Good days are few...

Yesterday felt like a Friday(my favorite day), though it started out normally enough. I woke up at 8am, skipped breakfast again (for the 4th consecutive day), and went off to class. Didn't do much but hung out really since the professors were in a more talkative mood. Weirdly enough, I'm starting to warm up to professors, having casual conversations with them and such; something I've never done or really had in my arkitorture days. Another good thing is that one of my professors is gonna hire me for a certain job, the nature of which I won't elaborate yet, so that I won't jinx it. Hopefully, by the time summer ends, I would have been able to raise enough money to buy that SLR Camera. And if there's a little extra, then maybe I'll get a digital camera as well. But then again, the plans I set have a way of getting awry. nah, gotta stay positive.

As class ends, I decide to kill time in my boarding house only to find out that there's a bit of renovating going on. Finally, the caretaker has decided to properly cement the area in front of my room. Which means goodbye slippery floors and hello potential painting/workshop/workout area, hehe. Of course, I'm still left with the problem of traversing open space just to take a bath or just to go to the toilet(God help me when it rains).

I head off to the AS lobby by 4:30pm to meet Flo and Miko. We're suppose to go out and have some kind of "bonding" session, which initially struck me as something suspicious since I am not the type most people would think of for a bonding session type of thing. So we head off to the most popular and readily accessible mall from our campus and decide to initially have coffee, since it was too early for dinner. The mood was light, funny and relaxed, and it occasionally shifted to more serious matters like one's faith and personal views on stuff. Don't worry, I won't be talking about that stuff just yet, well at least not now. I know that just mentioning the word "God" has a sometimes adverse reaction on some people. And probably, especially if it comes from me. I've lately come to realize that some people, if not most, mistake me for an agnostic or an aetheist...and I had never been either. I guess I really just never talk about it unless it's brought up. But nonetheless, I'm quite grateful that as of present, I have found company that I can comfortably share my views on that matter. Moreso, that I have found something I've been terribly missing for quite some time now.

We continue our conversation over dinner at Jumbo Japs. And there they tell me that they did actually have some ulterior motive for asking me out yesterday. I honestly didn't know how to react to their revealations, but they really weren't bad revealations anyway. I just didn't know what to say. I just hope that if I have been doing a good thing...then hopefully, I can keep it up.

Flo heads home by 9pm while Miko and I decide we're still in the mood to watch a late night movie. We end up watching Constantine , which was a good movie for me. I especially like how the director handled the angle of most of the shots. Speaking of movies, I hope I find the time to watch the Akiro Kurasawa movies that will be featured in the UP Film Center up until Monday next week. Anyway, we part ways by 11:30pm but somehow I'm not quite ready to hit the hay just yet so I head to my favorite internet shop over at Philcoa. I think I deserve a day of indulgence after the past few stressful days.

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I think it's sad how some people just end up contradicting themselves all the time. Despite all the eloquence that may be afforded in their speech, and all the drama to be found in their words that are meant to appeal to the hearts of masses, they mar themselves with their own inconsistencies no matter how blatant or subtle it may seem. How difficult it must be to not see the lies we weave upon ourselves in ourselves. How hard it must be to see things for what they truly are. How sad it must be, to mistake pride for strength, denial for growth, and truth for dung. I have always found silence as the most humane approach to most things, to not point out
things people may not have the courage to perceive themselves. And what is there to say really? When people will always be the greatest arguments they have to themselves. My time of anger has ebbed, replaced only with pity. But that too, like the emotion that came before it, is a waste of time.

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"A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory." -Steven Wright (some comedian)
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PS:
Finally, Ive found the poem in the movie Before Sunrise.
It doesn't have a title, so here it goes...

Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and MILKSHAKES
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Launched in life
Like branches in the river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you. You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me
Don't you know me by now

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