You don't know how much I hate this Geog Camp. Of all the dates kasi, why does it have to be on February 2-3? Why does it have to be this weekend? Damn it...why on these dates?
Being in this camp means being absent on a lot of events here in Manila.
First, I won't be with my cousins at the AHS Fair this Saturday.
Cousins, join the gyudon-eating contest. galingan nyo!
Second, I won't be able to bring in Tita Ayeen to NAIA this Sunday.
Third, I won't be able to attend to that Foo thing at the Embassy this Saturday. Sorry Karl and Mich. Nakakahiya. I committed to them weeks before that I'd go with them.
Fourth, I won't be with Elisha for our First Sunday mass routine. Saaacred yun eh!
And last, it is my damn BIRTHDAY this Saturday for crying out loooooud!
I won't be able to attend the traditional dinner. Ma, ate, pam, tita...ikain nyo na lang ako.
Worst thing is, I'd spend a considerable part of my birthday warming my seat on the bus, stuck in the vexing, one-of-world's-worst Manila traffic, then mountain climb. And tell you what, that's definitely not, and certainly will never be, my idea of celebrating my birthday. Appalling would be an understating word.
In all these...I can do nothing. And my things are already packed up anyway. aahh..pitiful...
Being in this camp means being absent on a lot of events here in Manila.
First, I won't be with my cousins at the AHS Fair this Saturday.
Cousins, join the gyudon-eating contest. galingan nyo!
Second, I won't be able to bring in Tita Ayeen to NAIA this Sunday.
Third, I won't be able to attend to that Foo thing at the Embassy this Saturday. Sorry Karl and Mich. Nakakahiya. I committed to them weeks before that I'd go with them.
Fourth, I won't be with Elisha for our First Sunday mass routine. Saaacred yun eh!
And last, it is my damn BIRTHDAY this Saturday for crying out loooooud!
I won't be able to attend the traditional dinner. Ma, ate, pam, tita...ikain nyo na lang ako.
Worst thing is, I'd spend a considerable part of my birthday warming my seat on the bus, stuck in the vexing, one-of-world's-worst Manila traffic, then mountain climb. And tell you what, that's definitely not, and certainly will never be, my idea of celebrating my birthday. Appalling would be an understating word.
In all these...I can do nothing. And my things are already packed up anyway. aahh..pitiful...