Dunce Contest Champion

...because i got the top score on a mock game in my PE class... hell-ific!

After a week of pondering on Hana Yori Dango, I finally got the moral of the J-dorama:

Hurt the ones you ought to like and they will adore (love) you in return.

...which definitely makes sense to me.

One of my older sisters, the one I used to shout at, kick, punch, push away, pull out the hair, and kick some more back on my bullying days (that is, physically) turned out to be a generous gift-giver to me, the one who bought me my tablet pc, my laptop, my mp3 player, most of my Emily Strange tee shirts, accessories, and now, our payment for the supposedly internet monthly bill plus a hundred bucks monthly allowance since March.

Amazing?

Terrific!

My phyics lab instructor seemed cool. He's somewhat creative. For instance, in the attendance sheet. Once, he asked us if Pacquiao deserves to run in the national election. This morning, the question on the attendance sheet goes something like: What does the sunflowers (along the University avenue) mean to you? He also asked us on our first meeting to come up with a group name, and since he found out that we, five, were all in the same course, told us to name our group with a moneran. Crap! I couldn't recall a moneran. So we ended up with a name, "Roderans" (pun intended). He knew our teacher/dearest faculty adviser.

I shouldn't have answered the question on the attendance sheet that way. I should have written a sincere one. Something like this:

The blooming sunflowers along the University avenue remind me of a time to celebrate life finding someone like Lariza and sharing the friendship with her to last for a lifetime.

Well, Lariza likes sunflowers so much. So do I.

I'm thinking when (and where) to buy the sequel to James Patterson's Maximum Ride. I haven't been reading anything for the last two days and it feels shit. Though it feels so lifeless being a bookworm, it's agony without a book. Maybe I've grown dependent reading a story of someone, getting strength from his/her character, blah-blah-blah.

Why do i sound so sentimental? Am I really getting old? In a few more months, I'm going to cross the line between that of a teen and of an adult. It's breaking my heart whenever I try to picture out myself growing old without having to look back at something I can be proud of. I've stood up a lot of my loved ones in the past because of my selfishness and haste to create a future. Now, I'm all wasted. Ha Jin's The Crazed is a slap on my face. I'm once again, tormented with the way life works out in the world.

I hate the phrase "because it's the way of being in the world". I hate the system. I hate the norms. I hate the way people think and (selfishly) plan. I hate apathy. I hate pop.

I hate power. I hate riches. But I succumb. What can I do? Like Mercy, I have no idea what to do. Which reminds me of my desperate act to reach out by asking, "How may I help?" while accidentally kicking a candle glass on the floor (Oh yes, I tend to get very nervous around people but that's another thing.)

I can't wait for the Twilight sequel. I'm more excited with Eclipse than with Harry Potter 7.