I remember two very sad stories:

1. Two weeks ago I went to meet with my mother at Market! Market! after class. If there's one habit of mine that I can control+alt+delete completely, that will most definitely be commuting. Yes, I'd go to the Fort from Manila with a passion just so my mother can give me a free ride home. But the universal force of attraction finally started to battle against me at the parking lot when I climbed down two big steps and tripped over a hollow block which caused me to dive onto the ankle-deep muddy water butt first. Asses, despite being large and fleshy, have nerve endings too so you can just imagine the pain it went through.
   
   
2. One time two hours before my contempo subject, I waited patiently in line at the Xerox machine to have my classmate's notes photocopied. The queue was very long I must have waited for about twenty minutes. When I was finally third in line, there came over a bunch of college girls who were classmates with the girl in front of me. Silly girl in front of me told her classmates to have their reading materials photocopied after she's done. Sillier classmates of the silly girl in front of me agreed to bypass me and had their materials photocopied. I thought I could tolerate these bunch of sophomores who are too lazy to fall in line. But my assumptions that they would finish in a few minutes was wrong when I realized that these kids from the seventh circle of hell had the nerve to photocopy 35 pages x 15 copies! That's a frigging 525 pages! At hindi pa nakuntento ang mga panget. Nag-additional four chapters pa! Times three! Aaargh! How bastos and kapal-muks can they get?!! Fourth year na 'ko at ni minsan hindi ko nakayanang makisingit sa pila out of convenience, 'no. My contempo subject would start in an hour and I still haven't reviewed for it. Half an hour has passed and I thought I'd develop varicose veins from standing in line for so long. I went back to the table where my classmates are studying and cried so loudly I think the med students from the adjacent building heard it. Since that incident, my burning desire to review for the subject had vanished into thin air. In short, nasira ang araw ko. I no longer gave a fart if I flunked another exam. Bahala na si Batman.