What do you do when you just finished reading lots and lots of readings (and pouring gallons of blood you can't stop flowing from your nose) about theories you can't even comprehend because of stress over things you don't even want to bother think about but you can't help thinking about (or even crying about?) and you badly wanted to sleep because it's already 2:25 in the morning but you just can't make your eyes close?

In my case, i wrote a super-duper bitter-mushy-nakakahiyang poem. i know that once i post that poem here, my social life will come to its end. but i don't care. hehe.. :)

so here it goes: (promise me friends pa rin tayo ha!)

May mga teorya bawat proseso ng pag-iisip ng tao,
pero bakit pag-ibig ko sa'yo, walang teoryang nabuo.

Nalaman ng pisika kung pa'no kumakaripas ang bilis,
Pero pumapaspas na tibok ng puso ko, di masukat ang bilis.

Posisyon ng mga bituin, sa Astronomiya pinag-aralan,
pero mga talang pinili natin, pa'no nila malalaman?

Sa halos lahat ng sakit, may lunas ang medisina,
Pa'nong simpleng kirot ng puso ko walang mairesetang tableta.

Tinanggap ko na na walang mga teorya,
ni walang paliwanag ang Pisika at Astronomiya sa damdamin ko kung ga'no.

Sana lang.
Sana, kayang gamutin ng medisina ang sakit na dulot mo.

Waaaa!!! ako na ang mushy at cheezy...

Conversation of the day:

Gail: (enters room, sees Mafe nosebleeding over her Eng 103 readings)
Buhay ka pa, Mafe?

Mafe: Kailangang mabuhay...

Gail: Tama, tama. Ang tawag diyan ay internal locus of control.

Mafe: (Looks at gail, bleeds more.)
(Kuliglig.)