Happy Camping

Too many movies, too many books, too many access to any other of the mention form of media IS bad for one's mental health. Especially if one is such a sucker for profound ideas on not so profound situations, at least to some intellectuals.

I think I've just babbled in my intro, but what I'm trying to say is (yes, there is a point), my life --- everything about me, my thoughts, my opinions, the way I can live life by the day --- is heavily influenced by the books I read and the movies I watch. Much like getting fat is influenced by nonstop eating, I do not stop observing. It's so natural for me to observe as it is for me to breathe in oxygen. (See why I became a high school outcast?)

Been reading the book Rochelle lend me. It's entitled "On the Fringe" and is basically a compilation of short stories on teenage/ high school drama. Only its not about mysteries, or marital woes, or financial troubles I always rant about in this blog o' mine. It's about, BIG SURPRISE, peer pressure and its bearings.

I haven't finished it, but I'm getting really into it, especially since I know how it felt to be invisible, unworthy, unliked, unaccepted, rejected, casted out and overall, hollowed out by the people who, I learned, would eventually become no one to me. If I knew what I know now then, I would do everything differently.

And as if this book haven't made my day, I've caught "Happy Campers" on Star World last night. I missed Gilmore Girls because of it, but what the heck. GG is still on replays anyway. Of course there were a lot of cuts in the flick, but I like it nevertheless. I plan to rent a VCD of it to see it all though.

Here's a quote I got from the film: (courtesy of the every dependable IMDB.com)

Life sucks--in a good way. Falling in love, falling in hate, getting laid, getting hurt--what's one without the other? When it comes to the ritual of growing up, sometimes you smile because you're happy. Other times, you smile just because you've survived. But hey, a smile is a smile.

How's that for being profound?!

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I think I sprained my left ankle today. We were finishing off the OHP report in EdTech and Ma'am Vindollo got pissed 'cause we didn't have all the materials we needed to show the techniques. Chelle kept mentioning that the reason we didn't have it is because it was expensive. Vindollo also didn't like the way the powerpoint presentation was made --- too much infos were in it and Chelle only had to read it. Chelle, who had sadly lost the elections, took this really bad. I knew Vindollo could sense it so she asked us (the group) to go meet her outside after class.

(Actually I think she truly got mad on the fact that we kept mentioning Sir Espiritu. There's a rumor that she and Sir aren't in good terms because of our class. The project problem. Personally I think she needs major personality adjustments. I think she's focusing all her depression on losing her baby to us. I know it's an evil thought, but I can't help it. I hate her. Now I have to edit, for the umpteenth time, the PPT I made for my report. Argh!!!)

But before we could even go out, I fell from the flatform hence the sprained ankle. I have no idea if I'd be able to dance on Saturday after this. We were supposed to practice today but my speakers won't work. Oh well.

Life.

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I'd be bombarded with events to attend on Friday. The EJ Seminar from 9 - 12 (from which I am the Head Usherette). The Book Club Week Parade on 10 -11 (from which I shall be wearing a Princess Tiger Lily costume). The Ola Bayle competition (from which I just have to show myself to avoid being absent). And the EJ Grand Homecoming (from which I shall be all glamorous in semi-formal attire... Yehey free food!!!) c*,)

With all of life's troubles, I am still thankful for being alive.

(So I can prove that I can succeed over them! HEH!)