When zombies drink vanilla milkshakes
Forgive my catatonia, shiro
Somewhere along Katipunan last Saturday, I lost all significant social skills and the ability to appreciate an overpriced cup of coffee with seemingly intellectual testosterone-charged gamers-slash-go-getters. The week that ended and the week that had yet to come both caught up with me... System shutdown.
(Deal with the hand you're dealt, an inebriated stranger once said to me.)
On a different note:
It has never occured to me how DLSU has almost no symbol or significant physical element that could be, uhm, stolen
by, say, wretched blue creatures whose school loyalty more than makes up for an otherwise droll social makeup (I'm talking stereotypes here. Exceptions do exist. *stares blankly*).
Those white corinthian columns are not uniquely Lasallian. The Philippine Post Office building has them, too. There are no statues or icons that ignite the so-called Animo... So while a certain Loyola Heights campus can safeguard the sword of St. Ignatius and a ridiculously large inanimate bird, what else can greenbloods swear to love and protect? (McDonald's Taft? Randy Santiago's collection of eyewear?)
I resolve to try writing poetry.