Fast forward to today.

At this point, I don't think I can properly narrate stuffs slash stories slash sentiments in here the way I used to tell them to someone who pretentiously listens to my elaborately detailed stories sometimes elaborately spelled out. Here is how I can say it now:

*Oct. 20- CITEM "forced volunteered" us (me and my PA130 groupmates) to assist in Manila F.A.M.E International at the WTC. And we worked as "Service Providers" which only meant manning (wommaning?) assigned booths. It was a wonderful experience, I must say.

*Oct. 21 was the day I submitted my P.E. project which is really a requirement that gave me an opportunity to undo my stupidity.

*Oct. 22- the start of my so-called semestral break.

*Oct. 29 to Nov. 5- My mother, three brothers and I spent 8 days in Bicol. A lot of things happened. The sad and unexpected, yet more on the good and awesome happenings, of course. I loved the place. I haven't been there for I think more than 10 years. The Mt. Mayon is undoubtedly magayon! Etc. etc. etc.

*Nov.5- Arrived in Manila at around 8:30 AM. I had an hour of sleep. Immediately went to school, registered. Got my Form5A.

*Nov. 6-8 Stayed at home. Had one of those biggest fights with my mother. I completely wanted to die those days. But I didn't. I was saved. Always been saved by somebody. And by Him..

*Nov. 9- Came back to school even if I somehow decided I would take LOA and stop schooling for a while. Again, I didn't.

*Nov. 10- Went back to school and got my FORM5 finally. THE FORM5. THE PRECIOUS FORM5. I apologized to mom. And everything was somehow getting better.

*Nov. 11- First day of class. Only for Spanish 2. Thursdays suck. And then went out with some schoolmates. Had fun.

*Nov. 12- Second day. Three classes. All majors. Every professor was present. And I was already feeling the pressure. But I know it has always been like this since First year, when at the first week professors are acting like you'd have to be extremely prepared for their challenges. And dying due to toxicity is completely understandable.

(Not so elaborate, eh? Or was it?)

My first semester grades were quite satisfactory and tolerable. I know how much of a slacker I had been. So thanks to my God-forsaken self for that. Although, it wasn't that bad.

Now, no more General Education subjects. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a good start and end. Hoping that I can keep my sanity with me until April. Pray for meeeeeeehhhh. Bye!

Oh yes! New blog template for my 6th semester in UPm. 2 more to go!