Oh, well....

I just finished reading Leon Uris's "QB VII". It's a novel about the German Holocaust. Very gripping, very vivid. I particularly loved how the two opposing characters were developed. Both of them were equally powerful, equally protagonistic, but one of them had to stand out at the end. Good read, pero disturbed pa rin ako. As always.

A window in my otherwise full schedule

Please pronounce "SHEZHUL".

One more crammed paper to go and my sem is done. Thank you. After my cramming-caused-stress-caused acne clears up, I'll be the happiest person in the whole of UP.

This post means the position of journal is open again, as my previous one retired a few months ago. I miss writing my daily gush about luuuuurve and the disgusting, mundane things I encounter everyday.

I have been denied the pleasure of grass once again, as football training has been held in the new gym for these past few weeks. Futsal for Sunday, in which I have not enlisted.

I miss drinking soju.

And a couple of crappy poems I will share.

Self-Inflicted

I feel like a masochist
Unable to unbind myself by choice
Forcing myself to drink poison to your health
But this is not joy to me

Is this the sacrifice I am willing to give?
I am not divine

This is pointless
Neither of us is going anywhere

When We Regret

You will never know how much
I want to speak to you again
Goodbye was too abrupt
And I seek finality

Hesitation did me in
I was never mature enough
To accept that goodbye...
is...
Inevitable the moment we said hello.