i’m gonna make this short. i still have an exam tomorrow.
yesterday, while riding the UP-Pantranco jeep, i saw something (i just can’t remember what it was…) that reminded me of tesa.
i don’t know, but it just reminded me of tesa’s ka-hectican.
remembering those moments with my two best friends just make me smile…(it literally DOES make me smile a sad smile…)
okay, have to go!
i’m kind of in a weird mood today…it’s called loving, sensitive mood (mode, more like…but i’m not a computer so…yeah.).
i just updated my friendster profile. i put in there how much i miss my best friends. and i do. i really, really, REALLY do. i miss our times together.
you’re probably wondering what triggered this "mood" (i still consider it a mode…but, again, i’m not a computer…). it started yesterday in geography class. our teacher was discussing territories.
she used tambayans as an example. she described the way we students territorize the AS lobby in the first floor. then she started describing as how we students feel at home in it and everything, and that’s when i remembered our fourth year tambayan back in st. scho: the stone tables.
that triggered so many memories, especially the one when graduation was near and i gave Tesa and Gaye a letter, and i made them read it.
while i was writing that letter the night before, i was crying because that was when i realized how much i care for them and how much i would miss them after graduation. so i felt kind of ridiculous while writing that letter.
then, the next day, after grad practice, i made them stay despite the fact that they both have elsewhere to be. while they were reading it, i started crying again, because the feeling i felt the night before came back to me.
gaye didn’t cry, but she was touched, i could tell (we aren’t best friends for nothing, you know). tesa–no surprise–cried. then she hugged me saying, "ma-mimiss rin kita, mela!!"
then we both started laughing despite the tears. gaye was just staring at us with a smile–no, a smirk–on her face. she’s not such a "mushy" person unlike tesa and i. she actually is, deep inside. she just doesn’t show it.
anyway, after watching us hug, gaye was all, "i don’t hug anyone in public." and that was okay for me, ’cause that’s just the way she is.
but then she added, "but then again, you’re not just anyone."
and she hugged me.
(oh, god, tears are starting to well up in my eyes again, just remembering that day)
okay, i don’t wanna cry right here in the computer shop in UP diliman. i still have a CW class to attend. gotta go!
okay, i thought i would be able to manage being in this huge school in which i have to ride a jeepney to get from one building to another, but turns out i’m wrong.*raises an eyebrow* as usual.
it’s so exhausting! everytime i get home, i go straight to the shower and take a bath. and then, to relax my totally sore arm and leg muscles, i pour heated water on them. i "discovered" this when i remembered those books i read about american people relaxing in a hot tub after a long, stressful day at work. so when i remembered that, i thought, "why not try it?".
we don’t have a bathtub, but i can just pour the hot water onto my sore legs and arms. and guess what? it actually works!
when i get to bed after taking a bath and pouring my arms and legs with heated water, my muscles are relaxing and are going back to their un-sore state again! unlike when i don’t do anything about my sore muscles, they just keep on being sore until i rest up, which i don’t usually do, since i go to school five times a week. so that gives me two days of rest, which isn’t enough. so i’m really glad i found out how to relax my leg and arm muscles.
it’s also funny how i’d been able to manage myself during these first two weeks in UP. i don’t know why…it just seems weird to me. it’s like, "is this me?". the girl who doesn’t cram anymore and reads lessons in advance? i mean, i wasn’t like this in high school. in fact, my mother kept on scolding me during my HS years for not studying my lessons before the teacher discusses it.
and i would think to myself: how would i study in advance when i don’t even know what i’m going to study? and besides, that would take the fun out of your high school years, if you ask me. and the teachers don’t usually follow the lesson plans they give us at the start of the school year…so i really don’t know what to study, if i ever get the urge to…i don’t usually study without a test the next day.
i thought i was going to be dead come college year. but so far, i’ve survived. i mean, people say that getting into UP is the easy part.
easy? easy?? EASY??? do they realize how much my dad has to spend for me to be able to get into that school?? do they?? with all that MSA review center thing (which was totally boring and brain-draining, but a great help…) hogging my whole summer before fourth year? do they realize how much i have to sacrifice during that stupid summer?? MY FUN TIME WAS SCRATCHED OUT OF THE PICTURE!
if getting into UP is the easy part (and i still think it wasn’t), how am i EVER going to survive college life in this gargantuan school??
oh well, guess we’ll just have to find out.
oh, and my blockmates and blockhandlers are really friendly, so i have no problem with the people there. Ü
okay, i knew i was going to regret saying those words.
you know, my last entry?
how juvenile of me…
*yawn* so what’s new? i’m always childish anyway…
who cares?
great. and i just remembered that by tomorrow, gaye’s leaving manila.
tesa’s already in baguio.
great! who else am i going to talk to??
All’s i gotta say is: my sister’s a big, filthy scumbag who doesn’t think she’s done anything wrong, and also my cousin is a kikay-ish, airhead dunce who took my "old" sister away from me.
"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness!" –Mrs. Black, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
