To all those people who I snobbed in the past - be it in the kosta walkways, the xavier waiting shed or the gonzaga hall - I am deeply sorry. It is of utmost importance for you to know that I AM BLIND AS A BAT. My eyes are defected, at least I think they are cause they're both 325 in grade. Haha. Don't hate me... :)

>Hell Week

If I ever want to have a future in this school, I'm gonna have to work my ass off. Im in what they- those with an overflowing Blue Eagle Pride- call the infamous "Hell Week". This seven-day period is when you get bombarded with so much papers to complete, so much stuff to research on, read, and study. I am not enjoying it, just to let you know. I think im losing weight... not that there is still something to lose... because of so much late nights. My hatest thing is, the feeling I get when I sleep on my homework, or any task assigned to me, reassuring myself that I'll only take a nap, realizing that when I open my eyes for a second, my body feels heavy and there's already sunlight on my window. The guilt is unbearable. I dont know why I'm like this. Coffee doesnt work on me. I tried several times but the heat of the beverage just makes me even more sleepy. To show you how much I persevere, Im not going out tomorrow! Yeehaw! hehe! Im going to bum myself at home with my papers and books. Im gonna have so much fun!!! :(

RECAP!!

>Ryan Camus's Super Awesome English Block House Party!

We planned our very first English Block super awesome house party! Yey! *applause*. It's at Ryan Camus' house. His house was a palace. Probably a hundred times bigger than mine. We dined on Yellow Cab pizzas all night. To wash it down, I had my very first taste of luxury, a chilled glass of wine which I enjoyed for the first time. I was shocked to find out that Ryan actually played the piano. He not only played the piano, he owned it. He played a couple of popular masterpieces such as: The Flight of the Bumblebee and Rhapsody in the Blue ( hope i got that right). He doesnt look like anyone who would play the piano. Haha! It sounded like the ones you hear in five star hotels, only I was just one-foot away. I savored the music and closed my eyes with my head bobbing to the beat. I never enjoyed classical music this much. I went home amazingly early (my "early" during weekends is 1 PM below. Hehe..). It's the perfect time to sleep.

Fun Kills: A Night Morning of Excessive Partying

Club Nostalgia is what I call it. There are times when I yearn for the eardrum-bursting sound of the club, be it house, hip-hop or trance; the ambience, the dancing, and the cancer-filled air. These are the things I want my weekends to consist of. I really don't know what I find amusing in the club, the company of my friends perhaps. But why don't I find tambays similarly interesting? Well that is because there are two Joshes in this world: the subtle one, prominent in the situations wherein the presence of alcohol is made available, and the wild-I-dont-care-about-the-world one, seen most frequently during the combination of music and friends. The latter is the one that invades the clubs. Yesternight was different. I have never stayed in one club for too long. I exceeded the climax and was entering the downward fall. It wasn't fun anymore. The ear-piercing music wasn't pleasurable anymore. That coupled with the smoke-filled air gave me headaches...