Quote # 873: 

|| another classic Lemuel quote || meet the other patients of Ward 7 ||

more pictures in my multiply ||

 

I'm going to get my life back.

 

Imagine this scene:

 

Boy:

Listen, do you want to know a secret? (girl nods)

Do you promise not to tell? (girl nods again)

Closer... (moves closer)

Let me whisper in your ear

and say the words you long to hear...

 

 

 

(whispers) 

I'm in love with you.

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Teehee

Romantic?

Just add some "woo-oh-oh"'s and it's already the song by the Beatles. (same title as my blog entry and current YM status)

Maybe you can blame the numerous road trips and the overplaying of the Beatles CD, but I dont mind.

(LSS syndrome, at the back of my head, I'm still singing it.. "say the words you long to heeeaar.." )

I used to keep this my little secret and think that I would dedicate it to the boy-who-would-make-me-fall but it kinda backfired (cant tell the story here, someone might get hurt. Haha!).

All's well though. Though I cant dedicate it to the boy anymore  (Agh! How can that person know about my secret song?! ), I still love love love it.

 

Haaaay.

Last sembreak, I spent it mostly out of my own world. For the past few weeks, I found myself pulled inside the make-believe world of Aes Sedai, Warders and egotistic farm boys. I would spend my lazy hours digging my toes in the sands of beach of Balicasag Island (paradise! ) looking for the perfect spot to swim.

But with the coming of classes looming nearer, I would be forced to  trade in my fantasies for the reality of everyday existence.

As if to cope with the past 2 weeks of blissful lazy days and not-so-toxic First Sem, College's Second Semester comes with avengeance. Starting next week, I should be found in school by 7 am just to be in my 3-hour ChemLab class, to be followed by two more hours of Physics 21 (No breaks and on a Monday morning, mind you.) Half-awake, I would be dreaming of the better better times of days gone.

 

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Yes, Andymac, I (was) reading Robert Jordan. No matter how much I hate Rand and the fact that every other girl he meets has to fall for him. God! I know that the plot called for this fact that the world (and the Pattern) had to revolve around him, but did girls have to keep on falling for him?! Robert Jordan's writing style I could more or less forgive, but the egotism of the farm boy? That, I simply cannot.

Rand: Gee, Perrin would know how to handle girls.
Perrin: Man, I wish I was Rand. He could talk to girls.

But anyway, I digress. It's just that perhaps the wanderlusty traveler in me likes the fact that I could travel to distant places and meet interesting creatures without having to leave the comfort of my bed.

** Ward 7: the Psychiatric ward of PGH
 

You know when you're walking alone and suddenly you remember a really good joke and start laughing out loud? Or when you remember a silly thing that happened that day that you have a goofy grin in your face?

That's what's been happening to me lately. And I've been getting weird stares for it. It even got to a point that some dirty old man thought that I was *flirting* with him. Eheheheeeeeeeeeeeww...

Anywaaaay...

Two Saturdays ago, right after a very boring NSTP lesson, I hung out with some of my blockmates in BK. We were having a blast exchanging corny pun jokes (Seen a teeth too big? Dun Sya? Nasaan si Vic?) when someone suddenly said:

"Oh no! Ayoko na! Hahahaha, mamaya tatawa na lang ako ulit sa LRT pag nag-iisa ako at pagtitinginan nanaman ako ng mga tao. Hahaha."

Looks like I'm not the only one who is 'suffering' from this.

From "Dude, Pare" in the morning; the weekly Sabaw games we play; the issues between certain people; up to the text floods of the corniest and cheesiest quotes one receives at night.

I could say that my blockmates are one major reason why I'm enjoying college life so much. We keep each other (in)sane in this not-yet-toxic OT world of college.