My belief that a near-death experience would lead to a reappraisal and redirection of one's life has been mercilessly smashed into tiny tiny pieces, because I've come thisclose to drowning and my life doesn't seem all that changed. I mean, not really. Okay. Not at all.

It's all very patalo: I was getting tired with all the wave-jumping business and kind of spaced out, which turned out to be a very stupid thing to because two seconds later I was snorting liters of pool water.

I clung on for dear life to a limb that turned out to be connected to Pau. Since I wasn't able to shriek for help because of the water in the lungs thing, she was the one who did that.  With flourish. Cue in twenty seconds of heroic carrying and frantic coughing, and I was good as new.

I do hope I'm not getting way ahead of my self when I say:

FOURTH YEAR NA KOOOOOOO!!!

I know I still have to wait for results of The Tests patiently like a loyal pup, but come on. Now is a time for wild celebratory jigs! And pizza! And also for a little looking back, since you can't say "senior" without evoking a certain sense of nostalgia.

To commence, a tiny tribute to these people...






(I purposely didn't use an lj-cut because this picture is way too pretty for such banalities.)

Even if sometimes they make me chew my hair in rage, I love my RLE to pieces. God blessed me with siblings at school! Isn't that great!

And also, since I wouldn't feel like a decent and mature person in the least unless I do this, here goes

My Admission That Sir Hibek And Sister Vinoya Helped Me Become A Better Person

Because they did. I know I spent most of the year (most of the second sem, in Sister V's case) silently hating them with a hate that knows no name nor measure, but looking back, I can say with total honesty that it did me good. Of course I can't say that I've learned to budget my time or prioritize better or something to that effect because uh, I didn't. But I'm made of stronger stuff now and much more sure of my self and of what I can do.

Two days ago, in what can only be called as a fit of madness, I opened another multiply account. Considering that I can not even update this LJ--who is my firstborn and also my soul mate (we have an incestuous relationship)--and my first multiply of loserness has been rotting over the interwebz, I think I may be starting a doomed project, but what the hey. It's not like I've got anything better to do.