The Land of Crimson Dreams

Hello tabulas. Hello world. Hello oyster.

*whets knife*

Shall we start the entrees? MWAHAHAHA!

Oh well, this will be totally different from my previous pitas blog. First of all, it's low maintenance. Second, I shall write more seriously (really!!!). Third, this will mark the dawn of my new life --- COLLEGE!!!

UUUUUUUUUUUNIBERSIDAD! NG PILIPINAS!

Hell yeah. Go UP.

~~~~~wahhh... tinatamad pa ko. Wala ako sa mood. GAH. ~~~~~

Dumdeedeedum. Next entry will have more information. I have to wake up early tomorrow. *sigh*

*BONK*

"ARAY!!!"

And that's how my bukol came to be. *bow*

After riding the jeepney for 3 days, one would think that I was getting the hang of it. But NOOOOO... I guess I spoke too soon when I said, "Riding a jeep is fun!"

Well, in a way, it IS fun. Especially bumpy rides with the sudden slam on the brakes right after lunch. Or the stupid extra steel that hits one's head while shuffling out of the vehicle. There's also the "buy one take one ride for free" promo that they have when the unfortunate freshie misses her *cough* stop. Oh yeah. It's LOADS of fun.

Okay, I may be a bit sarcastic but actually, I AM enjoying it. It's one of those small things that makes me think that, "HEY! I'm on the road to independence!" It makes me proud that I can do things I wasn't allowed before. It may be insignificant for others, but for me... it's special.

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Well, on to other trivial matters. Like more rantings. *ahem* I DID NOT SEE A SINGLE PROF TODAY! What the hell was the point of going to school? Yeesh.

Then again, it gave me more time to hang out with my new friends. Gosh, these people are really down-to-earth and just... NICE. None of those plastikan dramas, or even the cold shoulder. To tell you the truth, we're only 13 in our block and I think we're bonding quite nicely.

other happy happenings:
- woke up not-too-early
- ate isaw and drank gulaman
- drove home with only one sorta-kinda-minor blooper (a bus stopped in front of me and I swerved... but hey! I look at the mirrors now. )
- stayed inside a room with an aircon!!! *rejoices*

This weekend was a blast. And I haven't even started my homework yet... hay, hay Cheska! Such an evil little procrastinator.

I went to Ben Jelen's concert last friday with my friends. *hooray!* I don't know though... I ended up getting freaked out by his too-pale skin and sweat-splattering hair. Sure he looks really handsome; however, there is such a thing as being too handsome. Quoting Clarice, "He's too cute that he's NOT cute." Or something of the like. My friends and I laughed and snickered most of the time, our hands itching to give him a comb. God knows he needed it.

Anyway, Sars and Clars (hehe... their names rhyme! :D) left early so I ended up hanging out with Rosa. My sis was somewhere in the vicinity with Romel (her not-really-boyfriend friend) in tow. Rosa and I decided to drink so we went around and realized that most of the bars were full. But our willingness to drink at least once that night prevailed: we ended up in Gloria Maris Oyster bar drinking a frozen margarita and a martini. It was fun, really. At least no one asked for an ID -- the waiter was even courteous! After that, we left and headed home.

So, that was Margarita number 1.

I remember my sis telling me that Romel had noticed some guy looking at me in Powerbooks (we passed by; I think that was my sister's definition of FUN on a Friday night) and he got kinda annoyed and glared at him. That was really funny! I didn't even noticed that... hahaha!!! Oh boy, he sure is starting to act like an older brother. *wink wink*

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Margarita number 2 was on Saturday, Sasa's birthday. I got together with AC peeps that day... the usual boisterous way. Hahaha! We ate lunch and watched Dawn of the Dead (kind of freaky, but almost no story at all). The others watched Harry Potter. After that, we hung out for a while, met up with Sasa's Lasalle friends and went to Merk's -- during happy hour! *grins* Got a Margarita for 50% off. Cool. After that, we had to leave or else we'll have to pay 400 bucks. No damned way... so we left.

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That was about it. It was the first time I drank two nights in a row... but it was okay. I really had lots of fun. I really do wonder about my mom and dad though - naninibago ako. My usually stricter-than-Hitler parents allowed me to go out two times in a row. WOW. But I'm not about to take advantage of that... I'm a good daughter.

Really.

Now why are you smirking like that? I'm telling the truth!!!

I'm not about to jeopardize my hardly-earned independence by doing something stupid. Hmph.

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p.s. Oh, and if you're wondering about the paranoia part, well... I'm just feeling paranoid right now. It's freaking midnight and I can't sleep. And I have a freaking class tomorrow. And I feel like I'm being watched (*looks around*) which is silly of course but isn't that paranoia? Gargh.

*grins from ear to ear*

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Hay... wala lang.

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WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's 1:38 am on a Saturday night (or Sunday morning) and what am I doing? Thinking too much again about my past 3 weeks.

I think the change in environment helped a lot in bringing the "real me" out. I know that for some people, leaving their comfort zone is very difficult - for them, change is unwelcome. But for me, I embrace change. I've been cooped up in AC for too long that I've hidden myself inside this so-called "Cheska". I've inhaled the same, stale air, walked in the same corridors... I really believe that I would've gone crazy if I stayed another year in AC. Don't get me wrong though -- I do love my school. It's just that I don't obsess over it.

Now that I'm free, I realized that I'm breathing in fresh air. The campus is much bigger, the people are so different, and the opportunities are just waiting to be grabbed. I feel... liberated. I feel that I can do anything, ANYTHING at all. Maybe even EVERYTHING.

I can. And I will. :D

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O sige, stop with the serious stuff. Hehehehe.

("My fun-filled and VERY tiring week.")

UP kong mahal... ang saya saya, noh?

After wasting my time pondering about it (him? hummm...), I realized that it's not a crush. I think that I just got attracted to the thought of HAVING a crush, not the crush-material-person per se.

Tsk tsk tsk... pucha naman oh.

In truth, I don't really know what a "crush" is supposed to be... or how having a crush feels like. I begin to wonder if there is a standard criteria for crushes. Am I supposed to feel giddy? Should I be ready to melt into a puddle whenever the guy is near? Am I supposed to giggle (may God help me) uncontrollably while talking about the guy? HUH?!!

*sigh* Maybe I just have high expectations.

Then again, maybe I did like him like that for a little while - just a little while (harhar... parang Lifehouse song). But it vanished too soon. Sad... oh well.

I had Philo 1 earlier today. Go figure.

Oh it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she had
But it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all... - Dashboard Confessionals