i got my bus ticket today. and it was my first time to ride a jeep to cubao. geez, i never thought it was that near, i really have to stop being dependent on the MRT and taxis.


i'll be going to tabaco this sunday. the 'home' has been scrapped off 'going [blank]' since, technically, the absence of the whole family [in tabaco] has dethroned its status as a home. so yeah, i'm going to tabaco. i honestly don't know what i'm supposed to do there. a year ago i was dying to leave that city and all the not so nice memories in there. but now i just..want to go back.


my summer classes had ended yesterday with me submitting my final draft for my creative writing class. p.s. my cw prof is a biyats, but somehow i think she's actually nice, she just has bitchy genes. i realized this one yesterday, when we had a workshop inside her room at the faculty center. BUT, i still hate her.


meanwhile, my philo 120 ended two days earlier, and i was even late for the last meeting. we had this really, really long exam about the moral laws, case study authors, whatevers and all the universal law stuffs. oh god i will definitely miss philosophy. somehow i am thankful, that before i leave the social sciences and get my ass on an err, profitable career, i was able to take a subject as intellectually stimulating and fulfilling as philo 120 [philosophical reasoning].


i was in UP yesterday and saw ex-dormmate martin who i always tease about lambert. and he looked at me, with a hint of irritation, 'philo pala bok ha!'. and i just smiled and shrugged it off. actually no, i don't smile at people, i told him 'eh ano naman sayo martin?!'. i feel so unfriendly. and he left and that made me think. i was with john dale that time, we were desperately waiting for Katips jeeps since i was curious about the food in NISMED canteen.


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the NISMED canteen is a big whatever. i thought it was posh and swanky and all. i never thought that when people said the canteen was good, they were only referring to the shakes. which is bad since we went there for lunch. over lunch i had john dale read my CW final draft and i kept whining about the 2.5 and the unremarkable beef picadillo we had for lunch, which was soggy oily and tomato-ish. that day was his last day in kalay, i had my final days in kalay months before, and john dale wasn't looking sad at all. he looked monotonous, which is his facial expression 95% of the time.


while we walked i thought about my disrupted philosophy dreams. i just think the whole course thing is too complicated. right now i just want to graduate and work, pay the people i have to pay, and afterwards i can really choose what i want to do in my life.


i payed 130 pesos for a new ID. i told the cashier i had to change it since i transferred colleges. but actually, i just want the new centennial ID and me donning a wacky pose on the ID photo instead of the arbitrary suffocated look. to my horror, i realized that the only difference the old and the new ID has is that ubiquitously boring UP centennial logo. ugh. and now they have 'in case of emergency contact...' thing at the back. which is, well, uber redundant. and besides, manong ID photographer said i can't have a new ID since i am still enrolled in BA Psych. i told him, 'manong, mag eenrol lang naman ako next sem, promise! piktyuran mo na ako, please.' but he said no, and i hated him a lot since my haircut looks nice these days, it's an effing 350 and will morph in about a week into the crown mess that is my natural hair. i was practicing my wacky pose on the way to OUR, but, gahd, frustrations. note to self: the centennial freshies look old.


i'm bored. what was i saying?