You Knew I'd Blog About This.

Last Friday, Vanny and I were supposed to catch a German film at school. But due to a fateful mis-communication, we ended up missing the film altogether. (We couldn't find each other. Hm... well, actually, she couldn't find me. And I naively thought she was simply late. I should learn to stop assuming.) We hung out at CSA instead and sat with Don and Merryan, and I can't forget the part when they all point at you, Vanessa, and tell you you're cool. Heehee. *smiles for you* I think your job is awesome too :D

So we walked around, right, and had dinner. You, and egg sandwich and me, soggy undercooked noodles. We had pretzels after and sat around while you tried to convince me that I'm not weird (I forgot how that conversation went). And afterwards, you found me a piano (two, actually) at Abelardo Hall and we stayed there until the not-very-nice janitor told us to go away. Also, we found an ad that says it's selling a baby grand piano. I texted the number and didn't expect a reply.

We walked a bit more and I finally saw the black kitten you were talking about. It is incredibly adorable. And loved. By it's mother. I don't think I should take it home. Then suddenly you were struck by the fantastic idea of dropping by the Observatory. You don't know how it's changed me.

We trudged deep into the night and I wondered if perhaps something sinister might befall us. But soon enough we were ensconced in the cold flourescent lights of the UP Astronomical Observatory. Awesomme. They brought out the telescope for us (it seemed pretty heavy, didn't it, and we felt a little guilty for all the trouble they had to go through, but they didn't seem irked. Perhaps they do it all the time for people). The nice astronomer

Vanessa: Astrologer ho kayo?
Man: ...
Vanessa: Ay, astronomer ho?
Man: Isa akong astronomer. Hindi ako si Madam Auring.
Me: (laughs) *makes a joke that nobody got*

showed us Jupiter, Jupiter's satellites, the star Beetlejuice (haha), the Orion nebula, the moon close up, and pointed out all the constellations. In that place at that moment, the sky seemed to come alive. It moved and beckoned and I couldn't look at anything else. The man answered all our questions, and seemed to delight in the two lost girls brimming with questions about the stars and the lightyears and the skies. We stayed there for a while and I didn't want to go (you didn't either), but it was getting late, and perhaps the astronomer might want to get back to what he was doing. So after thanking him a lot, we left waving at his sillhouette.

Then I got a text message. It was B Grand Piano. It was selling one for 450k and another one for 230k. I guess I wasn't expecting it to be 450k or 230k because I remember sputtering out my incredulity. I showed it to Vanny and she sputtered too.

"I wonder what I should reply?"
"Umm..may discount pa ho ba yan? UP student lang po ako."

Hahaha. I forgot the other ones we thought up.

That night I dreamt of the stars. They were bigger than ever, and I felt so moved I almost cried.

This day made my week. It made my following days too. I can't help but grin when I think about it. Heehee. Thanks, Vanny. I wonder how this blog post suddenly turned into a letter?

Social Exchange.

Today I decided to eliminate the dots on my i's. I wasn't very successful. Sometimes I ended up forgetting to cross my t's.

When I climbed aboard the UP jeep this morning, the call boys sounded like tame seals bound to a performance of making a living. They bent over backwards. To come to think of it, life is a circus, and all of us are performers.

"UP! UP! UP!" They went, long after our jeep left the lot. It haunted me until my bangs slapped me back to reality. I am on the verge of cutting them again (or let them demote themselves into nameless strands on my head).

On my way to Biology 1 class, a girl walked towards me wearing the same pair of sandals that I was. She didn't notice.

Oh, now I remember:

The other day I played a note on my keyboard and all it said was GOODBYE. It's dead. I feel like I am being backed into a dark, tuneless corner. By who I cannot really tell.

Archaeology.

Today we met our Archaeology professor. On the dead hour.

His voice was deep, rumbling, and dusty. He looked like a statue that had just awoken.
He told us that we could bring food and coffee, because our schedule was the dead hour.

He said dead hour three times.

Then he said, "We will do our best to keep each other alive."

He's pretty nice, like a shadow who smiles occasionally.
Like when he said that papers submitted after class hours are immediately credited a 60. *smiles*

Archaeology readings are filled with sentences like:

"None of these excavations, however, did much to advance the cause of knowledge about the distant past, since their interpretation was still within the biblical framework, which insisted on a short span for human existence."

"It was now widely agreed that human origins extended far back into a remote past, so that the biblical notion of the creation of the world and all its contents just a few thousand years before our own time could no longer be accepted."

and

"Nor does the recent debate in the United States on "intelligent design" seem helpful; it is no more than an update of traditional arguments for the existence of God, modified to avoid the identity of the designer--it is not science."

>____> meh. He said that our papers have no page limit, so as not to "curtail our..creativity." I think I'll have a lot to say.

Something Happened.

"Mum, how do you wire money into an account?"

"Hm? What for?"

"For my skateboard components."

"Ah. That's easy..*tells me how* How much does it cost?"

"*mumbles amount*"

".....What do you think you're doing??"
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Uh-oh.
Not exactly what happened, but you do get it, don't you?
In the end, the Kaiser Fund was confiscated (NOOOOO....) and placed behind an impenetrable wall called Savings (NOOOOOO.....kay. Okay, okay. Fine..savings, yeah.)

And now I don't know what to do.
Currently I'm comforting myself with the thought that

--perhaps Kaiser might be the cause of an accident that would break both my hands, hence forcing me to cease drawing, playing the piano, or engaging in the simple joy of rock-paper-scissors.

After such perusals, I feel only relief.

And now Kaiser sits forlorn. What to do..what to do..I can either:

A. Store Kaiser in my closet until I have my own income, then proceed to buy the components I need and go off into a great adventure.

B. Sell Kaiser and proceed to make a business out of painting on skateboard decks.

C. Store Kaiser and find a job and at the same time try to sell Kaiser and go with whatever comes first.
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I'm leaning towards C. This is just a slightly unpleasant heads-up.