Oh my God.

It's 12:48 AM and there's a mouse running around my dorm room. My room mates are asleep, and it's UNDER MY BED!

My panicky thoughts are "Bubonic Plague! Disease! Disease! Vermin! Argh!"

No thoughts of a smiling Jerry here. I want that mouse GONE.

My calculus teacher, Bro. Weyms Sanchez, looks like he's fencing when he's solving math problems on the blackboard. Though he doesn't have the stance quite right (he places his other hand on his waist, instead of up in the air), the way he holds his weight when he stands, or perhaps his aura when he's scribbling with his chalk, is nevertheless ( Read more... )

I got into a funky PE. Arnis, baybee! I'm finally going to learn how to fight! Lord knows I have a high tolerance for physical pain. It's whether I'm any good at inflicting it on others that makes me concerned ( Read more... )

There are different sides to everything.

"Good" news: I did better in my report card than I thought I would've (Yes, indeedy I did ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

This was possibly the most wonderfully busy birthday that I have ever had in my life ( Read more... )

Damn Zobel for pampering me with easy math. Damn it. It only made the blow more painful when Ateneo math whacked me in the face with its difficulty. I liked math in High School. Well, if I didn't like it, I at least understood it ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I slid on the exploded guts of a slug on the sidewalk. Sooner or later, I shall know what those squishy bits are on the bottom of my shoe ( Read more... )

For the past few weeks, our dorm organization, CERSA, has been getting all pepped up for the Inter-Athletic Competition (IAC). Normally, the IAC is a school-wide sports fest wherein orgs have to battle it out against each other. But hot damn, CERSA takes it to a whole new level ( Read more... )

This morning, when I plodded to the bathroom in Eliazo, the floor was strewn with wings. The tile, at its best days, is dubiously clean. Today, however, the corpses of thousands of bugs were at my feet, on the sinks and inside the shower stalls. As I brushed my teeth, I saw a lone, wingless survivor getting systematically killed by a troop of ants ( Read more... )