Post V-Day

I had survived and I am so proud of myself.

Yesterday had been one of the hardest days to live through. Of all the eighteen years I've been living, not once had I fully enjoyed the detested day for lovers, since, duh, I've never been a lover... or perhaps I've never been the lovee, if there's such a term. Whatever I am called, I did not, for obvious reasons, looked forward for V-day. I wanted it to come and go, and even liked the fact that it landed on a Wednesday, which is for me the most useless part of the week. It's just there to complete the seven days of the week, unlike Monday which officially kicks off the week or Sunday which officially ends it. (To some people Sunday may be the first day of the week, but I think that depends on how your calendar has been printed).

I am currently in the EJ office. All alone now that EIC Cyrus left. Oh yeah. Now I can do anything I want. I think I'd go and watch You Tube. Leo, a PamLit writer and the cutest guy in our quaint little org, told me the proxy that I can use to see blocked sites such as You Tube and Friendster. Helpful, that Leo.

We were made to attend the 22nd Fr. Antonio Gonzales, OP Memorial Lecture today. It wasn't much of a lost, since the speaker was really good. Dean is also celebrating her birthday today, which paved way for the mass. I wasn't in the mood to go to school today but I knew that I'd regret it if I absent myself. I always do.

So here I am, in my old, oversized uniform. I have to go home right after the EJ meeting so I can finally wash my appropriately fit uniform. Not so sure what's in store tomorrow for the Edukasiyahan. Hmm. The elections started today btw. I can already see Kalyo winning, even if 2EEM won't support Chelle. I told myself (and everyone else) that I'd be basing my vote on the person with the best platform. Since Lakas Tama didn't campaign to our class personally, I have not clear idea of their platform. I also asked for a sign last Tuesday. Ate Camille won that "sign", but I'm still not so sure.

Oh well. Have to do some more worthwhile projects. February = work month. (Maybe next year it could mean love month to me too... HOPEHOPEHOPEHOPE!)