Current location:	Internet Shop
Current mood:	cold
Entry tags:	internet, school

Random
I've tried five times to get into my very first online journal but I seem to have forgotten the password completely. I've already deleted the e-mail address I registered the username with. There's practically no other way to access it. Unless you're an amazing hacker with a gold for a heart, you can help me regain my written memories.

Anyway, right now, I'm inside an Internet shop in UP Diliman. I've been feeling very uneasy ever since I left the house this morning. And using this erm public computer intensifies the uneasiness. I miss Aida the Laptop. I'm waiting for 4 o'clock. I came to UP because I need to get a copy of Ma'am Tumanan's 111 class notes. Second exam on Thursday, so I need to hurry up and review for that. Dora will let me photocopy her notes after her class, which ends less than 2 hours from now.

Iris is coming back to the country by the way. Her month-long work plan is going to turn out as a 2-week Singapore trip instead. Oh, I'm just so envious. Haha. xD She got to travel again. I want to visit Europe! Come give me travel money!

Yes, I'm back in Manila. Kicking clumps of city dust again. My brain is still wiggling from yesterday's trip. I left the province early morning. I haven't done it in a long time and realized day trip is better. The only thing I didn't like about it was the annoying guy across my seat. I read Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion, he taps my arm and comments on how philosophical my read is. I play Tekken on PSP, he taps my arm again and tells me how funny I look when I play. And insert the many times he interviewed me about my personal life here. Then, two hours before arriving at the Cubao terminal, he asks for my number. How persistent he was. Creepy. Of course, I didn't give him my number. He said he's reviewing for the BAR exam here in UP this month. Oh, small world. Good thing I'm not enrolled.

I've also been getting too many private messages on MySpace. All of them unwanted. I think if there really is this supernatural ever-bad devil, MySpace is his work. Mygawd. It's worse than Friendster. People sign up there just to get laid. If only my Texan friends don't use MySpace as their primary e-mail accounts. Well, there's this small fraction of individuals worth adding too. I've also deleted my MySpace blog. Cross-posting there is too much work.

It's raining. And it's cold. I forgot to bring my jacket. Oooh, thunder. Damn it. It's only 2:45. I miss home already.

And I miss friendship.

Haha.

Still raining. And still feeling uncomfortable.