The "Who" in Who Cares

Ah, to be writing again after so much procastinating...is procastinating even a word?

I would like to thank our great hero Andres Bonifacio for helping establish the Katipunan (not the street where the blues and the maroons are to be found) and basically starting the armed revolution in our country. Oh, and thanks also for the free day of no classes.

My schedule's a pile of dung but I still manage to be happy. My weight is like tilting from skinny to flabby but luckily, only a few would notice. My creative mind is in conflict with my working hand but at least I manage to move.

I would like to address the fact that even though many would say that I resemble some dude in the television, specifically the one that boasts about "real" life in one big house, I generally have no comment. It's a good way to start a conversation. But when you use his name to call me, I would sorta feel offended, in a small way, but nonetheless.

Sample of such:
Scene: random class in random time in public university

Girl beside me: Hello
Me: Ah, hello
(girl whispers to her friend sitting beside her, giggles a bit)
Me: Ano nakakatawa?
(girl looks at me in a weird way)
Girl: Narinig mo ba?
Me: Hindi. Yung ano?
Girl: Wala. Sabi lang namin kamukha mo si _ _ _!
Me: ...
Me: Ah, sabi nyo eh...

BTW, the total number of name-calling has reached 12 as of thi moment. Argh!


Finally, a question: what's your favorite color? Reason? Nothing, really. Just curious.