Livin on a Prayer

Okay fine: I drink. Rarely. As in, swear!

Defensive? Sure.

Last Saturday night, my Speech121 professor, classmates and I set off at Club Mwah in Mandaluyong to comply with our “midterm examination.” As mandated by our prof, we are to write a critique on the club’s stage performance.

I’m So Busy I Forgot My Name

For a college student’s regular semester, there would always be some crucial moment in time when you realize that you already wanna drop from school. That moment has just come. Hi, fellows.

“Ayoko nang mag-aral!“

I know: It’s stupid. It started weeks ago when I was drenched in school work amid the relentless typhoons or LPAs or whatever. It’s what I thought kahapon: 08.08.08. And then I realized, “Hey, is it finals week yet?” Darling, no, my notebook said.