I've never felt so dumb… not until I met Micro.
-Jen
The jeepney ride today brought back nostalgic thoughts of poverty, helping out and doing what can be done. What's supposed to be done. I told myself that no matter how far I'd go, I cannot escape my reality. The urgency and the longing to help out cannot pass me by without notice. The Cranberries had just the right words for this rousing. Something like, "To hell with what you're thinking. To hell with your narrow mind. You're so distracted from the real thing, you should leave your life behind."
Micro was depressing much today. Everyone went home with a bullied heart wanting to bully back. How. How. How. I cannot fathom. Everyone. Everyone felt so the same after the last paper got submitted. Ugh. How to go about it? By not going about it.
Sora looks screwed in the pic. Or maybe the coloring did it. Screwed it. Anyway, this look was just sort of an act. Because he was a real badass. And badass people don't get looks like this one. How I wish our Micro were the same. Just an act. But manga and reality are like the two ends of a broad spectrum. There will be no acts over depressing exams and there will be no badasses when it comes to Twister Fries. May the twister happily twist (in a frying pan?).
Maybe it's time to make myself useful now. So much for studying insanely and ending up being unrewarded anyway. Tomorrow will be badminton tryouts. Hope this one works well. It better. 
About helping out. I should. Hopefully I can squeeze some of my time and go visit the convent. Play with the kids. Hmmm…
Current Mood: Sterilized 
