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_chimoms have you asked your mom yet? :D) gawariel_design. I'm currently at Munchie Monkey (for all you non-NUS people, this is an on-campus restaurant) with Cassy, who has a review session at 2 pm. So the two of us are just killing time while eating chocolate cake (Cassy's treat). Oh, and I'll be going home this Thursday already. Yay.
I just came back from the Edsa Shangri-La Hotel. I stayed there overnight since my mom had some seminar + awards ceremony + party thing; a bunch of insane psychiatrists (i.e. the Philippine Psychiatric Association) held some seminars and then partied all night long. And since this is a very long entry, here is the obligatory LJ cut.
Anyway, enough Pokemon crap. I wanna watch Pisay. But I don’t have tickets and it’s likely that the screening at UP is sold out. I guess both Cassy and I will just have to hope for a DVD release.
_chimoms mooch off the contents of my refrigerator :P). But at least it's finally over, and I'll be home in roughly a week. Not that I regret coming here (well, not that much). But if nothing else, this experience taught me that I definitely prefer wasting my summers with inactivity (or non-productive activities), especially since I'll have to start working in a couple of years; in all likelihood, I'll have no more summer vacations by that time :(merkuryo before I woke up; he was asking if he could leave before the reception. He was about to tell me why when I woke up. And, upon waking, I was so flabbergasted at realizing that I had actually dreamed about marriage, of all things, that the identity of my groom-to-be (even just typing the word makes me nauseated XP) just slipped away. I just lay there trying to remember his face or name or something for almost half an hour before I gave up and went back to sleep. It's a good thing that I still don't subscribe to the Freudian school of thought that dreams are an outlet for our unconscious urges and conflicts; Freud could find sexual or violent themes in everything, from a lamp-post to a tunnel to a flattened frog. He was obviously a very repressed individual, not to mention a misogynist. I personally believe that dreams are just the brain's attempts to make sense of the random neural transmissions that occur during REM sleep, which explains why dreams are usually very weird. Freud was undoubtedly invaluable to the science of psychology, but many of his ideas are too.. perverted for me to take him seriously. Honestly, what kind of person labels stages of development as the oral stage, the anal stage, the phallic stage, and the genital stage? He even believed that children who are going through the phallic stage will either be sexually attracted to their mothers (in the case of boys) or hate their mothers because they (the children) were born without a penis (in the case of girls); he called the former the Oedipus complex and the latter the Electra complex. Yes, Freud actually thought that all women suffer from "penis envy" and that his female patients who reported instances of sexual abuse were only expressing their unconscious desire to be sexually abused. It's so tragic that someone so intelligent could be so idiotic. Funnily enough, one of Freud's students who vehemently disagreed with his teachings was a woman whose surname was Horney (yet another tragedy). 
As expected, the gay bar was very interesting, in more ways than one. I was fairly sleepy by the time we got there, though, so no alcohol for me (drinks were expensive anyway). The only guy who came with us had a glass of beer (some local Canadian brand that he didn’t bother to remember). We didn’t do much besides sit around and wait for the Men’s Best Chest Contest to start, so I had a lot of time to compile a list of the good and bad things about the bar.
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