Fireworks and bubbles - these are a few of my favorite things.

Yesterday at the UP Centennial Kick-Off Parade, my friend brought a bottle of bubbles (the one that come in a plastic bottle, a certified hit with little kids like us) with her.  My orgmates and I were so amused that we scoured the stalls along the Acad Oval for bubbles.  Eventually we found some in the Everything for Php 10 stall for 10 bucks a pop.  Sweet.  We were blowing bubbles at the paraders.  Haha.

Then we watched the concert, which was admittedly not very riveting.  So we were back to blowing bubbles to pass the time (and I think we amused the people around us, too).  But the fireworks, oh god the fireworks!  There was even a heart-shaped one.  Aww.

A night of fireworks and bubbles on damp grass under a starless sky with my favorite people.  I love it.  If that was just the kick-off, I wonder what else is in store for the UP Centennial celebration.  More fireworks, I hope.

On a slightly related note: I can’t wait for the World Pyro Olympics.  My friends and I agreed we’d watch it on March 1.

EDIT: An orgmate of mine took great pictures of the fireworks last night.  See them here.

This week, I allowed myself to be sad. I allowed myself to cry even if I couldn’t afford to break down, what with all the schoolwork I had to finish. Sheesh. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much in my recent life history. Every time I felt like I’ve cried my eyes raw, the tears come back. But I knew I couldn’t stay sad for very long, especially with the friends I have. There’s only so much negativity I can take; you have to get tired of being miserable sometime. I forced myself to be happy, and I’m glad it worked. I don’t want to waste my time being sad when I could be enjoying moments with the people that still matter.

I think it was a good choice to feel too much all at once.  All I needed was a week to be sad.  Now I’m okay.  I’ll use this break to recharge and get back on track.

I really am an introvert. I can’t stand prolonged social activities. I know I said back during sem break that I constantly wanted to be in the company of my friends. But right now, at least for the Christmas season, I just want to be left alone. I’ll probably take a rain check on big parties and stuff.

I never was fond of Christmas, anyway.  I can’t wait for the New Year celebration, though.  Fireworks! I love fireworks.

Argh, I can’t seem to write a decent blog entry anymore.  I keep on censoring myself.  But I guess that’s a good thing, for the sake of the people involved.  But still, I don’t like this feeling of not being able to say what I want.

Things I learned this week:

• I am allergic to beer. I had 1.5 cans of San Mig Light a few nights ago and not only did I get drunk (yes, I am weak), my entire upper torso was red. Ugh.
• I talk a lot when I’m sloshed. A lot. If you want to know all my secrets, ask me when I’m drunk. I’m willing to tell just about anyone.
• I also learned that some boys like girls - all girls in general. It doesn’t matter who it is, as long as it’s a girl.
• A lot of people are sinners. Haha.

Ugh. I really need to finish my papers now. I foresee a tiring week ahead.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder than they already are, this day happens.

I’m re-reading some of my blog entries and damn, I’ve been vague.  Sorry, I think blogging has lost its magic for me.  It used to be cathartic, a shock absorber of sorts (this is consistent for a lot of Filipino bloggers, according to our study, haha).  I can’t imagine not having a blog, but I’ve been dealing with things that aren’t really for public consumption, and when I’m like this, I can’t bring myself to think or write about anything else.

At least I’m better now.  I’m proud of myself, actually, for handling this better than I did the last time it happened to me.  I feel like a whole new person.  Ok, that was really corny.  But really, that’s the only way I can describe what these past few weeks have been like.  I’m so glad I’m finally learning, albeit slowly.

Perhaps the only good thing about all this is that I realized I have good friends. I have friends who willingly adopt me for a weekend because I’m home alone. I have friends who keep me from ruining things when I’m sloshed with alcohol. I have friends who answer my distress signals (i.e. call and text) and keep me distracted. I have friends who wait for my class to end just so I could pour my heart out to them. I’m surrounded by good people. Thank you, people! You know who you are. I just can’t thank you enough.

The semester’s been okay so far.  I’m back to writing papers again.  Damn it, I so didn’t miss this part of college.

By the way, I’m condoning capitalism again this year by collecting stickers for the Starbucks planner.  Coffee date, anyone?

It’s only mid-week and I’m very broke. I’m also nursing a hangover (although I’ve had worse). This isn’t like me, you know. Normally, I would rush home after my last class. But now I consciously look for people to hang out with after class, and find myself eating, drinking and talking more than I should. Where was all this when I was still staying at a boarding house in Katipunan? You know, back in my first two years of college when not only was I just a few paces away from all the fun places, but the workload pales in comparison to the stuff I have to deal with in my junior year? Why did I only start to crave for a social life now that I’m at the mercy of my parents again? Rrrr.

And later, a couple of my friends and I are going to Trinoma to watch One More Chance. We’ve been planning this movie date for days now. What.

I’m having a really shit time trying to keep my personal life in check. As usual. My stupid mouth, it’s going to get me in trouble.

Addendum: Written at the back of my org’s tambayan’s logbook:

Putanginag puso, mapagod ka naman!

Hahahahaha! That’s gold right there.

Things are a lot better now.

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Thank you PUGAD!  This day trip was just what I needed.  I’ve been in a rut since the semester ended and I was desperate to get out of the city to keep my mind off certain things.  Even if I hate the beach (I didn’t swim, haha), I still enjoyed being in your company. Thank you especially to my Suzuki van-mates for the intellectual banter on sex, religion and secret societies.  The Windstruck Along Startoll moment was definitely one of the highlights of the day.

I still have a few more outings to look foward to.  Yay.

Judging from the blog entries of my UP friends, it seems like a lot of us are still not over the sem that was. I think we’re all pretty shocked to suddenly find ourselves with a lot of time at our disposal now that sem break is here.  I myself can’t believe it’s over.  I’m not used to being idle anymore.  I’m not used to not having that nagging feeling at the back of my head to finish writing my papers or studying for this and that.  But I could really get used to this inactivity, because it seems each sem is worst than the last.  Boredom will become a luxury by then.  Ha ha.

And because I have nothing better to blog about, I’m just going to place here something I wrote in my LiveJournal a few days ago:

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