Tuesday, November 30, 2004
I just hate going to school and being in it.

Not that I abhor learning or socializing with other people. I actually have a very good social skill (I think) and I make friends easily. What I hate the most about going to school and being in it is 1.) travelling and 2.) going up and down numerous staircases.

Let me explain why I have these two reasons.

Number one is actually the reason behind everything. Since I live really, really far from my school and since my parents won't allow me to rent an apartment and live on my own, I have no choice but to commute everyday. Going to school qould require me about 45 minutes in the morning and about 1 hour when going home. But that 1 hour is still dependent on how heavy the traffic would be. If the traffic is light, I can expect a short travelling time from school but when the traffic is heavy, it usually takes me 1 hour and a half up to 2 hours on the road. I actually consider the location of my house to be "up on a mountain". Every friend that would go to my house would first need to walk a lot, hike up a hill and almost cross a river (of course, I'm exaggerating). Their ultimate question when they finall reaching my house would be: "What mountain is this again?"
I believe I live on the treetops of some remote rural society.

Back to the traffic. There's usually really heavy traffic because of malfunctioning traffic lights, accidents or if God just wanted loads of cars to be out that day. But now, there's a new reason for commuters and even for those who own their own cars to be delayed from going home or going to an appointment. This reason is called : "Rally"

For the past few weeks that passed, countless faces for countless times had been going to Rotonda to conduct their rallies. So imagine me, tired from a full 9-hour school schedule, going home late due to some papers we needed to pass the next day, being stuck in traffic for a really long time due to these activities of the masses. Plus not every F.X. in the Metro are well-equiped with really good air-conditioning units. I consider moments like these "Hell".

Just like what happened a few days ago. This was after the "Tigil Pasada" moment of the jeepney drivers due to the continuous increase of gasoline's price. Not that I support the contiuous increase in price (I am still one with everybody), but what I don't understand is why they needed to throw plastic bags containing urine to the other jeepneys and F.X.s that were doing the people a favor by working.

And my second reason is quite self-explanatory, I guess. Who would want to climb numerous flights of stairs just to get to one room that would be occupied for not more than three hours, then go down again then again, up? I actually consider doing this to be a form of exercise. But I think sometimes it's just too much for someone like me to handle. I don't want to climb up and down the stairs for how many minutes just to torture my brain afterwards (through exams, quizzes and the like). The school should really let us use the elevator inside the building.

I just hate it when they tire me out.


Saturday, November 13, 2004
So this is my new blog. It's not really like me to be addicted to these kind of stuff - friendster, texting, rap music - I actually don't usually go for the common things common people do (well, except for texting). But blogging has this certain something that makes me all giddy whenever creating something new to post. Maybe it's the thrill of letting other people read what you have written. Sharing your thoughts to almost anyone who has the time to read your blog. I get this sense of fulfillment. It's like discovering the cure for aids!

HAHAHA!! so much for my first post!


I am complicated.
I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient.
You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit. - Brian Kinney
What do we say about ourselves? Some of us would say good things and the others would do otherwise. We are complex and even if we write down everything we think about ourselves, any amount of paper and ink won't do. Explaining or describing yourself is hard. It's like solving problems but only this time, you actually know what the problem is, and its solution is something that would either shatter you or complete you.