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Monday, February 27, 2006

Coup-d'e-attack

Thursday, 23 February. The celebration of the first People Power in the Philippines still continues as normal. Everything went fine..

Or so we are told.

Friday, 24 February. Classes was suspended, for fear of pandemonium. People took to the streets to protest against the government. There were fears of coup d' etat. I look the meaning in the dictionary. They want to overthrow the government. The president announced a state of emergency.

Saturday, 25 February. More people took to the streets. There were spottings of battle tanks and celebrities. "It must be martial law," I thought. My mind spins like wild. I pass out.

Sunday, 26 February. Still havoc. Marine troops, together with anti-government protesters, gather at Fort Bonifacio to protect the person who is fighting for "the people's rights."

Monday, 27 February. For fears of demonstration amongst college students, classes were suspended... again.

I'm still feeling unwell.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

My Apologies... I've been Brainwashed

I apologize if I couldn't disperse to you my reteat happenings. My mind is still possessed by the sentimental b****ing of the event. And with it goes my memory of the reteat. I deeply apologize.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Back From Retreat Hell

At last, after three days of physical, mental, emotional and verbal torment and realization (there's still a handful of ways to categorize the torment and realization, but I just picked the most common of the pack), I have returned from the sentimentality pressure cooker to exorcize my soul of sham emotions from my insipid classmates.

However, because of the great damage I received (and a lot of it), I have to rest for a while and try to re-join the pieces of my mental diary that was lost in the cerebral jungle of my head.

For now, go contemplate your own life.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Only three hours left and retreat shall begin...

Dang. I'll be leaving in three hours or less. After that, it's bye-bye society and hello seclusion. I hate being secluded. It makes me sick by then.

Hell, I've got nothing else to do but to abide. And then nothing else shall happen.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentines, Retreat

Uh... Valentines Day, yet another way of people to make money. I'm sick of it.

Today I saw the price increase of almost anything you could buy. Food, water, entertainment... even transportation. These things pain me. Like I would really want to slit the throats of this greedy morons if only I could.

Speaking of Valentines, my sister declared this day as Bumming day, as she (and her friend) shall slump down their beds and fall unconscious. Anyway, I thought she said Bombing day i.e. terrorist are coming to town to make us hallucinate again, because if it did... er... nevermind.

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Tomorrow is our day of Retreat, the day when we reflect on our lives, change it, and mess it up again. As usual, I shall hear whimpering, weeping, and heartbreakings. And the bad thing about it is that I shall be out for two days. My recommended daily allowance for leave is a day and a half. This literally means I'll be homesick... lest something entertaining sprouts up.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Damn... nothing in my head...

I'ts been two weeks since my breakdown. Last week, I'm well, healthy and recognizably human... But I'm wondering why my head's not working.

Hell, I couldn't think properly. I don't even know why I couldn't think. Maybe the mind crash affected my ability to churn out ideas. I felt like being clubbed in the head.

Anyway, the doctor recommended sone rest, and probably more science fiction books. But I don't know if I could return to my former pace.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Pandemonium, Day 2

Yesterday I went into all sorts of trouble you could think, and before I lost consciousness in the evening, I got scolded... for no apparent reason. This morning, I was woken up with... more scolding... And there's no good reason for it as well.

*I broke a mirror, a cat crossed my path, I walked under a ladder. What's next?

I assume I'll die anytime today.

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* - If you think I'm a psycho freak and a dunderhead that just made this up, no. These things really happened to me yesterday.