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.

This is going to be one hell of a month.

Community Organizing. OHN. Lit Thesis . The Stupid Life Plan.

Good god. I've already spent three hours in front of the PC and still haven't written anything worth a shit for the thesis. Unreasonable naman kasi yung minimum ten pages for introduction, tapos yung sa minor themes one paragraph lang. That prof is a psych case, I'm telling you.

This writer's block cannot be any more badly timed. Please please cooperate, brain, and don't desert me in my time of need.

...because I, too, have become a sad, barren person. I've began to suspect that our new bigas is making me lose IQ points. I swear, ever since we used that variant of bigas (dunno what it is called), I can't even think of something remotely witty to my friends. Scary mind-numbing bigas, be careful of them.

Yesterday was the lit prelims, and as expected it was all gas. You know, while lit with Sir Hibek is funny and crazy and insane and very gay, there really are times I wish I had another prof. It's just -- lit is supposed to enable you to think for yourself and philosophize, right? When asked for the theme of a poem or whatnot, as long as you were able to explain intelligently why you thought the theme was such, that should suffice as an acceptable answer. To say that there is only one right interpretation of a poem (which is his interpretation, most probably) is in equal parts egotistic and stupid.

On the bright side, lit with Sir Hibek has made me appreciate poetry more, which is quite a feat considering I can hardly appreciate poetry not from my own pen (or from my friends'). It also brought me Nick Joaquin.

Oh how I love Nick Joaquin! Three Generations is one of the best short stories I've ever read, and I have passed my (also third generation photo)copy on to my friends. I am now nodding beatifically at the computer screen, thinking of my efforts to spread the Nick Joaquin love.

I'm currently hunting for his works. Will visit the lib next week, I swear. If you have any recs, I'd be delighted to hear them. Actually if you could recommend other works by excellent Filipino writers, that'd be great as well. I really must be missing a lot on the whole Filipino literature scene. My shame is as deep as the ocean for reading more European books.

Apparently, updating this blog is now becoming a monthly thing.  I do hope I can make up for the scarcity of entries with a new layout. I've found this gorgeous Gunslinger layout, and I vow to use it very soon because Roland so rocks my shorts.

Anyway, I haven't been updating because I haven't been at home for most of the sem break. I would be terribly pleased if you'll think of my social life as blossoming with that statement.

Of course it isn't, since I'm a loser through and through. But many things did happen--so many that it would be too tiresome to recount--and these past few weeks have been a wild emotional ride for me. I am finishing this short story (for the NJ) based on one of the most important of the events that transpired, and I will post it here very, very soon. Hope you'll get the chance to read it, since I am very nervous and would appreciate your comment about it.

Actually that short story is well on its way on becoming a novel. It is already five freaking pages! At this rate, I would have a grand total of zero readers (aside from my ever loyal friends, that is). People would take one look at the obscene amount of words and run off screaming at the opposite direction.

And dammit, here's something that bugs me: ginawang holiday ang Monday. Tang inis na yan, one day na lang tuloy ang Completion namin! That single day of completion happened this 26, and guess how many gave birth that day.

One. There was only a lone woman who gave birth at Tondo in our shift. Life is unfair, and also, very cruel. Ayokong maghabol ng case eh, mga leche. >:O

Anyway this is the real reason I blogged today:



Haha, so true. XD