Divisoria: Muddled
Okay, okay I guess it is partly my fault that we ended up in Divisoria instead of Carmen. Being partly blind, I hailed a jeep to Hi way when in fact Karla, Jee Ann and I were just planning to go to the Liceo area for some Internet research time. Here we are now in some Internet cafe where the rest of the customers are a bunch of so-called mature college boys playing DotA, some males primping up their Friendster accounts, and some nursing students discussing some project of theirs.
It is fun that we ended up here. I mean, we passed by a couple of pirated DVD vendors that Karla admitted were her sukis - her sister buys a lot of anime DVDs and I am planning to borrow their Detective Conan collection soon. By the way, I know pirating is bad, but it is, undeniably, an flourishing industry in itself.
The letter from UP Diliman came in today, in case you want to know. Am so totally excited about going to the big, messy world outside the 1-2-3-4-5…. walls of KHS!
Also, listening to my Tita Lorn talk about her teenage daughter, I was struck by the - somewhat reassurig - thought that my mother didn’t know anything about my love life. I mean, she still thinks I’m still with that guy even though I’m not! Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? That she doesn’t know, I mean - not about the guy ’cause that sitch has always been very bad.
I’m still fascinated by my fingernails, by the way. The sound of french tips making contact with the keyboard is just so fascinating!
Poof!
