Got extolled by my Religion teacher for the documentary film we made. Actually, it’s only a two-man team on the run. The rest were profoundly useless in the process. I also despise my ability to lead a group. I’m not a born leader. My members were being idle while all the loads of things are being done by me and my assistant leader. According to her, the voice over, the script and the over-all feel of the docu was professionally done. Thanks to my all-time partner Jay for spending almost 10 hours in editing the darn thing. Being the producer, I found eternal flaws for it being so amateur-ish. But in the long run, I was proud of myself. I couldn’t believe I pulled such thing. Regardless of my involvement in the project, I’m rating the group a 7/10.

The temporary Abstract for my paper got approved. Probably she’s in a good mood today considering her plum lip gloss.

Ok. Probably it wasn’t a downpour but atleast it was for me. I actually aspire to produce more documentaries and (probably) an indie film in the future.

Loyola Schools Bulletin: And in boldface letters, it was printed clearly, “Welcome future Ateneans!” How ecstatic and blue was the header. I wish it was mine though. Unfortunately, I didn’t apply for the school of my dreams. Why? Simply because I felt a tinge or probably a humongous mediocrity in my ability to pass. I was feeling nega that time. I totally made a chicken out of myself. Now, I regret the opportunity being given to those who are bold to face it. I told myself, “Probably it’s not meant to be. In God’s time, we’ll see.” Nothing can compensate to this loss. Not even my writing skills.

Why Ateneo? It’s the kind of logical reason that needs not to be so elaborative because it’s self explanatory. I feel home within the vicinity. It’s in the hearts of those people who welcomed me in the sounding grace of their hellos. I just can’t explain the feeling whenever I set foot on that fateful school. In God’s time, I’ll be able to spend a part of my life there. In God’s time.

As I rummage through my drafts and non-sense doodles, I came across this note: “I am responsible for whatever happens to me” signed, Nadine (insert the heart here) I wistfully plunge into my memory, I wrote the particular note last mid-July when we’re still on a high with our senior year. It was then I realized that I’m really responsible for all of my perennial mistakes. Now, it’s bombarding me with ecstatic slaps with matching high pitched voice as same as my research teacher saying, “ANO BAAAAA?!”

You see? I’m back to me old self. Voila!

Excess: I’m turning out to be an OC regarding this thesis. A? Hope so. I tend to be really sarcastic. I miss the times of the junior year when I would just be careless about Trigonometry. Now, Calculus is a different issue. I miss my 4-5 siesta. OR I’M JUST BEING PLAIN TIRED?

Bad, cursed day. Welcome, Cricket! Welcome to the Blogger Bandwagon-ry. ;p Enjoy it here.

love

GOODBYE.

Nothing. Today is a special day don’t you think? Less of my acrimony this year, I think. (Is that a New Year’s resolution?) …

Still glad to be back. Still your harlequin doll. Happy 12th day of the first month.

I know I’m a bad story teller but I’d like to share this one hell of a friggin experience with you.

We’re (supposed) to be off all the way to E.K. one fine Saturday morning (121705) we’re all excited only for one mishap: The ever so liable TRANSPO. It was STILL getting fixed. We arrived at my classmate’s resto at around 11am when the call time is around 10. it was ok because the transpo is still getting FIXED. So we waited and waited for two hours. Then three. Then four. Then five. Then forever. We’re tired of waiting and they spilled that it would take another 3 hours to get it fixed. GREAT. I told myself great. Oh well… it’s not my classmate’s fault anyways. It’s their driver’s right? Anypoo, we decided to go somewhere else since it’s so early to go home and tell the parentals that the nth plan to E.K. was indeed, cancelled AGAIN. Meanwhile, I was listening to Nu for the Click the City.com updates. It was all the way in Marikina. Too bad. ^{(Premonition 1)} Then Mij told me this Winston thingy but he didn’t know the place. Great. The crew (Me, Jecca, Joyce, Elaine Mij Carla) decided to go somewhere else just for the sake of compensating the loss of adventure and fun. I just felt so bad. So bad. So we’re off to Galle just to chill and eat whatever. Carla had to go home because of her mom. Too bad. She missed the adventure. Oh poo. And he too, was there.

It was fun to see him again after feeling so bad all this time. He seems happier now. I just hope he is because I’m already cool dealing with it. Regarding my stress with us, it’s still here. I’m just plain tired of going around in circles. I don’t know with him but it seems like he wanted me to follow him and beg him or something but I won’t. Rest assured, I’m just plain tired.

Enough of that shit. Anyways, we ate in bangus. It’s just so delish. Then we got tired and decided to go somewhere. We decided to head on to eastwood. Eastwood indeed. But we got bored so we had a break over at starbucks, arguing where to go next. ^{(Premonition 2)}Mij offered me Winston Lights. Eventhough I’ve promised not to smoke anymore, I did because of depression. Like it took us forever just to plan this shit. So we finally agreed to go somewhere in Timog just to fool around. And it fooled us back, bitch. We’re really exhausted, tired and horrified. The things are just cluttered around and we don’t have any idea where to go next. Next stop: Roxas Ave. just to find a good place to sit around while contemplating how bad out day went and to drink beer. I didn’t foresee myself sitting there drinking beer. I was supposed to be in E.K. having fun. Sigh. How bad the day went. ^{(Premonition 3)}Then I saw this certain light in the sky. It was bothering me for some reasons.

Ako: San kaya galing yun?
Jecca: Baka sa world trade.
Ako: There’s a Christmas thing there right?
Joyce: Yeah.
Ako: Tara!

So I had to finish the beer and squidballs and we’re off to World Trade Center that fateful day of Saturday, December 17, 2005. We went for the tiangge because a friend of my mom sells things there. We arrived there lightning fast. Upon arriving, we saw this humongous poster. (See Premonition 1) The Winston thingy my friend was telling me about. This is it. Our consolation for everything. No minors allowed. I don’t fucking care. We still proceeded to the registration table, filled up the form with funny names, addresses, phone numbers and everything fake. Kjwan was playing. Marc Abaya is a GOD. Then, sugarfree. EBE. MY EBE. Then I have this new crush in the persona of Mitch Singson, the drummer. (Insert Kilig-ness here)

We’re jumping around, releasing the stress, bad omen, depression and everything else. I was just so happy. Like everything fell into place beautifully. I was telling myself throughout the day that there’s a reason for everything. And this is the reason. I don’t want to be melodramatic but I think the creepshit is true. I was so happy so as my friends. Too bad we missed imago (!) but it’s fine as long as Mr Dancel is there. We went home with smiles on our once crumpled faces. This is the senior life, ladies and gentlemen. I was so hyped up on the way home. No one can be happier than me.

NO. I WASN’T AND WON’T TAKE THE ACET. Why? answers may vary. Congrats to YOU and YOU and to everyone else who did. Minus the bitterness, I’m happy for you.