Know what? The funny things about Doc Garcia's Philo class are:

1.) I tend to be his "favorite" in getting candid responses for his funky questions. Seriously! He asked "what happens to a person who falls in love? How do you know?" and queried one dude. He didn't get the answer he wanted, so went straight to me! ahahaha! (No, I can't remember what I said as response.)

2.) His style of teaching Philo is that something like a world class soccer striker: get the ball, and shoot and shoot and shoot. Once he starts talking, he'll go on and on and on. Sometimes, he'll mention something fantastic, and then he'll miss over and over, and then he'll hit on a different insight that uplifts. It can get tiring, but it's nice.

3.) Whenever he talks about "intersubjectivity", or "solitude and being alone as distinct" and stuff like that, I can't help but feel so isolated. And it haunts in ways worse and more powerfully than Julian's choices of music (which are more often than not, darn catchy ditties).

"The artist, the painter, the future lawyer, the basketball player all at one point, need to sacrifice time with others, but in effect, can be more expressive of their selves."

Wala lang. I'm averaging close to a C+ in his class, but it's rapidly my second favorite subject after Sir Yuson's class.

I'm not sure if I've either spent too much time away, not spending enough time or effort with others, or that other's just can't see me. I like being on my own whenever I can, but I hate being left alone. And for the most part, that's been essentially my story for all this month.

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Paper is due tomorrow. Wow.

Will be offline for a large portion of the time, then back online again. Go figure.Tomorrow, I'm slated to watch UP Streetdance peroform at UP Theater, and an hour or so prior to that it'll be spent at UP, for the book launch of "Love's a Vice", a set of translations of Mike Bigournia's poetry.

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Last night at Aria was lots of fun! It's a shame I had to leave after Sir Larry's poem. Talagang pinilit ko lang ang sarili kong panoorin sina Sir Larry at Sir Allan. I know I missed Waps sing, and I'll never forgive myself if I missed Ma'am Beni or Kael Co read their works too. (noo! nakita ko si Kael non! please, Jess, please sana di ko nalampasan yun!) I'm glad however, I did NOT miss Waps, Sir Egay nor Naya read their works.

NAYA VALDELLEON IS THE GODDESS OF POETRY! ALL HEATHENS SHALL HEAR HER GLORIOUS WORKS AND DESPAIR!

Kung may "teardrops" na expression sina Monix, dito naman ang bunganga ko ang nanlaglag nang narining ko ang kanyang mga salita! Hotness! She's the best!

I guess it was the texts for me to return home that got me running. That, and the idea of resting at long last after a much-missed hot meal. I was already tired and hungry too, and the people I hoped to hang out with had other company, so fine. I just went home on my own, albeit early. It's really just like that.

I'm still hanging on to what Ma'am Beni said: "Na isang araw babasahin din ang mga salita mo at papalakpakan!" Haay. Ma'am Beni, sana hindi ko masasayang ang tiwala ninyo sa akin.

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Now time for a glass of water.