A Run Down

I was stunned when I realized, at the start of September, that the first semester of my junior year is ending in a month. I was looking out the window of a moving cryogenic crypt called a public bus, thinking of random, useless things when I had that epiphany. It was followed by a short burst of panic: what have I done from June to September? Then the swift answer: nothing.

Since the semester is ending, I've been cramming and will be cramming a bunch of papers to catch the deadline. Just last Friday, I wrote a paper on the Philippine oligarchy, particularly in the 14th Congress, which I am moderately proud of. The other one on the doctrine of command responsibility is not so bad either. This week, I'll start work on the evolution and impacts of the so-far unratified constitution of the European Union. Yeah, geek talk. I know I've been bitching about how much I hate my course, but at the end of the day, I refuse to let myself pass a dumb paper. I will learn outside, if not inside, the goddamn classroom even if it kills me and I will goddamn write about it. I'll do it for my love of writing if not for my hate of the course.

There was also a fieldtrip at Bundok Banahaw last Sunday. It's fun, if you're not afraid of heights, asthmatic, claustrophobic, and can swim. Unfortunately Marco is, plus he can't swim. He looked unhappy most of the trip and I can't really blame him. I've made a mental note not to take him to fieldtrips like this, I swear.While he sat out most of it on a rock, I resolutely made a point to go through everything I can. There was a cave called Husgado which can inspire a claustrophobe's nightmare—it's much less a cave than a narrow crevice which opens from a point lower the mountain to a point higher up. One goes in and out barefoot. The saying goes that if you're not a sinner, you would be able to get out unscathed, thus the name Husgado (judgment). There are some parts of the crevice that were so narrow (like half-an-arm's-length-narrow)  that I thought I'd get stuck forever in the smelly cave, but one's gotta do what one's gotta do. I got out unscathed. So much about the sinner part.

The best part is when we wen't down about almost 300 steps down to a waterfall called Sta. Lucia (I think). It just rained so the water was freezing—I dipped my glasses in the water and they were foggy when I raised them. I had a great swim with my friends although my legs were already pasmado as a whore's vagina and my teeth were chattering like it's February! Hell was climbing the 300 steps back to the bus. Marco was nice enough to carry my bag part of the way, and he's nice enough to endure the whole fieldtrip for me even if he clearly hated being there. Much love and respect (although we're on cool-off right now lol). I love that bitch.

So. There were other night-outs like the blogger meet-up at the Mall of Asia, and night-outs that could-have-been like the I.PH Eyeballnanza. Sorry about that people—there were some complications that night. Next time? Promise. There'd be other meet-ups and I'll do my best to be there next time.

So. What's that shit about I've done nothing this semester? I'm still inclined to think so, if just for the sake of being emo. This sem hasn't been bad really. I'm just not satisfied with how it went; as always, I could have done better in my studies, I could have been more compromising, I could have been this and I could have been the next Miss Universe. Could, should, would. One tries to not think about it but thoughts of inadequacy tends to creep up after the extreme highs of epiphanies. 

I refuse to dwell on such thoughts, though. The thing to think about is, what do I do during the month-long semestral break?