No particular complaint. Oh wait, LSDC.

So, I didn't get it the compet team for Skechers. I guess, I didn't really expect. I just really wanted it since it was gonna be my last ever compet (since Crissa was canceled and Maximum groovity was casted as all boys and by the time UAAP comes around, i've already had graduated) Anyway, after the cast was announced, honestly, I didn't know what to feel. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I mean, I've been part of the Skechers team before and I know how much of a bitch it is training every night until you die, but I guess I'm also a bit sentimental. --that is, wanting to compete before I have to leave school completely.

Re-reading that paragraph again, I think I know how I feel. More than anything, I'm sad. And it's 10 am on a Saturday and I just completely skipped this advanced photography seminar I was supposed to attend for prod. Seriously, I'm really just not in the mood. The weather's been a bitch and I'm just full of complaints.

Today's Complaint: Waking up early.

I. Am. Not. A. Morning. Person.

Don't get me wrong, I love breakfast and sunrises, but a big reason why I love those is probably because I don't get to experience them that much. & I'd like to keep it that way, thankyouverymuch.

Anyway, the reason why I'm ranting is because I have a morning class. And I always miss it because I never wake up. --Like seriously, I've missed 1 and a half quizzes (half because I was late and I was only able to answer the last two numbers) and my midterms. Luckily, I was able to obtain a medical certificate from my uncle. Apparently, I had diarrhea that day. (My brother was the one that thought of the excuse) So, every Monday and Thursday, I literally have to drag myself out of bed just to get to my first class. And I hate it.

P.S. This post has no point whatsoever, so don't try looking for one. If you look up, you'll see it says "People complain that I complain too much" and not "People complain that I complain too much, but I'm really trying to be a better person by making a blog as an outlet for my complaints" NO. None of that shizzz. In fact, I like complaining. It's a big part of who I am. So fuck off. TY.

Today's Complaint: Traffic! (& backseat drivers!)

If you live in Manila, you'd understand what I mean. TRAFFIC IS A BITCH. And not just any bitch, but the kind that you tell all friends is whore because it gets around! I mean, I was on my way home from watching Cirque du Soleil (BEST EFFING SHOW EVER, BTW) at 10 pm. You'd think at that time it would be smooth sailing. But no. It was so traffic I wanted to pull hair out and succumb to road rage. And if the traffic wasn't bad enough, my sister (who just got back from Finland and hasn't driven in like a month of so) decides to be a backseat driver! "Shift down", "Stop swerving!", "Turn right" --YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!

So, I did what any normal person would've done. I lost it. I told her, "Listen, if you want to drive, go ahead! But oops, oh wait, you can't! SO STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! I'm already so pissed off with all this traffic!" Then we sat in silence the whole trip home.

But still, really, Cirque du Soleil was hella awesome. It was so awesome, in fact, that I won't even let the traffic ruin my night. I will sleep in peace, dreaming about flight and acrobatics.

Today's Complaint: Sleep.

I had my LASARE3 Retreat last weekend. We had this activity wherein we had to sit in chair, close our eyes and 'reflect'. Our facilitator was saying things like, 'focus on your breathing.. inhale.. exhale..' & 'feel your fingers.. be aware of their existence..' and I swear to God, I just blacked out. Like I literally just fell asleep. After 10 minutes of that, I woke up (THANK GOD) just in time for snacks. But I didn't even go eat 'cause I was just so freakin' tired.

You see, it's like this. I don't get much sleep during weekdays. With my 23-unit term and 6-10 pm trainings every other day, there isn't really room for much sleep. --That is, if you don't count short naps during class. But seriously, I'm lucky if I even get 5 hours of sleep in a night. For me, that's enough to get through the day.

So, going back to my retreat. After we had our break for snacks, we were supposed to write a reflection paper regarding, well, our reflection period. --Which, I had none, because, as I was saying earlier, I fell asleep. So when we got back to the function room where we held our sessions, I started writing. (More like cramming, actually) By the end of it, I realized I wrote a whole paper about me not getting enough sleep. Oh, the joy. There I was supposed to be writing about my prayer time, but instead, writing about sleep. But needless to say, I submitted that paper. Well, I didn't really have a choice. I didn't have another paper. Or time to write another one. But hey, at least I was honest!