Confirmed

It's next week. No more movements or cancellations. No more next of the week that is next again. It's confirmed, locked and key thrown away. I'm moving out of the dorm next week. No typhoon can stop me now and I'm pretty sure we won't meet doomsday in 15 days.

I'm moving far away from all these limits that kept me awake till 10 PM. Away from the slow inferior internet that infuriates me (I got a 1 Mbps connection outside the dorm!) and no more rules, or at least, the laws are at minimum.

Note: I'm so influenced by micro-blogging my entries don't even reach the 500 word count.

Bored with Blogging

Obviously, my number of posts decreased un-dramatically. I had been to busy and preoccupied with things that convinced me they mattered more than blogging.

Last week, I cursed a teacher. I did not do it directly. I wrote on my notebook in bold blue two cusswords and waved it to him unconsciously. He was kind. I am so bad and I think I’m more animal than ever before.

Stinking, uncanny, tensed and furious. Disrespectful, aggressive and violent. Thanks to my voice box that nobody called me a monkey yet. I’m sorry for any typo, unclear point or grammatical error, I’m not in the mood. Thanks to the auto-spell checker on MS Word that I can endure this hell of a typing job.

Sometimes, things fade away and it seems that I’m losing my interest in blogging. I don’t really care about my site’s traffic, I just want to share what I think about but unfortunately, my memory bank’s on leave and my system is at rest. I’m unsure if I’m really typing or just dreaming, awake or sleeping.

The Freezer Blender

The canteen has one giant freezer with architecture adapted from coffins. On its front is photo of strawberry in frozen cream with an offset of the logo of a giant ice cream company. Maybe the freezer was given for free by the company or maybe it was bought from a giant garage sale. The origin of the freezer was a mystery.

Our Microbiology teacher finished living off another year. Its his ‘Happy Birthday’ today and he decided to stuff our hungry and loud mouths with the Cornetto cones from the canteen. I opened its paper packaging and stared at the creamy purple substance known to many as the ‘ube’ ice cream, I called it heaven on cone. I took a bite and died.

The beautiful purple cream became trash at the mercy of my tongue. Instead of the tropical ‘ube’ flavor, I tasted adobo. Again, the vapor of the frozen viands in the same freezer I was describing crept into the paper packaging of my ice cream cone. To hell with the Packaging Engineers, you destroyed my teacher's and my day.

Lately...

I have been feeling de-inspired lately. Not sure if it is real or if it is just an excuse I unconsciously cooked while in the search for the reason on why my grades are rolling off the hill into purgatorio.

Here is a slight exaggeration on my current status: My grades are FAILING. I would be glad to earn a 2.5 after all this second quarter ordeal. My hopes of entering the top universities here in the Philippines are quickly fading. Do you know that 60% of a UP admission score comes from the high school report card? I could settle with CPU or UA and P. All my dreams of stepping on the same handful of sand the Eheads stepped on years ago are all gone to the furnace of my own shortcomings, all gone. Sob, sob, sob …

Even worse, the school’s internet is testing my patience. I’m having the elevator disease with it, clicking the link or hitting ‘Enter’ a thousand times hoping it would make everything go faster.

My life is not really the way I want it right now, it’s starting to prefer the opposite ways, going through every possible hole that can make my journey longer and darker. Soon enough I will be free. Soon enough… like this Saturday. My parents are planning to send me out of the dorm and deposit me to a real house here in Iloilo. No more limits in laptop use, higher bandwidth with less users, real food and no more cheap fast food, all of it on its way and will hopefully reach me this Saturday.

“Free at last, free at last” – Martin Luther King, Jr.