Desperate to Fit In?
I bought something at Maroons today. It was a maroon shirt with Diliman emblazoned across it (surprise, surprise). I bought it for the UAAP opening this Saturday, the seventh, which I plan to watch with my friends. But you know, I could just wear any shirt regardless of its shade. Am I really just trying so hard to fit in with the rest of the maroon-clad UP crowd (most will be the people from PE Cheerleading - because, yes, that subject actually exists)? More importantly, do I really think I’ll fit in just by wearing a maroon shirt?
Wala lang. Just wanna ask myself stuff. I’ve been so busy having a lot of fun here in school that I haven’t found ample time to emote. In the long run I guess that’s a good thing but I think I should also go emo once in a while.
Last night, as aces were flying across the tiled floor tears raindrops fell from the radiant sun. It was sad, because I don’t really know how that happened. All I know is I was so scared and freaked out and quite at a loss of words to say. (You should know by now that when I shut up it’s a very very delicate situation I’m treading on.) We are learning more about each other in the most surprising ways and our new discoveries sometimes lead to unwanted confrontations. I wonder how his confrontation went?
BTW, if you don’t understand that last line it’s okay. I meant it to be like that. But when you read between the lines you’ll see what truth lies in my words. Kind of like ‘A Martian Sends a Postcard Home’ y Craig Raine. It is truly an amazing poem. For those who don’t have English 11, Google it and try to interpret it. When I finally understood it, it made me laugh. 
Hope you’re well!
Toodles! Poof…
