passing time and avoiding counteer strike

Passing the time. i have been doing just that for the past thirty minutes now. i don't know, but the time when i have been the center of the universe (positively or negatively, that is) when it comes to my classmates have long been gone.

i remember during my first year in UST at the College of Arts and Letters, all my friends were male. there were ten of us, and i was the only female in the group. needless to say, even though i was not near looking like a princess, i was treated like one. the same is true when i was in Central Luzon State University. i was not treated like a princess buti guess some view me as a queen. a bitch queen that is. at least, i stood out.

now that i have left CLSU and is on this new arena of learning, again, i can not help but stand out. i am one of the oldest and so, i guess othrs look at me as the untouchable. i was comfortable at least with the set up, until just now. it was declared that we wouldn't be meeting for today, and so, not wanting to go home early, i tried my luck with my new found companions.

sadly, i end up in a crowded computer shop, waiting for minors to have their fill of the counters strike internet gaming thingy, before we go and have a bottle or two of beer.

so instead of just standing around looking at the gore in their screens, i opted to just rent a PC for a while and start writing. whew, this is such a twist.