Runny Babbit

I didn't go to school today because I had to go to the doctor; apparently there's a strange little lump in my inguinal area. I have no idea what inguinal means. My major commitments for the week were done anyway, so that's good. Mom and I commuted all the way to UST only to find out that there had been a mix-up and that the OB-GYNE wasn't coming. Boo. I got to ride the LRT a lot though, which was fun! Wish AA had its own transit line. It's a more civilized form of transport. I was thinking about the sights and smells of the disturbingly dirty area around UST and as much as I LOATHE to admit it, my delicate burgis sensibilities (-_-) were profoundly unhappy with the environment.

They say burgis is fair skin, hatid-sundo schedules and bubbles of paradise. They're right. The burgis need more courage then. (That's what I need!)

I say burgis means having to face our own glaring realities and setting the world to rights, even while sipping a moccha frap. :)

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Belated happy Valentine's day to you people, even though I'm a non-believer when it comes to that. Valentine's Day is about as real as Santa, which means the reality of it depends on how deluded you really are. Santa is a dead fat man stuck in a chimney, but at least everybody gets a day off on Christmas. Or he could really be real, since they took him off Forbes' Fifteen Richest Fictonal Characters some time ag (a little boy protested his un-existence-- they're still considering the appeal). But Valentine's Day? Nope. You spend the day hoping a little baby in wet diapers is going to spear you. You hope that it's gonna be a vicious kind of piercing, something that hopefully will be repeated all throughout the year.

I just don't get it.

Troublesome thing is the commercial ploys get really crazy. The Black Valentine's campaign was an interesting novelty though. Still, it was actually a nice day yesterday, in spite of panicking like a headless chicken when the Clavinova wasn't in tune with the sax, and Shai and I had to defer our number until Ms Ettie figured out how to lower the tuning by a half-step. When I think about it, teachers act like little kids when they're left to themselves. They should do that more often-- maybe school would be more fun if they just relaxed.