I'm stretched.

This is second year, supposedly the easiest of all the ones in high school, and I feel like I'm about to be sick.

Correction: I am already sick. School not only caused this, but made it worse.

I had two long tests yesterday, one of which was Filipino. I absolutely detest Florante at Laura; and it's not because it's in a language I ( Read more... )

It used to be so easy, thinking that the Philippines could actually rise from the ashes. Our main problem was the economy and the unrest in the South, but otherwise, we were on the road to something. I don't know what that something is, but it was something, dammit.

And suddenly, like a deer in headlights, we are derailed from that road by this:

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