The "Who" in Who Cares

DSL fast, DSL slow. It takes forever, but we still try.

Gave too much hype about going through the things I went through last Christmas. But now that I finally got through the site, I feel that reminiscing this early is not the way to go. So to sum things up for the month of December:

• did my time for 9 whole days in the Evening Mass (Simbang Gabi)
• lolo Nonong died
• a debut of a relative (odd that it never gets old, at times)
• Christmas reunions (same old same)
• Juggling!
• and a whole lot more that I forgot because it was like a month ago, and the classroom lessons just went up a notch in difficulty...

Watched the Pyro last night. Some of it, that is. Me bro and I spent the first part of it chowing down on Chinese food in the restaurant 'cause we care less. Then went to the MOA's car park to see it all end. Impressive. But not practical when you travelled 5 hours of it when the ooh's and the aah's only last for less than an hour. I could've lied in bed and do nothing. But I had to be a team playe, especially since lola Pacing's there and she's an old fossil that needs to get out of the house once in a while. Ah, family.

BS Biochemistry, the course that makes people pity us more than usual. But nowadays, it's starting to grow on me, like a fungal disease that started with a single speck that is now taking hold of my whole left leg. I have to embrace it since it's my way into med school, even if it's like running into a minefield without hesitation. They say that some things, giving it time, would grow on you. They also say that familiarity breeds contempt. Take your pick.

Recently realized that I hit a creative wall and have not been able to recover from it for some time now. Now I'm not saying that my imagination is at par with the best in the arts like the Picasso's and the van Gogh's. But when it delivers, it makes my lips smile when I do something I feel that I can show off to others. None of that lately, though. Seems that dipping your head into too much sciences chips away in your creative oomph. This has to be taken care of, old-school like, ya her?


i dreamed of flying once, but doing that required wings, right?