Talk about the Illu ppl being real... banaman! Akala pala nung loka kong kaklase e in love ako with someone, and she thinks that particular someone is Russell... coz along with David I mentioned Russ and James din. Banaman, pinagkalat sa klase may bago daw akong boyfriend kaya ako mukhang laging masaya! Ayun tuloy, yung gay naming kaklase e pinagkalat sa buong klase na talaga. Mwahahhahahahah!!! My gosh! I wish that were true... na bf ko si Rushkins... hahahah, that would be really really nice ^___^

Belated Happy Birthday David!!!

Hahahahahahha!!!!! Lolz ^___^

Para akong shoongak kahapon at school coz I kept grinning like an idiot thinking it was Rus' birthday. Then I remembered, Leo nga pala si Rus at August bday niya. Then I ruled out James coz his is in March. That left David ^^0

Gomen, ne Rus... I forgot to greet you nung bday mo hahahah!!!

Wahahahah!!! Kala ng isa kong classmate totoong tao kinukwento ko! Sinabihan ba naman akong i-text ko si David para i-greet ^^0 Grabe, pinakwento ba naman kung sino si David, e di nung dinescribe ko siya nanlaki mata nung loka-loka. Siyempre no, ibabash ko ba naman si David e para ko na ring baby yun? Baby coz Tin and I helped Ana think up and rationalize about his character and background.

La lang, nakakatuwa lang talaga how real the Illu ppl are to me at times.

The apostolate to San Jose finally pushed through. We were able to give hold a class at the Chancery, with about 30 or so kids listening to us talk about personal hygiene and grooming. After that we held some sort of game where the kids who are able to answer our questions about the topics we talked about were given prizes, some of which were toys, school materials, and some stuff for their personal hygiene like combs, toothbrushes and toothpaste, etc. I donated some toys and a Winnie the Pooh set of school materials which my classmates liked for themselves. One of them – my classmate, let’s call her KD – took the small tape dispenser and was making hushing sounds to her friends when they saw what she did. I waited a few minutes for her to give the thing back and when the others were finally going to give the set to the kid who won it, I finally spoke up.

me: Paki balik mo na naman o.
KD: Ha? Ay! Ate andyan ka pala!
me: Pakibalik mo na o, please?
KD: Ang alin, ate?
me: Yung kinuha mo.
KD: *nervous laughter and looking at her friends… but still not giving the item back*
me: *just looking at her for a while, waiting, then…* Ahh, ganyan ka pala. Pati pala mga bata aagawan mo pa.
KD: Di naman, Ate. *and here she finally gave it back*

Kinda too late, you know… my view of her will always be like that… corrupt, a thief, and a liar.
She was probably thinking that what the kids don’t know won’t hurt them, right? Wrong.

To think we always say that our government’s officials are corrupt… maybe it’s not just them, maybe it’s all of us Filipinos…

I just find it disappointing and depressing to have to think like that from now on.
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After the apostolate, I went to the mall. Watched Exorcist. Didn’t like the plot. It’s a prequel to the first movie. And it’s not even that scary.

Bought Amelie and watched it when I got home. Loved it more than Exorcist. It’s cute. Never mind that I don’t understand a whit of French. It has subtitles anyway. It’s really nice. I can relate to her somewhat… wish though that I had her courage.
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Didn’t get to by the book I wanted to buy. Forgot the author but the title’s P.S. I Love You. Sounds cheesy, I know, but I really want to read it. I keep passing up Neil Gaiman’s books and buying something else. Dunno why I keep doing that.
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He finally knows what my real age is. I wonder if his view of me will change now. Doesn’t really matter, I guess. But I’m just curious. He thought I’m 18! Wahahahah!!! I still can’t believe he thought that… hmmm, is that good or bad? ^^0
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Suddenly became a part of the staff of the Nightingale, our department’s newspaper which actually comes out once a semester. Apparently, they only have a staff of seven currently, and when they heard I was interested in joining, they signed me up without even a screening. Am finishing up my submission today. Am nervous about really joining.

Can't tag coz my browser's being weird on me again. Great.

Almost done doing PHC Return Demos... will do Oral Care Demo tomorrow. Done with Bed Making/Stripping, Asepsis, and some Comfort Measures... glorified names for making the bed, handwashing and gloving, and cleaning teeth/genital area/hair/bathing/massage. Bah. Humbug.

Am tired, tired, tired. Have Anatomy Test on Endocrine System tomorrow. Hormones... too goddamned many of them, their effects, where they are produced/secreted, etc. Fun.

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Replies to tag since, like I said, I can't tag...

Rain: Wah! Me wanna see chap 98 na!!! Where'd you get it? Di ba sa Sept. 19 pa lang labas niyan sa Japan?! Penge naman link o? Please?

Seika: Anu na balita, tapos mo na lahat ng copy ng manga sa cd?

QT: Email ko sayo yung number ko. Nanakawan ka nanaman ba ng cel?! Pang-ilan na yan?

Midterms for Anatomy and PHC are done. Para akong nabunutan ng tinik.

I can’t really think about anything interesting to post. Mind’s blank.

I never dance. Not that I don’t know how to. I used to dance often. I just realized lately that in the past several years I just stopped. I don’t feel like dancing, so even if there’s an opportunity to do so, I never take it. I just sit, look at everyone else as they dance, and zone out.

Thinking back, I think I know exactly when I decided to stop. A guy from an org commented – rather offhandedly – that I wasn’t exactly graceful. He said he read somewhere that Sagittarians aren’t graceful people, and when he learned I was a Sagittarian, he had this look in his eyes that said, “Well, there you go. What I read was right after all.”

I don’t remember ever dancing again after that. Maybe I did dance, but I felt too conscious so I just stopped. I don’t really remember.

To think that I let a small comment, from a relatively insignificant person whose name I can’t even remember now, affect me like that...

I can go all philosophical about it and make excuses about why his comment affected me like that but I won’t. Not right now. What I can and am willing to do is make a decision. And it is this: the very next time that I get an opportunity to dance, whether alone or with someone, I will take that opportunity and dance my heart out!

The idiot was thinking that I’m angry with him when I wasn’t. And here I was thinking he was the one angry with me. Talk about sending the wrong signals... I fear I'll never understand that person.