lasaret was interesting. tagaytay was pretty. anything is pretty when there's fog. i love fog. it gives a mystical quality to places because you don't see things as clearly as you normally would and thus your imagination runs wild with silly ideas of ghosts and creepy images of death. if you imagine it hard enough, you start really seeing it and eventually it'll drive you crazy - something which is always fun.

but now the right half of my body is aching due to a little collision i had with a classmate where i practically bounced off his body like a rag-doll. well i'm not really sure if that's what happened because the next thing i knew i was on the floor whimpering like a poor little idiot, my right shoulder throbbing. perhaps i'm exaggerating a little.

anyways aside from that, lasaret was kind of alright. not as horrible as i thought it would be. it didn't feel like a spiritual retreat though. maybe because i wasn't paying attention half the time and i was too sleepy to really care. my answers for everything were really laughable. for example, when asked to write down our deepest-most-thought-about questions on life, i wrote "which sandwich should i eat?" and when we were asked to vocalize our thanksgiving prayers i said, "thank you for my new pet spike the snail." silly really. i fear i may have disappointed or angered God because spike the snail went missing after that activity. boo.

who is spike the snail? he's my new pet - or was my new pet. i lost him.
someone stole him for me. please give him back.

i shall post pictures soon - once i steal them from my classmate.

i better return to finishing my paper on Pedro Paramo now.
curse you throbbing head...