Friday, June 07, 2002
The Stupid DLSU-D ID and Prep for Moving Out of the House
I went to get my ID at DLSU-D and to get my keys. I couldn't get the keys yet, that dumb Matron said Sunday. Good thing I didn't bring all my things in yet (in which i almost did if my schedule Monday was filled). My picture on the ID looks eerie. I'm not smiling, i'm serious with this grim face. Plus the background is illuminated with dark yellow and my shadow. I don't like it at all. I know I'm opposite Photogenic, but that picture is my ID. Damn.
We went into the dorm. Inside I found Lance had claimed his own bed, his closet, his spot on the bookshelf. Those I can understand to claim, but to claim even the cupboard and even one of those white chairs. Sheesh, we'll be sharing chairs. It's just a chair. Oh yeah, the Ref was on already. Who would turn it on so soon? Maybe that dumb Matron hoping to rip us off or something. So anyways we shut it off and I am forced to also reserve my spots. My bed is on the other side of the room next to the study shelf. That means "Ramoncito" is in the middle dividing myself and Lance. This also applies in the three closets. Lance is on the far left and I'm on the far right. I wanna change it too, but who knows. No sight of this "Ramoncito" guy. He's really going to have a fit when he sees how "maarte" Lance and I are with posting notes and claiming places in the room already.
We went to Robinsons Imus. There, the place was completely covered with Sunsilk posters advertising that "Sunsilkier Black". That model really is lucky. She's got her face in every corner of the mall. I mean, yes, they do advertise things like these. But it's everywhere. All the levels were covered up with these posters.
In the supermarket and department store the flow of what to buy was different. Six new pairs of socks. Three "sando's/undershirts". In the supermarket I bought a new toothbrush, toothpaste, two soaps, a mini H&S shampoo, tissues, a roll of toilet paper, and you can go on.
At Handyman I also bought three locks and pins for my corkboard.
And at home I'm about half-packed now. Still, nobody is answering the phone in Lance's. I need to speak to Lance, but why does he never reply txt messeges or phone calls. It's now a fact I've had more interaction with Bryan who's half-way around the world and in opposite times of the day than have interaction with Lance.
An Ending to the Hostage Crisis
I just had to mention this. I'm just feeling bad for them. Martin Burnham and Ediborah Yap dead. That means out of the three Americans caught, only one survived. It's all sad. I can't say anything else. It's on the Yahoo! front page, on Frontpage on Television. I'm glad it's over, but the ending is just tragic.
I went to get my ID at DLSU-D and to get my keys. I couldn't get the keys yet, that dumb Matron said Sunday. Good thing I didn't bring all my things in yet (in which i almost did if my schedule Monday was filled). My picture on the ID looks eerie. I'm not smiling, i'm serious with this grim face. Plus the background is illuminated with dark yellow and my shadow. I don't like it at all. I know I'm opposite Photogenic, but that picture is my ID. Damn.
We went into the dorm. Inside I found Lance had claimed his own bed, his closet, his spot on the bookshelf. Those I can understand to claim, but to claim even the cupboard and even one of those white chairs. Sheesh, we'll be sharing chairs. It's just a chair. Oh yeah, the Ref was on already. Who would turn it on so soon? Maybe that dumb Matron hoping to rip us off or something. So anyways we shut it off and I am forced to also reserve my spots. My bed is on the other side of the room next to the study shelf. That means "Ramoncito" is in the middle dividing myself and Lance. This also applies in the three closets. Lance is on the far left and I'm on the far right. I wanna change it too, but who knows. No sight of this "Ramoncito" guy. He's really going to have a fit when he sees how "maarte" Lance and I are with posting notes and claiming places in the room already.
We went to Robinsons Imus. There, the place was completely covered with Sunsilk posters advertising that "Sunsilkier Black". That model really is lucky. She's got her face in every corner of the mall. I mean, yes, they do advertise things like these. But it's everywhere. All the levels were covered up with these posters.
In the supermarket and department store the flow of what to buy was different. Six new pairs of socks. Three "sando's/undershirts". In the supermarket I bought a new toothbrush, toothpaste, two soaps, a mini H&S shampoo, tissues, a roll of toilet paper, and you can go on.
At Handyman I also bought three locks and pins for my corkboard.
And at home I'm about half-packed now. Still, nobody is answering the phone in Lance's. I need to speak to Lance, but why does he never reply txt messeges or phone calls. It's now a fact I've had more interaction with Bryan who's half-way around the world and in opposite times of the day than have interaction with Lance.
An Ending to the Hostage Crisis
I just had to mention this. I'm just feeling bad for them. Martin Burnham and Ediborah Yap dead. That means out of the three Americans caught, only one survived. It's all sad. I can't say anything else. It's on the Yahoo! front page, on Frontpage on Television. I'm glad it's over, but the ending is just tragic.
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