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    Speaking of late reactions, I thought I should talk about the acquaintance party that we had for Management Circle and whatever things that should enter in my mind.

    The original plan was NOT to attend the party because we'd all get bored and stuff but being the inconsistent people that we are, and our fate to always go against words of honor, we decided, at the last minute, to join anyway.

    So the theme for the party was EXPLODE! to which the seniors said meant "to come out of their shells." (Addressed to the First Years, of course.) (We've been out of shells since day one in U.P.)

    The point of every acquaintance party is to let everyone get acquainted with each other, I guess. Mostly for the freshmen. To which, I replied beforehand, that it was all a bunch of lies. I knew that there was no way any one of us would go out of our blocks to try and talk to the freshmen
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    So anyhoo, why we decided to go, I don't know. I did have fun, though. Guess that's because people at my table were already drunk-like. (Which is why we canceled the plan to go to Outpost and "drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.") (Our inhibitions were gone anyway so it kind of made the purpose of drinking futile.) (Lol.)

    There may have been some moments wherein I got bored but needless to say, I learned a few things that night:

    1. It is important to always stay calm when the heel of your shoe gets broken:

      Me:
      (in a very, very dead tone) "Oh my God, Soulmate, nabali akong tikod" (translates to: "My heel broke off")

      Gelle:
      (in a very, very FRANTIC tone) "SOULMATE! SOULMATE! UNSAON MAN TA NA???!" (translates to: "WHAT DO WE DO???!")

      Me:(still calm and composed) "Okay ra na, di lang ta pa-obvious" (translation: "It's okay, act like nothing happened" I could do this for a living. Lol)

      Gelle: (paranoid tone) "ITAGO SA IMONG BULSA! DALI! DALI!" ("HIDE IT IN YOUR POCKET! HURRY! HURRY")

    2. Reggae will never be "my" kind of music.

    3. Dancing will never be my thing.

    4. I will always win in screaming matches.

    I probably learned some other stuff in between but I'm too tired to think of them right now.

    Ciao for now.

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    A Poem

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    By Robert Frost




    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.



    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



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