arg. sembreak na!

first day of sembreak and guess what i did. talk to shem pretty much all day planning the batch's christmas party.

dangit, drought kung drought. sa cuties [not that i'd have anything to do with them now] sa parties, gimme some booze mon.

arrrg. so for this sembreak i shall:

-cut my hair
-pacheck my teeth
-shop galore
-plan the party
-go to derma
-be his nurse. haha

gutom na ko. bumming around, so we meet again. hahaha.

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written 10/26/2006 1056p

Ooh, as promised, I shall kwento first of something nice. Yesterday, while enjoying the unplanned bonding session with my block before the LegRes finals, it dawned on me that I should have made a survey as to the people’s answer to Question Eleven.

So far, it turns out that I answered the most common provision, Article 19 of Civil Code. Being the most common, therefore not memorable, I might be just a third or even a fourth placer, dammit.

A tie for second placer as to the most amusing answer is shared by Enzo’s answer, Article 3, Civil, and Amai’s provision on support [the latter one was rationalized as to the provision where the money is].

My most favorite so far, and which I think would’ve won the contest had this been real, is this…

Melki: Article 2 of the Civil Code. Because if it weren’t for that Article, Chi Ming Tsoi’s wife would still be married to him and his little _____.

Sorry, that’s all I could remember of his answer. But it was hilarious. Yes, I firmly believe he did use the word for it.

****
Just like what I told Shem, I have this feeling that I am intentionally and unintentionally collecting enemies. Enemies from all directions. Consider the following instances that I think will sooner or later cause me trouble:

a. The girl I blogged about the other time and how I acted became practically a legend in my block
b. Also the other guy who I swear is mapurol too. Mautak, pero mapurol.
c. The bitchy boy. The block just knew how much I am fond of him.
d. The crabbing with the past exams. I swear they’re spineless.
e. The lib closing at 5. During finals. Come on.

I once heard someone say that one who does not have enemies is one who does not have, or stand up for, his principles. But I swear these possible enemies of mine, hmm, I dunno. They tick me off. I think they have something in common, I just don’t know what.

Yeah they say something about my principles and who I am now. I usually am not bothered about brainless people. I don’t pity them. I just mind my business. But once a waste of mass called a brainless creature starts to mess up something which I know I have worked for, I won’t just watch it go to waste.

I know I have to change that. The Executive Secretary’s right, I should learn to save my ammunition. I still get mad eh. I lose poise. When something prejudicial happens to me I get ticked off. I’m learning though, humahaba patience ko. And it’s not as if I can’t do anything about it.

If only my Mom knew what I am doing in school. I never thought I’d do this, but I am actually trying to modify an age-old system. Well, kind of.

****
Shem and I are again in our party mode.

And the sad part is, well for her. She still has crim for Sataday.

We should do what she’s planning for Xmas. And I suggested what they did in Apocento, but she’s right, what is the incentive. Gaaaaad we really should’ve done this for this sem’s finals.

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written10/23/2006 1139p

Lenny Kravitz’ Heaven Help is I swear, the goddesses of Duh Perm’s theme song.

Oooh, and I firmly believe that the Pussycat Dolls are our ates from a different set of mothers.

And they sang the other theme of the goddesses, I Don’t Need A Man.

Although having one isn’t bad at all. Look at the Executive Secretary.

Sorry, I just took my Persons finals a couple of hours ago.

Yeee ever after playing!!!! Wait gotta dance to this.

Flawless to the point of being godly, yet I fell for your imperfections. Haha this really is my song. Wait instrumental.

Real messy beautiful twisted sunshine.

Okay. Now that another song for me is playing, ie., Cry for help, I’ll explain the title. That basically was the million-dollar question for the day. Nobody knew the answer, even Bruce’s students. It was that hopeless that if the question was, “what is the principle of operative fact?” my answer would have been something like this, for real:

I do not know the principle of operative fact. Even your students do not know what that is. In fact, no one in the first year knows what the principle of operative fact is. What does it have to do with persons anyway. Isn’t it more in consonance with constitutional law or statutory construction? Why am I being asked of something I have only heard of now?

But then. A savior by the name of I think Rhea explained that it came from the very first case, Tanada v Tuvera, and it basically meant that a law and the acts done pursuant to it are considered valid until the law will later be declared unconstitutional.

I love her.

Oooh, the sole reason of my unplanned blogging:

11. What do you think is the most important provision in Persons and Family Relations? (5%) NOTE: Please answer this as if you’re in a beauty contest.

I swear, I looooove Bruce.

Get ready to stop and frisk now. Hehe.

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kapal ng mukha ko no. i still have 39 digests to go, which i have to finish by tomorrow. but no, i am like, 39 nalang. kapaaaal.

anyway.

whew. this month's pms moments have been just that, literally, pms-ing. i am pleased to declare that everyday this week i found at least one person whom i wanted to or actually picked a war against. and i am damn proud of it.

monday. persons. bruce sort of told us that ulan might give us a quiz on conjugal to family home. so when ulan had recits about filiation [which if you think about it is sooo freaking easy, just read the codal] the two people who were called couldnt answer, and defensively reasoned that bruce told us about him giving us a quiz on conjugal. so that he resorted to.

and bad part of that was, i didn't study conjugal.

the thing is, before i went to school, i computed the remaining time. we have three meetings to go and like 65% of the book covered pa lang. so i opted to study filiation.

i was swallowing my frustrations at the beginning of the quiz because really, twas my fault if i fail that.

the worse part of that was, i saw the two people, asking their seatmates for the answer.

aaaaaaaarg.

i was so pissed off that when i came back at the lib to squeal in the details to shem, i was literally, nagwawala. i was more mad at the second person to recit, the girl, who is a second year. i swear, ang tanga niya. a mother can disown a kid? gaaad. you dont have to be in lawschool to know that it's only if you're suffering from debility or that depression the brooke shields went through that you do that, but then again, that is a rare moment, something that women who actually have brains and use them would even think about. and yun nga. she is in second year. fine, let's assume she didnt have ulan next year, but at least she knows how it works in lawschool. you finish the book. regardless of what you've reached in class, sa finals, it is assumed you read the entire book. gaaaaaad.

tuesday i dont really like to discuss because it was more of a paranoia. na tipong since i am who i am that's why that person's like that towards me. but it's not proven. basta yun.

wednesday. ooh i love this. our prof in seminar, a priest, just came to class to tell us the coverage for the finals. two people opposed this: the beadle and a classmate from la salle. they thought the reaction paper we are to submit is the finals na. the prof corrected them, not only because he has already informed the other class about the finals, but he cannot think of any other way to gauge what we have learned in seminar. the beadle later on corrected himself, but the other guy just didnt give up easily. if i heard it right pa, he suggested to the prof to lie to the other class as to how he "forgot" that the paper's the finals na pala. but he gave up later on and said it's the prof's decision anyway.

oooh, and. he had to argue this: in la salle, in our theo classes, the finals is usually just a reaction paper. or something.

so when everything's settled na, i asked something. he answered it by writing something in the board but there was no chalk so somebody had to get some pa. while in that lull moment, the pari walked around the room to make kwento probably [shit that's so cono]. he asked the guy if he's working [dahil siya nga ang mareklamo] and the guy said he's going to, soon. the pari inquired as to where, and what the job will entail. the guy answered, rather defensively i might add, "sir is that relevant?"

ang galing di ba. if i continued in my plan of talking to him, my first line would be, "you don't get it no. you're no longer in college, boy."

thursday. this is his day. please dont make me elaborate.

friday. another highlight. i had to wait for practically the whole day for these.

1. consti. prof just gave the quiz questions. the answers to the quiz were say, sections one and two lang. after giving the questions, somebody from the back really had to ask, "sir yun ba yung section 1?"

i blurted out, "ay ang tanga." and i was sitting behind a blockmate who definitely heard it, and two second year students in my back who also are my blockmates in crim.

2. toll. i was happy lining up to get a card when suddenly some kakarag-karag na car recklessly tried to singit before me. i got mad, to say the least. i was using the horn in a rare continuous moment. nakikipaggitgitan pa ako. but when i realized my car's the later one which can incur greater visible dents if i try to stand my ground, i let him singit.

BUT. if the van before him moves and he doesn't, bubusenahan ko siya, nang matagal. kahit nung lumaon na alert na siyang gumalaw, binobosenahan ko pa rin.

meanie? not really.

so. he got his card, i got mine. one of those rare moments na tumabi ako sa isang kotse at inunahan siya. eat my dirt, moron.

tsktsk.

saturday. still his day.

o well. saya di ba. i liked this week. =)

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domicile's finals is on next week, ours the week after that.

and yep, am freaking feeling it already.

everyday this week i seem to find somebody whom i could start a war against. mwahaha.

gluck my dears! lets go tags after!




****ooh, ive just had one of those "what???-i-used-to-like-that-guy-and-now-look-what's-happened-to-him" moment. meanie.

i really am the eternal the one who got away.

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pwede nang mamatay si jv.

giddiyap.

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written 10/3/2006 918a

I think we are again on the brink of experiencing another storm. Last night’s drive home was really scary. My pag-uwi coincided with the heavy raining. It was raining that hard that Shem really had to text me that SLEX was flooded. I dunno if that was her way of advising me out of concern but I just took it as a “yeah, I know” complaint.

Oooh, and I still loved tiptoe walking in Town even with the floor getting roughly washed up.

So. I never thought I would ever say this, but I have had it with free cuts, and no classes. Seriously. I am a couch potato and I can say the free time I had this past week, was tiring. Nakakapagod maging bum, nasettle na natin yun. Namamatayan ka ng neurons. Tumataba ka sa pagbubuhay baboy. Wala kang pera. At yung general feeling na hindi ka nagiging productive.

Lalo na at I know that I have a ton of cramming to do. Digests, and studying for the finals. Back to the real world, I see.

But of course, I have to give it up to Him. The past two weeks have been fun, and honestly, humbling. For the first week, dahil I got pretty much everything I asked for, and a couple of bonuses. For the second week, dahil damn. Even the thought of surviving four straight days of no electricity, no signal is sooo traumatizing.

I feel like my soul, my life’s renewed. Purified, shaken and energized by the past two weeks. And I am giving it up to Him. Salamat, salamat.

Full circle.

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written 9/28/2006 150p

Thursday. Leche siya. Lecheng bagyo. Sinuspend na nga ang klase ng LegRes day, tinanggal na nga ang kuryente, pinatay pa ang cellphone signals.

I’m so mad. While changing sheets kanina my nail chipped, I was so bitter. I was like, “fine cut my nails too. Tutal, you took away my signal. Take it all away from me.”

Bitchsesa talaga.

Because he’s right. Brother Dom at the retreat was right. When he said that our cellphones are our self’s extension. I have known that ever since I held my first phone in Third year high school.

Yup, because I was texting him that’s why I’m bitter. And yes, because there’s a him in my life. Hay. And yes because I have no wifi and Dad forgot to pay the phone bills. How primitive can you get.

Kanina in the first minutes after I realized the problem with the signal, all I kept on thinking was “[insert my favorite cuss word here] how am I supposed to talk to him now” and I hate it. This is one moment when I wish I had my own place and we’ll spend the whole lazy day there, talking and eating and playing jackstone. Haha.

Aggh I miss him already. Bagyo, just give me signal, and we’re okay. =/

11ish in the eve: Trying to stay awake to open the gate when Mom and Dad come home, I thought about what will the 8year old me say if I saw her now. She’ll be speechless as to how gorgeous I’ve become, worship me for my curls but get frustrated about how humble my breasts are, hehe [Was I supposed to warn you guys about that first?]. She will hear about lawschool and give an “o, well” reaction about everything. At least I’m on my way. She’ll anticipate the nicest people I’ve gathered so far to call my friends, and the crazy things I’ve done that made me who I am now. She won’t believe I found Chito. As for my lovelife, she won’t believe it at first that I chose him. He is not the cutest guy I’ve seen, you know. But when she hears from me how I feel about him and how much happiness he fills my soul, my being, she will probably glow for me, and say I have done good, so far. =)

Oh, I’ll tell her of my debut. And ask her why she wasn’t specific as to what will make us successful.

Friday. Finally saw the damage the bagyo brought, at grabe siya. Disaster’s an understatement. There’s a sense of quiet, of respect for the damage habang dumadaan kami sa mga natumbang trees.

But we went to Tagaytay. It was foggy, I loved it. Nagbuhay baboy din kami dahil we bought buko tart and pizza and goto.

All for the love of charging cellphones.

Saturday. Ulan declared that there were classes. I’d say, a wrong move. Even Town ran in generators. Starbs frank was closed. And the lib and the school ran in generators din.

Amurao cancelled at five, my prof never replied. We had to wait outside Kuya Jun’s office until 615. I hated it. I was a useless beadle.

But I got to do one thing. At the Town, Shem and I asked him to transfer the car while we wait for him. We waited for him by saving the parking space. We were standing in the empty space for how many minutes, and I swear that’s one of the things I’ve been wanting to do ever since. And the fact that it sounds and looks crazy makes it all the more worth it. That’s checked off my list then. =)

Sunday. As most of the people I know started getting kuryente back, I became restless and hopeless. The Meralco here in our place is sooo indio. I hate it.

I was on the brink of picking a fight in Jollibee. With an older man. In a pajero. Well, it’s his fault, antanga nya. Balak mauna sa drive thru line. Wag niya akong payabangan ng pajero niya. He saw my car and its bangga. I can always smash his car with the dented part of mine, it’s gonna get replaced anyway.

Oooh, Dad and his friends had a drinking session. They were drinking San Mig Light. I wanted to ask for at least one. Tunggera, haha.

And I realized, while I was moonbathing, that I love Chito. I do. And yes the moon was out Sunday night. I loved the glow. Pale platinum-ish. Twas nice. But there, I love Chito. He makes me and the family happy. I dunno what I’ll do if I lose him.

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Okay, okay. I’ll put this in plain words: nagkasakit ako. I was feverish, I was on the brink of having an asthma attack. And I wanted to go to school Tuesday so that Dad won’t laugh at the thought that it’s payback time for the lakwatsas I’ve had last week.

It suddenly occurred to me that I am not getting younger. Yes I am in the peak of my youth but sooner or later my body’s gonna ask me to repay it with all the abusing I’ve done to it over the years. And though I still don’t get the sense in eating vegetables and other healthy stuff, I vowed, I will stop abusing my body.

I loved the doctor who checked me up. She automatically whipped up this printed excuse letter and started filling it with necessary details. That won’t work in lawschool but I keep it nonetheless, she’s such a sweet doctor.

And I gave it to my Mom. Her now rare chance of being a real mom to me, who takes care of me and gives me my sort of round the clock meds.

But no more sakit. I hate it. I feel powerless.

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As if I wasn’t tired enough, I went to La Salle for the end of Bar festivities. I met him up and we picked up Shem and met up with Melo and Haze there. Oh, I was also wearing the pink racerback that he gave me. At according to him para akong hinuhubaran ng mga taong nakakasalubong naming, kamusta naman kasi, I was wearing my favorite Jag jeans and my “oo-senyorita-ako-now-get-me-coke” bubuyog shades.

But still. Kamusta pangbubugaw natin, muffin.

Kaya tuloy, yun. If holding hands can get you pregnant, I might be on my way.

ANYWAY, so tono ni Ereneta. I loved it. Andaming tao. Talo ang fiesta. I should’ve worn something dark colored and less skimpy, nagbabasaan pala ng tubig. But I didn’t like that somebody from Beda threw something that smelled like vinegar sa crowd. Eeerg.

We visited all that matters to us: Beda camp, UP camp, Ateneo camp, and Aquila camp. Somebody glowed, yun na yun. Ate Ceia really had to text about the abundance of cuties in that camp, and boy was she right. Then we met up Jaye who’s in the camp right next to Aquila, and she convinced him. SINAGOT NA NIYA AKO! =)

But it was fun. We cheered in Beda’s crowd and saw Kiko. We got scared of all the tapunans that we ended us in home, and cheered there.

And get this: Boss waived at us. And he was aboard U’s truck.

Shit, I want to upload the pics, dammit.

The real reason why you go to salubongs like that is hope. Hope that one day you’ll be the one cheered for by the younger students of law. Tsk. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

And then. The family went to UST Hospital, to visit his lola. His lola was already nagtatampo because her favorite apo hasn’t visited her yet since Wednesday. So we went with him.

His Mom and Dad were there! He sort of got me cornered there but I had Shem with me. His Tita and cousin and brother were introduced to us also.

Strangely though, I didn’t feel ahhm, pressured. I wasn’t introduced as to who I really am to him. And really. If it weren’t because I wasn’t feeling well and that I had to go home early, I would have stayed there longer. It was a nice place, I meant the atmosphere was nice. Parang wala lang. Ok lang.

In fact, his mom reminds me of mine, a thought that Shem found interesting.

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written 9/23/2006 1233p

Ayos. Takilyalistik.

Friday. Started the day with my Mom greeting me through my double-locked door, and Chito trying to open it so that he could wake me up.

And then I was not asking for breakfast but Net went up to me and brought this Tupperware. She made fettuccine for my birthday. And of course, Chito still had the idya that it’s HIS birthday, so he bullied me into giving him pasta.

Oh, this was happened while I was texting with Melodya, who has heard already of the nice things I’ve done so far in Beda. Chizmax does travel fast, especially when the one relaying the chisms is glowing with pride. Anyway, Melodya had Chico and Delamar greet me, oo parang close no. Haha.

So I went to Alabang. Had a nice breakfast with him at Pancake House. And I swear the woman sitting next to our table was Vida’s mom. Anyway, wala lang. Loved breakfast. I’ll make sure the morning room in my house [or whatever that’s called] gets really high ceiling. I amazed myself when I thought I couldn’t finish the 2piece cheese pancake with bacon on the side tapos nangunguha pa ako ng food niya. Buhay baboy, istatute.

Yea, I have a thing with nicely wrapped gifts. Yeap I just failed the marshmallow test for that last night. I was hesitant in opening the gifts lalo na nung perfect ang wrapping. Tsktsktsk.

We picked up Shem, and she greeted me na [kasi I was complaining that she hasn’t yet] and gave me little stampy thingie [haha] na Aurora. CUTENESS. Her face is a bit deformed and barely resembled the real thing but I’m happy with just the thought that she got it for me on my day and I don’t have to go to Market Market.

Araneta, our home for practically the whole week. We got second row seats in the middle of the upper A crowd and I loved it. Shem I think loved her seat also if not only for the paranoia that her stalkers might be having a swell time drooling over her from upper B. I still maintain that life would have been better had they provided more balloons. Kalbo ang crowd eh.

How will I describe the game. Hmmm. The team made the crowd’s cheers worth it. It was a close fight come second half, after achieving a twenty-ish “that’s-what-you-get-for-not-giving-us-the-crown-Wednesday” lead. Hindi ba, frustrating. Everybody was standing and raising a pointed hand everytime a player takes a shot. At ang kaclassic ng shots, in fairness. I saw a little of Ekwe’s signature palpal unlike Monday, but damn he really is the one who holds everyone together.

Fine. Ekwe and Almajar. Expect Mumiel or JV to correct me with the second guy’s name. Parati ko kasing inaaway yung guy na yun eh. Monday palang napaghahalataan na swak pero I proved it finally Wednesday. Swak sa kanya yung ganitong description:

A: Magaling bang basketball player si Almajar?
B: Cute siya.

Kasi cute naman talaga siya, in fairness. Gwapo, even. But I swear his game Monday and Wednesday, tsktsk. I only knew of his existence this week fine, but I knew from the beginning that he could’ve done better. That he’s not doing his best. Na pangdefense lang siya.

He proved me wrong yesterday. I think he got 23 points. Good job then. I have always held that I want to be proven wrong when it comes to things like that. He rose up to the challenge and we are all benefiting from it.

Yun nga. They basically wasted the 20 point advantage. They didn’t give it away easily fine, but they gave it away nonetheless. But just like what JV said, it’s already moot and academic to talk about it, because we won.

It was seriously, pure luck. Beda had only a point lead. Like ten seconds to go and it’s PCU’s ball. They took a shot, hindi shoot. Kinuha ng Beda. And people started jumping and cheering and really, thanking Him.

Adik di ba. Pure Luck. But it was worth it. I looked at all the crowd behind me and it felt good to be around all these people. Nagkakaroon na ng puso ang prinsesa para sa Beda.

Pero fine. I didn’t like some of the stuff they shout at PCU. Yung squatter, yung bulok at yung lahat ng klase ng maliit na isda. Just like what Shem said, Beda seemed to be the uneducated one because of the remarks. But fine, I laughed when we kidded about the PCU not having money to buy tickets, and yes when his friend was trying to give the PCU cheerleaders money because of their pang-bar na presentation. Meanie, I know.

Sige, pagbibigyan ko siya. It was his first time planning a party, one for ME. So even if I already knew of the plan after the game pa lang, I went along with it and tried to not say a word. Nakakatuwa e, let him make all these excuses as to why his Mom kept on bugging him. But I was surprised with Patty and dear Paopao and the little gifts.

Oh, a classic instance of how automatic rationalization is for me: somebody said something about Pepe not yet feeding Ana. And he said, “don’t worry, mamaya, sa cake.” The normally slouching me was alerted by that but then a thought came into my mind, tipong, o well, I should be sanay with that by now, so I let it go. While everybody else was killing him in their minds. And then, he realized his slip. Saya. Classic =_= huh.

Hahaha. It was a fun night. I thought Pepe’s cake was fun. Yeap I know this will come out as a surprise but I sort of wished my cake was naughty like his. A naughty sans rival cake. Or cheesecake. Hehe.

And they gave me precious gifts! I especially love the thing for the car. Wala bang ganun na ang nakasulat ay bitchsesa? Gusto ko nun, gusto ko nun. Tas yung frame, it’s so gay, it’s so me. I just have to look for the perfect picture for it.

I loved my day. It was a really fun one. I was constantly glowing, apir pumpkin. I know I am being selfish in saying this but gaaad I wish my days are always like this.

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15-17. BASICALLY, haha. Little did we know that the retreat’s the start of our pagbubuhay baboy. Hahaha.

So. I thought I was going to be left by the bus. I left at 745 when the bus leaves at 8. Saya. But I wasn’t the last to arrive. While waiting for the people who came later than me, Shem and I exhibited our incapacity to delay gratification by reading the retreat letters that the other goddesses [and yes I meant that to include him] wrote us. We were ditzy as hell, cooing over everything every single time.

Then we arrived in Batangas. The same retreat house. What’s the first thing that we did? Right. We had merienda. And got introduced to the retreat master who held the mahiwagang bell. And was sent to our rooms [which we chose. Shem and I were the last to be given a room, sadyang matira ang matibay ang labanan dun.]. Then we had lunch.

Turns out, the retreat was about that: pagbubuhay baboy and talks about guess what, love. I couldn’t believe it at first that that’s everything we had to discuss but well, if you think about it, that where everything springs from.

I liked their approach. I thought they’ll be strict and forbid even using cellphones. But no. I liked that they treated us like adults.

Ooh, and my birthday gift for myself: I confessed. Sobrang burden off talaga. Six years is more than enough, really.

And I liked Goal!. I want a copy of that.

It was not really a retreat, it was more of a time to take a break from everything. A time to be not law students.

Game Monday

Started the day quite early. Shem and I looked like die-hard fans of the basketball team because we were in Araneta at 7am. We were ashamed of that at first, but well, well.

We were the first in the line. And guess what, we got Patron seats! O di ba, dyosang- dyosa. Never in my three years’ stay in La Salle have I experienced sitting in patron.

Then we had a date in Gateway. It’s nice pala no, the ambiance reminds me of Plant. We went upstairs, sa floor ng cinemas, sat in the egg-shaped seats, and read. Consti for me, Persons for Shem. Adik, lawst students. Ooh, we had lunch at Pizza Hut Bistro. Ohh, reminds me of the other goddesses. =(

May I just say. At first the sight of 80% red shirts was scary. But it grows on you, it does.

While staying at Coffee Bean, fixing a personal problem of mine, Kuya Jun, his wife and the rest of the people in Alabang started arriving. Andun din stalker ko. Later on, Ulan himself arrived.

The worth-it moment of the day: while asking the usher where our seats were. Ulan poked me in the arm, and basically had this conversation with us:

Ulan: Sino kasama niyo?
Shem and I: Kami lang po.
Ulan: Ang sosyal nyo ha, samantalang ang mga kasama nyo nasa taas.

Oooh, in case I haven’t explained it yet, Ulan’s the Vice Dean but technically is the Dean of Alabang Law. And yes, he got lower box seats.

Bwahahah.

The game was fun. I loved Ekwe’s palpal. The guy whom most girls have a crush on was a bit bano. But I thought the game was worth the waking up early in the mawn.

And yeap. I adored, the little kids who cheered during half time, although Shem found that pedophilic. I really should learn that Oompa chant.

Later in the evening while talking to him we discovered something funny. See, Shem was seating at B1, me at B2 and some man at B3. AND. His family occupied B4-B7. and I didn’t know. Ayos. Indirect meet the parents huh.

Tuesday. I woke up with the thought at the back of my head that it’ll be just a quiz for Persons. And boy, was I right. By one in the afternoon people started texting me that the coverage would be acp. Was that freaky, or I just know Ulan that well.

And the atmosphere in the school just changed. Just like what I told Shem, nagiging tao na kami. People were actually talking to us notwithstanding the possibility of getting sucked in inside our bubble. And we especially me, we now talk to them. Hindi na ako takot sa karamihan sa kanila. I dunno why it’s like that; I’m betting on the combination of the effects of the retreat, the game yesterday, the little banderitas and the lechon they’ve hidden somewhere.

[But I am offering a little tip to my stalkers {haha, kapal talga.}: be a friend. Act as if I am a normal friend you don’t like. Because if I get the hunch that I am being eyed on, I get scared, I get aloof. This suggestion is good only in the presumption that one merely wants to admire from afar. Dahil kung mismong da moves na ang pinag-uusapan, ask Shem. She loves making announcements with her invisible portable microphone.]

Ten te ne nen.

But I love it. Of course. I feel like I am slowly getting in the zone [yup, sa tono ng song with the same title ni Britney.] and honestly, I feel like everything’s putting itself into place [arrrg grammar schammar alert]. Is it a good thing, then, to be giddy about Friday as early as after midterms that as the day gets nearer, everything is somehow always just how I like them to be?

I am honestly astounded. Just how right Coelho was when he wrote about the universe conspiring to give you what you want. So it pays to speak up and do your share.

And btw, I can party na. Wala lang.

Btw2. A blockmate of mine replied when I forwarded the text about the quiz, “thanks Madam.” Oha. Tinalbugan ang tawag saking Mam ng domicile. =p [But then again, he called our beadle who’s a guy the same thing. Hmmm.]

Btw3. A friend, after listening to my reason how come I highlight my books in a gay manner and tadtad them with little notes [sori, I just can’t think of the English word for that], gave up trying to understand me, actually described me as nakakadugo ng ilong, and left to try to breathe. Refreshing dava. Shem and I just couldn’t believe it. Antagal na tapos ako pa. Ako pa ha. Hindi niya lang alam, kaya ako maputla e.

Btw4. Shem and I sitting in Powerbooks’ carpeted floor, reading one astrology book that freaking hits the bulls eye, 80% of the time. And we were amazed at how accurate it is. How ditzy can we get huh.

Wednesday Twas a tiring day, physically and emotionally. Shem and I had to line up in Araneta, only to find out that what’s left were upper B tickets, and upper A’s standing room starts lining up at twelve.

The atmosphere got a bit heated, and Shem actually joined in the fun. I was like the girlfriend who stands beside the naghuhurumentadong tb-hing ‘boyfriend’. But it was their fault. Magulo ang sistema.

Mahirap kasi ang makalasap ng Patron seats. You’re given the best that’s why you only expect the best. That’s what failed us both. We loved, absolutely adored the thought that we were in Patron Monday, that being in Upper A isn’t even remotely fine.

The worst part of it all? Tinambakan pa sila. Twenty plus points. A lot of the audience, including us, sort of walked out the coliseum not out of pagkapikon, but because of lining up for the tickets, which turned out to be released at 9 in the mawn the following day. Hay, stress.

And my voice is starting to show my kapaguran. Namamalat ako.

Thursday. The family lined in Araneta at around 8 in the morning and there were people ahead of us already. Araneta was being bitchy, saying at first that the only tickets left are for Upper A, then later Upper B. People who lined up after us well fine, including us, were freaking mad. The woman who’s very first in the line was shouting and yes, nagwawala. I was starting to be scared, let’s just say La Salle’s system is much peaceful, organized than this.

Then they gave in. They said they’re selling twelve patrons and nineteen upper boxes.

But seriously. Leche yung babaeng umaangal. Walong tickets kinuha. When one person’s allowed to get just two tickets. Tapos may dalawang scalpers pang ahead of us. They looked suspicious and boy, were they quiet, with a secret smirk on their faces when the bona fide Bedans were loudly complaining.

Aaarg I hate them. I hate the system. It’s too political. When did the world start to be this messy. Gaguhan tayong lahat.

Then we went home, had lunch at Grams. Shem ordered cheese steak for take out. I can’t remember what he ordered, but I think there was soup. He got Mel onion rings. Oooh I am craving as I type. =p

Then we went to school. Nakakatawa, Shem and I acted like boarders. After settling in, instead of studying, the ditzy lesbian couple occupied two cubicles, na magkahiwalay naman, and slept. Well, Shem said she had a catnap lang but mine was longer, and really, quite needed. After that we ate the onion rings that she got. Then I bought fries. Then we walked around the school like superbisoras. Then Shem was asked by Kuya Jun if we lined up for tickets. Then we sold him the extra ticket we had. Then we realized we are Alabang’s scalpers, and our greatest regret for the day was not hoarding enough. Then we went outside the school. Then we ate the cheese steak that she bought. Then we went to “class”.

Well mine was more of that, “class”. Her prof’s the one who makes sure the class gets their moneys’ worth. Mine ahmm, hmmm. It’s like I didn’t leave.

So. My block went to the lib to do what the activity for the meeting was, making a legal opinion re sex changed individuals. Fun fun. Shem helped me with pretty much everything, even down to how the flow must be. I really had to tell her that that act of hers reminded me of someone, about a year ago.

And then I get a text, saying that I should be at Pancake Frank at 9 the following morning.

The celeb has began.

Oooh, and I started glowing.

I went home, and my parents were nowhere. Until like eleven. Then at eleven thirty they couldn’t wait any longer, because they had to sleep na, they lighted the candle in the cake and sang to me. And my Dad told Mom, “sige na Ma, bigay mo na gift niya. Tignan mo, ni hindi na nga makangiti o.” which if you’re living with them you won’t really know as to its verity. And even if it’s true, there’s an 80% chance it won’t be what you wished for. Maybe it’s a clothing material. A night gown. A perfume. A piece of jewelry. Ooh btw, I just remembered. For my 18th birthday my dad gave me this bracelet, with chains and little locks, as in gates’ locks, on it.

And she brings out a Smart paperbag. I was hesitant to open it. Half glowy and half disbelieving. I got an N70.

Tsktsktsk. And it’s just eleven thirty.

Then he calls me up, waits for twelve, sings to me, and texts his brother as to how to open an N70.

Shit, my birthday has arrived.

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