So. I'm in college.
When I started this blog two years ago, I was shocked that half of high school was already over. Sometimes, I still feel like I should be walking the halls of Angelicum. But despite my numerous protests against time and prayers to God to turn it back. I can say that I'm living in the moment.
I don't plan on 'maturing' anytime soon. At least, not the way some people define it. I refuse to stop jumping up and down when I'm happy or hopping around to get somewhere. And I have absolutely no plans of getting a boyfriend. Unless he has a car. Or a helicopter.
I'm not exactly sure what I want to write about since I don't feel comfortable doing the whole instrospection thing in a boarding house. Yes. I'm staying at a boarding house. I can't bathe with heated water, have electric lighting after 10pm or eat in bed, which by the way is a twin size with a barely two-inch thick mattress. And the laundrywoman keeps vandalizing my clothes with her felt-tip pen. And it's so freakin' noisy all the time. And polluted.
My point is that I hate Manila.Or at least this slummy area of Manila. I (still) want to go to Ateneo!!! T_T No, Metmet. You need to be loyal. You are a Thomasian! Stop
