strict. We had a dress code: wear shorts. I thought it was okay not to follow the dress code yet, i saw a girl, with only a towel draped right at her waist. We chatted and i knew why. She wore jeans, and the doctor asked her to take it off. She remained at that state from the start of the tests until it ended. oh, pity!

I also came to have a few acquaintances. A political science student too, soon to be classmate, HENNA. And Mary Jane, an AB english student. We exchanged few words, jokes, infos, history and stuffs. I hope we would get along someday.

Stupid Kids

I hate kids. I mean, filthy kids. And I hate the way they sit next to me, their noisy noises ringing in my ears, their pungent smells. Urg! I also hate them staring at my stuffs just like my phone and my laptop. A filthy little boy here often comes in the house with her sisters to watch tv. I don't care as long as they don't get near me. But this little boy has a bark skin i guess. He keeps on coming and tells me he wants to play with my laptop. Everytime I set my hands on my laptop, every time i work with something, he sticks out his hand touches the screen, and covers everything until i don't see a single thing. When I use a mouse, he reaches out moves his fingers on the touch pad. I pushed the touch pad lock yet he still sees how it's done. He often tells me to move faster with my work so he could play! Urgh!

See??? I'm just forcing my self not to hurl him outside the house.

Smooth as silk

The smoothest, tearless break-up incident I knew.


She: Break tayo. Mag aaral na ako ng mabuti.
He: Ai? Okay.
She: Friends?
He: Friends. . .

See? hahaha.