Bliss

listening to: the song stuck in my head - The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani
mood: grounded but consummate euphoria

...So this is bliss.

Hello, it's been a while since you filled my heart and gave spright to my steps.

Let me do a recap. My last post was when, July-somethingish? And lookie, its already August!

Last week, (and perhaps the weeks preceeding that) was terrible. Some of my plates had to be passed late, and I missed an anatomy plate. That's a 5 in my record. It's really all too depressing, knowing that I had enough time and resources to pass that plate, but due to procrastination, you know what happened. Irresponsibility. Guilt-free for sometime, but costly.

I'm worried for my scholarship, which has enabled me to pay only a fourth of the regular CFAD student tuition fee.

I'm doing well in CTEC, MDR, DC and my other academic and drawing subjects. Anatomy is the only class I fail at. All my plates have grades of 2s. And I must maintain a 1.75 GWA.

And because I'm too lazy, a copy&paste comment from Josh's blog:

..I can empathize.

A drawing plate requires at least 5 hours of mental bleeding and relentless hand & eye abuse, while keeping your sanity intact. The friendly company of a cold glass of Extra Joss or piping hot coffee optional.
When submission time comes around, your prof takes a single look at your plate, mutters something minimalistic (say, “too small”), encircles said area of error, and jots down, rather unceremoniously, a 2.75, or 3 if you’re lucky; otherwise an ominous 5 should suffice for his perfectionist standards.

Down goes the aforementioned 5 hours of inhuman torture. And in that way you are reduced to being what they like to brand “a mediocre artist.” (Emphasis on mediocre).

Frustration, yes. And a damnable amount of it.

…Meanwhile thoughts of shifting come to mind.

Sorry for the disjointed incoherence. Misery loves company, as they say.

But today I feel different--like I'm in the eye of a storm; whilst everything is around me is apocalyptic and such, I find a place of solace, in this case, a moment, a reason to smile and laugh all of it away.

I've been plugging my Social Dance class too much in my blog and for good reason: it gives more endorphins than any amount of chocolate. Just today, we had our practice from 8AM-12PM (classes were suspended in the morning due to a convocation of all the faculty members of UST) of our latest dance, swing. Swing. Elegance, beauty, style, gracefulness and whatnot. But we defied all that. Think post-modernism in writing. Think maximalism. That's what we did, or rather, what our choreographer made us do (my partner Jesper [it has come to mind that maybe I shouldn't put names, but what the hell]). Our song? The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani, 1.2 times faster than the original version. Our dance? We didn't do any of the basics our prof taughts us. We mixed and matched them with other types of dance steps, and made-up ones. What we came up with was a hybrid of futuristic, fun, swing dance of sorts. Something.

(A video might be posted. Words are not enough to describe our... um, unique--no, eccentric dance. XD)

Despite the bucketfull of sweat, the killer hills, the amount of time, the torrential rain and the glaring sun (hello, poem ba ito? :D), the many mistakes, the many wrong dips and the twisted turns; the hateful bottomful-bottomless feeling of waiting, the numbing, gnawing hunger, the dry laughter, the tiring overall effects of practice, and the disappointment of our prof (the steps were good, kenkoy, nakakatuwa. Maganda, bagay na bagay sa music. Kakaiba. Dumumi lang yung execution. Nagkagulo kayo. Hindi malinis. Kalat. [reader, please take note that this is my version of what my prof said. The original may vary. The meaning is still the same, I assure you. But never trust my selective memory. Heh.]), it was worth it. It was fun. I am being completely honest when I profess that I now really love dancing. It's... a different form of self-expression for me. Credit goes to my lovely group-mates (who're always on party/hyper-mode =))

And coming from a (former?) nerd/geek/anti-social killjoy, that's saying a lot.

Let it suffice for me to say that I'm happy. Blissful. Euphoric.

To all my group mates (not that you'd probably be able to read this) thank you! <3<3<3

SO WE'RE A LITTLE CRAZY.

But that's how we roll.

-from a logo thingy from friendster

Insanity, 1. Society, 0.

I know don't make sense--I don't intend to. To whoever is reading this: Thank you. I love you. God bless. And (for the first time I'm fully appreciating our Filipino class):

I'M HAPPY YOU'RE ALIVE.

Go on. Spread the love crack. Haven't you heard that lunacy is the new black?

*Panic! lyrics-writing mode XD*

Lastly, I want Ryan Ross in my closet. XDD

Backlogs'll be posted soon.)

God bless y'all.

To Mama

listening to: raindrops
mood: subdued

If my biological mom was alive, she'd be forty-something today. Unfortunately, she died 11 years ago.

Happy birthday, Mama.

College (part 2)

listening to: a plethora of spontaneous human movements
mood: happy-productive tiredness ^-^
location: Computer unit 25, station #1, UST library

(Is it obvious that I am starting to make the UST Miguel de Benavides Library my primary second third home?)

It's been a long time since I felt this happy-produtive type of fatigue. I feel really good these days.

Anyway, I just came from my PE class which is (drumroll please) Social Dance. Yes, people who know me well will be shocked/awed/have an untimely cardiac arrest at that knowledge. For those who don't, it's simply because my feet has a will of its own, and my hand-feet-eye coordination is that of a derailed train going on a speed of one thousand bazillion light years.

But I surprised myself even more: I actually enjoy it. Nevermind if I have to wear 3-inch heels as part of my uniform; nevermind if I learn the dance step after #@!&^% times of practice. My teacher is uber nice, and is funny; my group mates are simply crazy and kalog that they make me want to practice with them everyday, just to be able to bond together; I get to improve my posture, and, um, acquire a touch of grace and lightness in my Gundam-like body movements; I'm having fun while learning something new.

I have no right to complain.

After class, one of my groupmates in SD, Kuya Larry, a 2nd year Electric Engineering student (tama ba?? ^__^;;) accompanied me to the library. I borrowed some books for my plates (to aide my disobedient hand in drawing my gawdammed Anatomy plate >.<), and went to the computer station. And here I am typing my blogpost.

As promised, here is a recap of my 2nd week. (If you've been reading up to this part of my post, then I believe you're either of these: 1) patient 2)just nice 3) have time to kill 4)bored 5)genuinely interested in me 6)obsessively interested in me 7) reading my post out of pity because there are no other readers

I mean, I'm doing this more for myself than anyone else, really. When I'm old and wrinkly I'll spend my days rereading my blog. :D)

Teh 2nd Week

Monday - We had our CFAD Freshman Walk Tour, aptly named "Walkie Talkie (We Walk, I Talk)." The banner/poster/invitation was soo pretty! Basically we went around the UST campus with tour guides, who taught us some trivial facts about our university. After that we had lunch, and then we proceeded to Freshman Orientation. It was a bit boring, but then I saw our Student Council prez, and that made me a little attentive.

Tuesday - Our CTEC prof turns out to be our Lettering prof as well. I like him, he exudes this fatherly image, and he really is nice. He's the prof who gives inspiring quotations for us to ponder on prior to the actual lesson. He reminds me of Mr. Nachor, our Economics teacher back in high school.

For PE, we were simply given an orientation, and taught some cheers for the UAAP.

Wednesday - We finally meet our Design and Color prof. She is strict, and straightforward, but I realize that it's through her terror-teacher techniques that I'll actually learn something from her.

For Freehand, we were assigned to pick a tree to be able to apply our learnings in perspective and shading. The sky started turning gray, so our prof dismissed us early. The tree I picked was a bit dark, and quite large by the way the branches stretched out, but I'm starting to practice challenging myself. I know I can do it!

Thursday - Our anatomy prof assigned us to sketch the bone structure of the hand. He was nice enough to give us a copy.

Filipino was okay; we just chatted about pamahiins and Filipino idioms.

Friday - Lettering was hard! T___T Especially since my handwriting, as my bezzie would say, looked like "Kinahig ng Hungarian Horntail". And I have little patience for these things. I survived, though, and managed to pass my plate on time.

Our Mechanical drawing prof didn't appear. We left the classroom after an hour.

Saturday - I perfect-ed the excercise in Capitalization in English, so I get to be exempted for next week's quiz. :D Theology and Math were dull, but I am trying to cultivate my interest in those subjects for myself. I wanna learn, and besides, I'm paying hard for this education. I'm not about to let it just go down the drain because of my enthusiasm that is comparable to that of a garden rock.

The third week will be posted sometime soon; I still have to work on the refund from my scholarship. And I need to go home early, too; my anatomy and freehand plates are waiting. ;___;

PLUG: Visit my friend's LJ, Click!

Jaime, magkikita din tayo! So far, si Camille, Emicon, Faye, at iba pang Stellans na takot ako lapitan dahil baka nakalimutan na 'ko ang nakikita ko. Asan ba building niyo?? Stalk Hanapin kita!

Check ko LJ mo ngayong week. Hehehe. ^________________^

To the others: God bless and take care! Remember to eat lotsa vegetable to keep yourself healthy. Chocolated won't hurt, but greens will do much more for your bodies.

Michan, get well soon! D:

College (part 1)

listening to: the comforting monotonous hum of the air conditioning machine
mood: bored
location: Computer unit 33, Station #1; UST library

I'm officially a three week-old Thomasian! :D

(faint background noise: "Go USTe~! Go USTe~!")

This post was supposed to be done back when I was a one week-old USTe student, but due to *cough* technical problems (i.e. this writer's damnable procratination), said post gathered cobwebs in the lonely draft folder of my blogspot account. D: Two weeks later I was able to beat my chronic psychological illness--and here I am! :D

But seriously, nowadays I have no time at all to procrastinate. Really. And I'm not just saying this as a lame excuse or an illogical reasoning for my online inactivity. Okay, so I managed to get online almost on a daily basis, usually in the ungodly hours in the morning. But what I mostly surf for are tutorials, picture references and other things that help keep my sanity intact.

The plates (not the dinnerware, I'm referring to the drawing plates) are starting to kill me. ;____;

Not much, but little by little it's consuming all my sleeping time. And I NEED to sleep. I love my pillow too much. ^_^

Anyhow, a recap of my three weeks:

Teh First Week
On the first day, I woke up early, anticipating the legendary traffic that supposedly plagues the UST vicinity. Legendary traffic must be a myth; I arrived at school 30 minutes early. Oh, the ennui of waiting! *woes* Oh, I wasn't able to buy a uniform, so I spent the day wearing casual clothes. :D

Our Design & Color (DC) prof didn't arrive, so we just chatted. The very first friend I made was Stel! ^_^ She's not into anime that much, but we talked about two periods of our class away. Everyone was quiet, as it was after all, the first day. The monotony of the air conditioner was broken when three officers of the College of Fine Arts Student Council (CFAD-SC) burst through our classroom.

So we met Kuya Paeng, the SC prez. He is sooo bishie! *le fangirl* Seriously. And the term does not pertain only to his physique, but to his overall personality. See, he was trying to cheer us up freshies, and he got us to play a name-game so we could get to know each other. And by the way he would tell stories about what was in store for us--he was just so animated. For some reason. RAABUUUU! ♥_♥

Through the game, I met Windy, Dess, Bettina, Marge, Kevin and loads of other people I would be hanging out with in the future. In the meantime, I had lunch with Stel. <3 In the afternoon our Freehand Drawing (FDR) prof showed up, and gave us the list of materials. I got to know more of my classmates much better. In the following days, we had our Anatomy (ATY) class, Filipino, Lettering (LETT), Mechanical Drawing (MDR), English, Theology and Math. We have each class once a week, with regular subjects lasting for 3 hours, and our drawing subjects up to 4 hours.

I've realized that these are the subjects that I really want to study; I'm so excited! But at the same time I'm a bit scared.

You know the feeling the you want something so badly, that once you get it, you feel such an overwhelmingly powerful inner bliss, that it gets at times too much, too overboard? Like the feeling is threatening to consume you, like you're spiralling down and out of control, like...

I get scared at times. And insecure. I mean, college isn't like high school anymore; I gotta wake up and smell the artificial fragrance of instant coffee.

Our class is full of really good artists and...

Where do I rank?

Frankly, I feel like I'm at the bottom a deep, deep well.

But I know I'll survive.

*stops being emo*

Anyhow, all our profs are great in a creepy kind of way. They're all professionals practicing their trade in the advertising industry, and they expect nothing but the best from us. They said they wouldn't allow a mediocre artist to work in the industry with them.

Our ATY prof told us he won't be teaching, he'll be training. He is good-natured, and is funny, and I know I'll learn a lot of things from him, but y'know, he's the all-business-let's-get-serious-now types of professors. Eeeee.

Our Lettering teacher is a bit nicer. At the start of every class, he said he'd give us "principles in life" that will be helpful in the real world. Our MDR prof is boring, and kinda... dull?

Our regular subject professors (Fil, Eng, Theo & Math) are just fine.

But of course, all of these are just first impressions.

My sched goes from Tuesday to Saturday, with 2 days 7AM-5PM; 2 days 7AM-3PM, and 1 day of 7AM-4PM.

Thus my first week ends.

***

The two other weeks will be posted this weekend. My one hour net time here at the computer station is almost up, and I still need to borrow some books, and to go home (I need to be home by 7pm).

Weirdly enough, the June floods I've been anticipating prior to classes hasn't arrived yet. Hmmm. Maybe it likes surprises. :D

Oh, and we had our Welcome Walk (us freshmen passing through the famous Arch of the Centuries as a sign of alliance/acceptance/point-of-no-return in our stay at UST.) Afterwards, there was a concert. But I wasn't able to attend it since I had to go home early. And I also promised my high school buddies that I would drop by Friday afternoon to catch up with them.

Have I mentioned that our batch at UST is extremely special? We are given special treatment 'cause we are the tentative graduates on the year 2011, the same year that UST will turn 400. Imagine that! 400 years! So, like, we're called the Quadri-Centennial Batch. :D

I will graduate on 2011.

...So I hope I pass all my subjects. And maintain a grade of 1.75.

God help me.

Oh, and belated happy birthday to Josh!

And I'm gonna plug all the DevArt accounts of my blockmates: Pilar, Kev, Alfonso, Alexa and Kuya Moody.

Have a God-blessed Saturday! ^_________^

The June Whirlwind

listening to: Sanbun no Junou na Kanjou - Siam Shade
mood: happy-sleepy

My! With the entrance of June, so maaaany things happened. Usually, I'm a homebody, but for the past few days I've spent my waking hours away from home. I hate being cooped up at home to vegetate, so the change of routine is welcome. I love travelling, walking, just being constantly on the move. I tire easily, but it's the I-feel-so-productive-and-content type. A recap of my havoc-spreading activities these past few days:

New haircut! Usually trips to the salon are treated with anxiety. My hair is anything but manageable, it's all wild and wavy and happy, so I have to make sure that the hair cut I get looks okay even if I don't blow-dry it or something. I'm not very prissy when it comes to my hair, generally my over-all looks, so... Anyway, I had a layered cut. S'alright but the bangs aren't exactly what I wanted...

Jzone and Dgroups! Last Saturday we joined a CCF youth group called Jzone. We met Elle, who let us join her Discipleship group (I'm not exactly sure if that's what it means). At first we were a bit uneasy since we didn't know anyone, but pretty soon we started to enjoy the presentation, talks, and the mini-concert thing. It was fun, and me and my sisters are planning to attend it regularly.

Family time! Consequently, after the Jgroup thing, we got to shop for a while. It's been a while since we really got together as a family and do those normal things we used to do when were still kids. My sisters and I wanted to buy anime DVDs; they had everything from Gakuen Alice, Ouran Koukou, to Death Note! *__* They were bootleg copies, though. After much debate with my practical side, I bought myself a versatile bolero instead.

Death Note! My sisters and I were able to visit Comic Alley again after some time. And OMGJkassksjsajhjhjku THEY HAVE AN L PLUSHIE! L! WITH THE HAIR AND THE EYES AND THE BAD HABIT (of teh fingers pressing against his lips XD)! AND THE SITTING POSITION! I MEAN, it was sooooooo cute. ;__; Which reminded me of the materials I bought last year for my plushie-making plans. Since I had no time last year, I decided to postpone it for this summer. Apparently, I forgot. On purpose. Maybe Dad's right, I do have time management problems.

And classes begin... I accompanied my sister to her school today for enrollment. Since our beloved high school was just beside hers, I paid a visit to some of my teachers. I saw my third year adviser, Ms. Batulan, and Miguel (your hair looks different when liberated from gel XD). I also got to talk to our much-loved (see the sarcasm dripping?) fourth year adviser, Ma'am Caingat. I thought she would bite my head off, say things like: what kind of irresponsible valedictorian are you? You are a disgrace! You do not deserve the title! However, she was civil. And actually nice. I knew that if she was separated from Math for even a few months desirable results would be produced. :D

In the afternoon my younger sister and I went school supplies-shopping. Just the two of us, and lots of food afterwards. :DD

I'll cut off here--Jeffrey Archer's Shall We Tell The President? is beckoning me again. And, yes, I'm quite sleepy with all the activities for today.

Oh yeah, I added some browser charms from Endless Rain. *points to upper right corner of teh blog*

God bless! <3

...Tag-ulan na.

listening to: Sakura Kiss - Ouran High School Host Club
mood: upside down

Hello, June is here. Tag-ulan na.

Minsan masaya ako 'pag umuulan, kese walang pasok. XD Masarap ang pakiramdam na nakahiga sa kama, may tasa ng tsokolate sa tabi, nagbabasa ng isang makapal na nobela, tapos ang tugtog ng radyo ay New Radicals. Ewan ko ba, kahit na parang pang-hippie ang tunog nila ay nakakapagpagaan ng aking damdamin. Kontento ang pakiramdam ko.

Habang binabaril ng ulan ang paligid, ako'y lunod sa mga kumot at 'di nilalamig. Masarap din kumain ng mainit na sabaw kasabay ang pamilya.

Pero may mga panahon din na nakakalungkot ang ulan. Ang lahat ay walang kulay at tahimik. Tila dinadala ng ulan pababa ang damdamin ng lahat. Nakababasag ng damdamin.

Hay.

***

Tee-hee. Just brushing up on my Filipino.

Anyway, a quiz! It's been so long since I took one:

Your Vocabulary Score: A-

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!You must be quite an erudite person.

How's Your Vocabulary?

Hee. <3

How technology enslaved the writer

listening to: Namida No Hurricane - Bon Bon Blanco
mood: imprisoned by my keyboard

I knew I was afflicted by the disease, but never this serious.

I was aware of it last year, while writing those rushed news and stories for our school paper. It's just that the symptoms have been much more apparent now, almost rendering me disable.

I can't write without a keyboard. ;_; My creative flow is obstructed when I use a ballpen, pencil, and a clean blank paper. The words only create themselves in an MSWord window where they are rendered pretty. Very unlike my ogre handwriting.

I've relied on it too much. That's what happens when you don't rely entirely on your self. You become dependent. And when it's taken away, well, you've become useless as well.

Technology has enslaved me. I now have a love/hate relationship with my keyboard.

Maybe I need rehabilitation. ;___;

I know I can fight it, given enough time. My HBW ballpen is there to help me through. I will write manually, improve my handwriting...

Until then, tips for keeping your keyboard's manipulative and sadistic tendencies at bay are encouraged.

Seriously.

4 in the morning

listening to: 4 in the Morning - Gwen Stefani
mood: subdued

I've never been a big fan of Gwen Stefani, but I really really like some of her songs. The first song of hers which really captivated me (and is still a favorite up to now) is Don't Speak. Then there are those songs which are just irritating, or pointless, perhaps both, but is a bit amusing and new that somehow I'll end up liking it anyway. Like Wind it Up, and The Sweet Escape. The latter was easy to like since my sisters were always listening to it, but the former I am still wary of.

When I first saw the video of 4 in the Morning, I immediatley liked it. She just looked beautiful in a very natural and heartbreaking way. The music itself and the lyrics quickly pulled at my heart strings as well.

And all I know is you’ve got to give me everything
Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me .

And how true.

Or perhaps I fell in love with the song because it goes well with what I'm feeling at moment, given the recent event that happened. I'm just... sad.

It's been raining for a few days now. The rain was torrential last night. According to the weathermen, it's bye-bye summer. I know I've been cursing the heat for the past months, and I'm finally getting what I want (which is cool weather), but somehow I want the sunshine again. The rain is adding to my depression. I realized that the gray and bleak colors I am greeted with during the afternoon are not at all uplifting. (Of course they're not. Silly.) I wanted a subdued, cool, calm environment. Not one that would inspire me to be more lethargic than I already am.

Home isn't as bright as summer-y as before, too.

I'm looking forward to classes--maybe because I've got too much time on my hands, and I'm spending most of those precious minutes thinking. Just thinking. And too much thinking is bad. Everything in excess is bad. I've done some bumming around as well but that only added to my lack of productivity, which added to my thinking list.

By the time classes kick in, I'll be swamped with assigments, school stuff and work to think about life. I'll be busy, busy, busy and I like that. No time to get depressed.

Forgive me, the escapist in me is awakening again.

Meantime Girl

listening to: Aozora No Namida - Hitomi Takahashi
mood: detached


Meantime Girl

She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s not the one you call when you need a date to your company’s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.

She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don’t look at her as a "real" woman, either. She’s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She’s too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. But she’s cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine. You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don’t have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You’re not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won’t bother her that you’ll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you’ve been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She’ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She’s just so cool . . . why can’t all women be like that?!

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it’s mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs – she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.

She doesn’t captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She’s safe. She doesn’t want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone’s head. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do.

She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

Anyway, yeah. I’m a Meantime Girl. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don’t know the reason, really, and at this point I don’t even care. I just want to let every guy know who’s ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. And someday we won’t be around.

(from http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Meantime+Girl)

***

I realized that I'm Meantime Girl, after all. Thank you for validating it. You know who you are.

Finally

listening to: Bokura No Love Style - Suzumura Kenichi & Fujita Yoshinori
mood: enlightened

Yesterday I called UST up and learned that I actually passed the special test and the talent test. I was... a bit surprised, but then I was expecting it. It would've been terribly disappointing if I didn't pass.

My friend Nicole called me up the other day, informing me of the scholarship she got from DLSU - College of Saint Benilde. All the fees were waivered, and the only thing she has to maintain is a GWA of 2. Somehow I regret not following up the scholarship test for CSB--I really wanted to take up the Multimedia Arts course there. ;_;

Oh well. I'm happy for her, though. I think the course she chose really suites her well.

After having a talk with dad and my lola, I've eliminated UE and UP from my choices. I realized, if I'm going to be studying something for the next four years, and then spend the rest of my life woking in a field related to my course, then I should pursue what I really like. Something I'm really passionate about, nevermind about what other people will say.

So my college confusion was laid to rest and I went to UST in the afternoon to submit my credentials. Enrollment will be on the 8th of June, and I'm really excited. I'm going to apply for a working scholarship, knowing that my course (Advertising Arts) might be expensive in the long run.

I wouldn't mind the work--it'd be a great way to meet new people and get acquainted with the office and school people. I think it would be fun.

The only thing I'm worrying about, really, are the floods that plague the vicinity of UST. ;_; And lucky me, it's June, the rainy rainy month. ._.

...I'm feel so happy and light as if, forgive the cliche, a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders, or a great thundercloud which has been bothering me for the past two months finally got dispelled. I just realized that I haven't fully spent my summer vacation in a way that I would like to because I've been worrying too much.

I'm happy. :D

Saturday family-time :D

listening to: Sunday - Babystars
mood: content

We went to our neighbor's baby's baptism today. We woke up extreeemely early, and for the first time we actually got to the venue well before the indicated time. (My family is a faithful advocate of the Filipino time. Sad.) We were actually the first ones there.

The church was pretty nice. A wedding was going on when we got there. It was beautiful, but it really wasn't the wedding I had in mind. It was not at all solemn, some people at the back where chatting, fidgeting with their phones. And it looked kind of sad. I just felt that aura while looking at couple in front. For some reason.

And, creepily enough, I envisioned my own. I mean, lol XD. I really can't see myself donning a beautiful gown, walking down the flower-laced aisle... just... can't. And that's a good thing. For now. :D

A few minutes later all the guests started to arrive. So we proceeded to the small room attached to the side of the church, where the baptism was supposed to take place. But since the room was so small, only the ninongs and ninangs were allowed to stay in front. The rest of us loitered in the main part ot the church, making noise, (the wedding was over) picking flowers (from the aisle), exploring the place (churches are always nice to explore).

After the baptism, rabid picture-taking ensued. I guess, memories are better relived when visually accompanied.

I realized how bonded everyone was. Eveyone invited were our neighbors, and we've got this whole happy family-community thing going on. The feeling is just too nice. I can't imagine how close everyone has become, but its apparent everytime one of us has a birthday, or celebration, or whatever. Even in problems we join one another.

Really, it's just like a family.

Then we ate at the nearby Aberdeen Court. The food was... okay, save for the other dishes. The utensils were really bad. D: I think they were a bit dirty. Service was over all bad.

But nevermind--we had cake! Lots and LOTS OF CAKE!

And I died of sugar overload, and we all went home.

By then you'd think my food overload adventures had stopped. Nah-ah! We were pleasantly surprised when they invited us over to their house again for dinner. It was like lunch all over again, except that the food was great and the utensils even better. I confess home cooked food is definitely better. <3

Anyway, Welcome to Christian World, Kerby! ♥

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Yesterday, I took my special entrance examination in UST. While waiting in the lounge (I refer to any waiting place as a 'lounge') a guy who sat beside me was listening to Avenue Q. My inner fangirl was giggly.

The test was okay. It was really cold, just like when I took the UPCAT, but I didn't learn from past mistake and conveniently forgot to bring a jacket. The first test, I wasn't able to answer all. But I guess it was all right since it was indicated there that it wasn't meant to be answered completely. English was pretty easy, and so was Science. The Math subtest killed my brain a bit, especially when it came to the circular functions. ARRRGH.

But it was definitely a lot easier than the UPCAT. (I left many blanks in the said test. ;_;)

I got home around 1pm. For us who were gonna take up Fine Arts, we were given a special test and a talent test. I have a feeling I won't pass both.

Results'll be out on the 22th. Hm.

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listening to: GUILTY BEAUTY LOVE - Miyano Mamoru
mood: D:

It's true: Things can change in a day.

D:

Otanjoobi omedetou, May-neechan!

listening to: Sakura Kiss - Chieko Kawabe
mood: restless

Happy Birthday to my dearest sister MAY~! ♥

May we stay strong and close as ever in the following years that we will sleep in the same bed. (Wait. That sounded a bit disturbing. Oh well.) I LOVE YOU!

[taglish] Wala akong regalo, kaya blog post na lang yay! [/taglish]

We came home from my lola today. We went there Saturday for a sleepover, like we always did during past summer vacations. Mostly our visits there consist of anime marathons (they have Animax on cable, here at home we don't D: ), talk, and rich, comfort food that can only be cooked by someone filled with so much love. So we have to limit our stay there, lest we want to get fat. XD

The supposedly "one-day" celebration thing for May and me was chucked out of the window. When we arrived home, mom was cooking a simple handa for May's birthday. Nothing grand, the only people around to celebrate with her were the family and Louise (her [bf]f), after all. Lunch was rather uneventful.

Everything went downhill after that.

I'm not exactly sure how it started (of course I do. I'm just consciously trying to forget it), but when dad left for work, mom started crying, and the next thing I knew, eveyone was crying as well. Even Lousie was dragged into our mini drama fest, but I suppose he enjoyed comforting May.

Maybe because we were all laughing hysterically the day before. So is there some truth that when you laugh all day today, you'll cry all day tomorrow? Is this some kind of rule of nature? Or just to balance things? The yin-yang thing?

Hmmm. I'll just wait if tomorrow will be a better day.

I want a HS reunion. NOW.

listening to: Osaka Lover - DREAMS COME TRUE
mood: nostalgic

They say that a high school reunion is only done after 10 years or so. But I don't care; I want a high school reunion now! ;____;

I was getting my application form for the UST special entrance examination filled out by the school registrar when I decided to check out the campus (to go emo while reminiscing and stuff) and stumbled upon Jesse. He was in charge of the YECS corner while all the repainting and refurbishing was going around. Since the queue at the registrar was a bit long, we chatted for a while.

I learned that he wasn't going to study as UST anymore, since he really wanted to take up Nursing, but was enrolled in Biology. D: Also Kenneth. I dunno why. I feel sad and alone.

After our chat, I finally got around to accomplishing my forms. Jesse waited for me, and for some reason we decided to pay a surprise visit to Kenneth (who lived like, just beside the school).

Ken was surprised to see me =P. We chatted, and watched tv, and talked and ate. After that we went to James'. XD (Who, according to Jerome and Reginald, had a mini sari-sari store already, so he wouldn't go to college anymore, since his entrpreneurial dreams had been realized fulfilled.)

We saw Tope and Darwin on the way. I presume they came from Bernadette's house.

We chatted yet again. My supposedly 2-hours stay at school stretched into 5 hours. Fwee. I proposed the idea of having a school reunion before classes start. After all, our Farewell Party sucked and we didn't even have a decent Closing party. (Which would have been probably loads better than the former.)

They agreed. ♥ And we all went home around 7pm-ish.

I miss all my Journ classmates. ;_; Especially Missy. ♥

Onto another topic, I still don't know what to take up in college. I'm having second thoughts about dropping my slot in UP, but then I dunno what course to take up in UP. If I pass the USTET, should I take Fine Arts there? Is that really practical? Or should I just consider a computer-related course, which will surely provide me more job opportunities?

Can someone recommend a course in UP? Something preferably not-so-math-related?

God help me. >___<