Friday, November 19, 2004

.:Today's LSS:.

No particular message. This song is just great, though...

by Natalie Imbruglia

My lullaby,hung out to dry
What's up with that
It's over
Where are you dad
Mum's lookin' sad
What's up with that
It's dark in here

Why, bleeding is breathing
You're hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing
I used to

My mouth is dry
Forgot how to cry
What's up with that
You're hurting me
I'm running fast
Can't hide the past
What's up with that
You're pushing me

I used to...

(Chorus except last line)
I saw you crawling on the floor

(Chorus except last line)
I saw you falling on the floor...

.:Levinas Class Again:.

In a word, this class was really lovely. Dr. Garcia's story about his date with a French girl who resembled Uma Thurman was extremely entertaining, and it was even more amusing how the class interacted with him throughout the whole thing. One of my classmates kept on pointing me in Ces' direction, though... oh, well. Too bad, but we all know why there's no way I'm considering that... heh.

.:A Quick Encounter:.

It's interesting, really. I was walking to school from the LRT station when I ran into sir Sev, who asked me how I was and all. I told him about my status in the Philosophy department, and such. He had a funny story, though...

Sir Sev: Naalalala kita kahapon, Marcelle. Yung anak ko na second year, naka-3.9 na QPI. Ikaw lang naaalala ko.

W-ell... I guess I built quite a reputation with that... heh.

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