Rip my heart out.

Hello. I felt like I haven't blogged for ages. For the whole week, I was pseudo-enjoying wireless internet connection in malls through my phone. And due to large-byte browsing, I was unable to update my Plurk timeline. In consequence, my Plurk karma dropped from 78 something to a whopping 70.64.

Now I better start with June.

01June.

I was decaying inside my aunt's house. It was a sleep-sit-eat all day phenomenon. I suppose it was raining that day (just because it had been raining for a lot of days) and I had no choice but to stay at home (and I don't have fare money anyway) and die all along. Oh, yeah. I was oh so excited for 02June too.

02June.

D-Day. Mom and I hiked to UP Diliman to check out the dorm (and for me to check in later that day). The Office of Student Housing took too long to post the dormitory results and the respective dorm assignments for us. After hours of waiting, I found myself in Molave Residence Hall room B120. This time, my room's beside the shower [side of the comfort] room. Okay. So my room's large enough for four people. And it's not amazing at all. If there's one good word to describe it, that'd be roomy. But then, it's not that well-maintained. Full stop.

Surprisingly, my roommate (Leo Rosas) is a schoolmate of mine. So it was nice for us, since we have something in common! As you can see, I'm hopeful. Haha.

Okay. Okay. I won't tell what happened just because it's long enough. :D

03June.

First day of the traumatic enrolment. To cut the story short, all I did was to get my registration materials (Forms 5A and 5). I attempted to venture in the line for Econ 100.1/.2 but by 3 in the afternoon Janine and I gave up. (Apparently, we had our Teacher's Prerog Form being signed but it was to be taken by 3 in the afternoon. I was lining up for dorm payment then and it was raining og so hard so I dumped the idea - and maybe the idea of shifting too. Hooray, Political Science majors.) Since I'm not done with the registration yet, I stayed in the dorm almost penniless and clotheless. Thank God that I had a mother who went to the rescue.

04June.

I finished my enrolment process (without changing my POLSC 14 class and lining up for PE) with my clothes wet. Yeah. I was under my umbrella when I got wet. (And there's no typhoon. Just that damn buhawi that I haven't noticed.) So by the afternoon I went back to my aunt's house in Pasig to decay again and to spent my days (and birthday) without spending any money. Then everything changed.

05June.

My [happy] (and Thea's and MJ's and Ravi's) 17th birthday. I pseudo-celebrated it in the afternoon at Shakey's. It was definitely not the best birthday ever. Besides, I never had a good birthday. But most likely, it was the worst. At early morning, I had a big problem with a friend. Then I was flooded with birthday greetings by a lot of friends and acquaintances. Then I had another problem with another friend. Then mom and I had a quarrel (inside the mall and we were outting up quite a dramatic show there). Until night, things seemed to go worse. I hated it.

06June.

Saint Marcellin Champagnat's feast day. Now. I don't want to type anymore. XD

P.S.

I wish we could be fine, just like before - not the way you want it right now.