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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Sa Piling Niya'y Kay Tamis Mabuhay

I remember the song we used to sing at school years ago. I have been singing it since elementary, the Muntinlupa March. I never appreciated it until today.

I was unable to come home last week because of this Go-Go! thing. I forgot what it means (will research later), but it's technically a camp. No, not just a camp. It's the camp. Going back, I just arrived home last night. I was really sad that I couldn't come a day earlier because I have Saturday activities. Boo hoo.

I have a play I should have watched last Monday, but I requested to have my ticket exchanged for a later schedule. You see, the Monday show was scheduled right after my Chemistry test and I didn't really feel like watching a play right after the test. The test wasn't that much of a pain but I wanted to have fun - play does not mean fun.

So last Friday, I experienced something I had promised myself way back never to feel again. It was a horrible feeling. I came home (referring to boarding house) around 6pm. Thank God for classmates who feed my laptop games. To kill time, I played until God knows when. Playing didn't kill a lot of time because I was sort of sick of the games. I was playing it for two days straight. O.O So I tried calling people and telling them how much I miss them. That's how my night went until I fell asleep.

I woke around 9pm. I tried to sleep again.

I woke around 11pm. I tried to sleep again.

I woke around 1am. Shit, will I wake at 3am? I tried to sleep again.

I had a dream about a war. I was firing at a lot of enemies. I was killing a lot of enemies.

I woke around...err, I didn't look at the time, lol. I never tried sleeping again. Or if I did try, I must have failed. I didn't know how many hours (or minutes?) I was awake; all I'm sure is that I was up during sunrise because I witnessed the sun's rays crawl on my bed and warm my legs.

Soon I was packing my things and heading to the campus. I was invited to an 'open house'. Rather than lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling, I accepted the invitation. I stayed there until it was time for me to watch the play I postponed. It was fun. Actually, it was so fun it made me regret postponing it. I should have watched it last Monday, right after the test. That way, I shouldn't have experienced extreme boredom at the boarding house. I shouldn't have traveled home that late last night. I could have gone home a day earlier and enjoy the amenities of home a day earlier.

But since I'm home now, I'll stop feeling bad.