The "Who" in Who Cares

"Tinamaan ng lintek..."

The semester's about to end, and i feel that I went through it like a see-saw. Got some ups and some downs but that's life, i guess. Next week's officially known as a "hell" week, even if its not yet the finals. And do i care? Of course i do. What do you think of me, unaffected?

The craving to read the common newspaper is coming back. Being in school and particularly away from civilization makes me somewhat a "promdi" when i go home for the weekend. So a general testified for ballot fraud to the Senate? Another hurricane had hit the U.S.? Martha Stewart has a reality show? Gawd, i feel so uninformed. But to lookat the bright side, at least i wouldn't have to take the crap that life is showing us as we speak when i don't get to read or watch the news in the telly. i would rather stay in a dream world where there's peace, harmony and beautiful sunsets. But we have to be strong and let reality poke its face on ours. Dream worlds are reserved for the filthy rich, filthy powerful and just plain filthy.

Hats off to FEU for drawing first blood in the Finals. We GH boys watched it from Mcdo LB upon Mr. De Villa's request and it was disheartening for a moment because we plainly lost. The Tamaraws are the favorites and the gut's telling me that they're gonna win the championship, even if i'm green-blooded. They're just too big. But who knows? Comebacks may be rare but they happen nonetheless. And if you didn't watch it, it got a little hyped up when one of the assistant coaches of DLSU gave Arwind Santos a clobber from the rear. A combination of laughter, disappointment, and satisfaction was what i felt. Animo.

I wish i had a part-time job, the kind that pays you good money for little effort. Or at least where my talents could greatly contribute to something. But hey, wishful thinking, even ideal thinking gets us nowhere.

I am loved but I wish to love some other...