No Penetration on the Stage, Please!

Wouldn't it be nice if you went to sleep and never woke up?

Let the Insanity Commence

today's musical inclination: Switchfoot - Meant to Live
-We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
-I was never a fan of Stacie Orrico's "More to Life," even though everyone else seemed to lap it up like the addicting pop ear-heroin that it was ought to be. Not that I despised the song or anything, it's just that I suppose she was saying things I already knew anyway in a melody that just didn't quite catch my attention. On that note, I must mention that I was not too much a fan of Bamboo's "Noypi" either. It's ok, but it's not the type of thing I would search KazaaLite for.
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For days on end I've been hoping that classes would resume. I've been bored out of my skull at home with not a thing to do and not a person to be with. Same people, same routine, same things day after day after day. How truly the saying does go: familiarity breeds contempt.

Or so I thought. With the first day of the semester just a couple of nights away, I started thinking of what I'd be losing. No more falling asleep at 2 o'clock in the morning. No more infinite stretches Playstation2 game time. No more staring at the PC waiting for somebody's name to pop-up on the Yahoo! instant messager's alert such that he or she could save me from my insanity. If I simply have to be insane these days, I would have to do so on my own accord, not to mention at my own risk.

But worse than all that is my mangled schedule. Those dyscalculic bastards who're taking math 63 for the nth time during their tenure in UP have blatantly robbed me and a few insignificant other math majors of our preferred morning time slot. As such, I had to return to UP several times during enlistment, cancel one of my pre-enlisted classes, get a new class, and live down a schedule that has me racing from the top floors of AS, CAL and the math building in literally no time at all during Tuesdays and Fridays.

This was the main thing looming in my mind yesterday as I trudged to the fourth floor of Palma Hall yesterday. Getting from the first floor of the chem pav to the third floor of the math building was one thing, but from the fifth floor of CAL? Firstly, it would be rather tiring, especially due to the fact that I wear less-than-comfortable shoes on the aforementioned days such that I might save my rubber soles for my PE classes on Mondays and Thursdays. And, of course, there are time constraints to be considered, especially on exam dates.

Fortunately, since the sem was merely getting underway, I had all the time in the world to mosey leisurely along my way through the day. I timed myself and it appeared I would be no worse off than I had been last semester. Plus, our professor in Math 63 appears to be a fairly reasonable lady, although she did jump right into the discussion on the first day, which I found to be quite unreasonable. From that time I merely had to survive a little more than an hour in my Nat Sci 1 class and I would be free to leave. I must admit however that I was rather taken aback by the sheer number of students gathered in the CS auditorium at that lonely hour of 1 in the afternoon. There were easily a hundred of us in that class, which surprised me if only for the fact that I had never been in a class so huge before. But, like so many things in life, it ultimately did not matter.

A new semester. Smell the newness. Hear it, see it, touch it, taste it. Be one with the newness. Be the newness. Get it drunk and take advantage of it and dump it abruptly. Kidnap it, eliminate all documentations of your existence, take millions of embezzled dollars and stash it in your Swiss bank account, take the next flight to Acapulco, change your name to Señor Juan Carlos Miguel y Montoya, live a life of luxury with the newness and become a renowned and prolific Colombian druglord specializing in the production and distribution of cocaine.

...and that is the story of how I went insane. Amen.
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Completely Wrong Thought of the Day:
I've been watching a lot of "The Apprentice" lately. Maybe a little too much even. I basically hate Heidi, Tammy and Omarosa, but I hate Tammy most of all. Thank God she got fired last night. Well, on Philippine cable television anyway. I must admit, I've a new found respect for Heidi since watching her live down that tragedy with her mother. Omarosa, on the other hand, was making a telenovela out of that bit of plaster that fell on her head. I wanna see that one where Omarosa gets fired too, haha. I saw clips of that on Late Night with Conan O'Brien and all I know is she'll be wearing that annoying powder blue suit and she'll come back into the board room, crying and begging Trump to reconsider. Hehe. Oops... guess I should take it easy from this thing huh? And I already know who's gonna win at that... yeah. You're fired! *does that spinning finger thing that Trump did to Jason and that Conan mocks on occasion*

Dreams Plucked From the Pit of Insanity

I was like in some sort of climbing battle thing. There were a bunch of people but I think these five guys (japoy, from the Milo commercials and my schoolmate at DPS though he doesn't really know who I am, was included) were assigned to beat me up. I was struggling but suddenly I did some sick spins and fast moves and basically decked each one of 'em (japoy included). Actually, I might have poked their eyes, or at least used the martial arts "claw"-like strike... I can't remember. Anyway, after I found out that I won, I ran around screaming hip hop-like "Yeah y'all! Outta hizzle fo' shizzle dizzle!"

So I won in the quarter-finals of some kind of Tae Kwon Do competition. I was fourth. The guy who won first was another former schoolmate, though a less popular one. He was in a batch younger than me, was the little brother of a former GT and was the significant other of this one girl that I kinda really totally liked. We would meet again, hopefully, in the finals.

I couldn't get over it. I told all my friends how funny it was, because I've never even dreamed of being a Tae Kwon Do practitioner. Now here I was garnering an award from some previously undiscovered talent. I was the new kid on the scene, and dammit, I had won fourth in a major competition on my first go!

But, the finals were still a concern. I had lucked my way to that point, but what about later on when actual fighting was concerned? I asked my third year HS adviser if her bro would be willing to help train me, and she said it wouldn't be a problem.

Then I woke up in a van. I told my friend all about that weird Tae Kwon Do dream, and he told me that really happened. In fact, we were heading right for the competition. A former GS classmate was driving the van, and we hit another van that had La Salle insignia and colors painted all over it...

...and then I woke up. For real this time. Freaky dream.

I must admit, it does have a striking number of parallelisms to real life. I'm too lazy to point them all out though.
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Got all my class cards except for PE. I have a 1.6 GWA. I'm a college scholar but I must admit I'm a tad disappointed. I'ma do better next time because I want to shift and because I can dammit!