Moving Forward!

Yes, I am alive!

I can't say "I'm back" though, for one main reason: there is no assurance that I am indeed back on the blogging, and if this time it is for real. The past three months were a whirlwind of learning and adjusting to new people, places, things... New life, perhaps?

What I can say is that my blogging would still be intermittent bordering on nil-nada-zilch. Aside from the fact that I rarely use a computer outside the office now, when I do, I always end up choosing to do other things. I love writing, especially if it's recording my daily life experiences, musings, and whatnot, but sometimes I find comfort in just keeping things reserved. At some point, I felt like I was on the verge of winning the Queen of Overshare crown. As much as it sounds like it's a royal award, I don't think I would like that.

Anyway, this will probably be the last of my journal entries...

For the year! Haha! I don't think I can ever let go of this blog. I've deleted a ton of things that contained years of memories; all those posts prior to the first entry of the rebirth of this blog, and I'm not about to put this all to waste. I will keep this like it's treasure.

I probably won't be writing as frequently as I did when I was in school; back when I had time to write endlessly because I always put off doing my homework. Haha! And I probably won't be writing as much about the details of my life, just because. I never really worried about security or stalkers or whatever; I always believed that I was responsible for everything I published and I still hold that idea that everything that goes on here will be accountable to me. It's just that life gets pretty mundane one moment and super exciting the next. I guess if I write about everything from both ends and everything else in between, I would run out of things to say, and I wouldn't want that. Or if I keep having words to say, which is mostly the case, I would become less interested in what life has for me.

I want to keep this blog for... I dunno. I don't wanna have a purpose for this anymore. Maybe this creature of habit finally found her kryptonite at breaking the writing habit, I don't know. It would be sad but rest assured that I will be coming back. To write about a new career opportunity, to write about family, to write about life and love, to write about the random things I always do, to write about what what drives me to go through day to day...

That said, I will be moving forward, with myself, with work, with family, with love... With life. I am now keeping a journal (yes, the old school one!) and so far have been unsuccessful at making the quota of writing one entry a day! Haha. Quantity doesn't deem to important nowadays when all that matters is that I write with the heart and the mind in the same direction.

Thank you, 2011. You have been an amazing, amazing, amazing year. No words for the greatness you have brought into my life. Welcome, 2012. I have high hopes with you!

And to you, my friend, here's to yet another year gone by and to another year to make hella awesome memories again! Cheers!

Quarter Life Musings

I wrote this earlier this afternoon while I was in the office, idling away into a void. There are days like such at work. Oh, but that's a day in my life lately. The amount of work spikes and dips like crazy, which solely depends on the demands of my boss. Not that he demands in-a-bad-way-demands for things to be done, he's a nice boss! *buyaaag, knocks on wood*

Anyway, it's the eve of my 21st birthday, and for the first time in weeks, I shall post an entry in my seemingly neglected cyberspace of a blog.

It's the eve of my 21st birthday and for the first time in weeks, I have decided to write down all my musings that have been on my mind for a couple of months now.

It has been just a little over a month when I defended my thesis; yes, my thesis that has plagued this blog for almost a year! Before my thesis term happened, I vowed to focus, focus, and focus! Having no more than three academic units that term when thesis started, I certainly had no other responsibilities, save for my beloved Green Media Group (GMG). Since then, I seem to have lost connection to the outside world. It's not like I lost my social life totally (because I admit I lost half of it) or that I suddenly decided to become a hermit or hide under a rock; it's more like living life entirely and solely for the completion of thesis. For seemingly endless months, thesis had been my life.

I won't delve on thesis any more since, like I said, this blog is full of it. If you track back until around say, September 2010 in Retrospective Perspective (archives), and you'll find the answers to all your questions. Haha!

Anyway, that part of my life is over and done, but the heartache lives on, insiiiide. TOTALLY KIDDING. (If you're someone I really get along with, admit it, you sang that part. Haha.) Seriously, now that it's over and done, I have been thinking about a lot of things: from the past, all those mistakes and learning from them; the present, how thankful or spiteful I have become toward a lot of things; and the future, what lies ahead as I linger in this uncertain present.

This isn't exactly "quarter life crisis" like what a few of my peers say that they're currently experiencing or recently have undergone. For one, I see no crisis in my situation; and two, let me save us the argument by saying that the average lifespan of a human being is about 80 years old, so I can definitely say that at 20, this is quarter life. Haha!

I have done way too many things in only two decades. Presenting, my life summary so far.

For the earlier part of my life, I may have only acted according to somebody else's will (say, my parents) because they say it's what's right or it's for the best. Also during my childhood, I probably just thought, acted, and spoke the way that society and culture expected me to. Looking back on that part of my childhood, I have no regrets. I was just a kid after all. I can even say that I have had a great childhood. You know, nothing tragic like homes catching fire or serious illnesses; nothing extraordinary like winning the lottery as well. I couldn't have asked for anything more when I was born into a loving home with a dad and mom who love each other unwaveringly to create a nurturing environment, and a brother who I share a love-hate relationship with; you know how siblings are.

When I finally learned to think, act, and speak out of my own volition, I also began to realize how complex the seemingly simple things have become. Maybe they were complicated to start with and I was just too young to realize it; or that they have always been pretty easy and I have grown to be the eccentric over-thinking being that I am. Either way, I have no regrets. I have done stupid things that cost me and some others their valuable time, effort, and energy; something I'm not very proud of, but we all have those skeletons in our closets, don't we? Yet I make sure to never let it surface. I have become a beacon of negativity during a short phase of my adolescent life. That's one thing I would prefer to be erased from my memory, but that would mean I won't learn from it.

I can proudly say that I am not that person anymore. Well, at least when it came to perspectives about life in general. Dad constantly reminds my brother and I about, beyond physics, how the law of attraction (The Secret by Rhonda Byrne) will keep us motivated about anything we set our minds to; and mom makes sure we don't just hear dad's words of wisdom but actually listen to it and live it.

The new chapter of my life when I started studying at the university back in 2007 was a turning point for most of what and how I am now. College changed me from that wallflower back in high school. 2008 didn't make much positive difference, though, making a big leap from awesome to plain ohmygod-why-is-this- happening. Gladly, 2009 was the year of recovery and recuperation, the year of steady! Come 2010, my college batch mates started graduating and gettin jobs, while I, completing my course curriculum requirements stayed at university and making good use of my spare time being immersed and trying to be useful to GMG. Thesis was set to commence that year as well. The rest is history, let's leave it at that. Haha, you know it when you know about it and my lips stay sealed; I'd love to give my emotions a break! Haha.

As for 2011... Brace yourself for the cliche. It is a rollercoaster ride.

Inexplicable level of stress. Too much unnecessary drama. Bewildering spontaneity. That and everything else! I'd be exaggerating but it's safe to say that everything that can happen to me to make my life interesting has probably happened already.

And most recently, my forthcoming graduation from the university, finally. October 15, 2011, mark it.

Highest of highs and lowest of lows, thirteen terms of going to and from both ends of the emotional spectrum is the best four years and three months of my life. For everything, regardless of anything, I am and will forever be grateful! Thank you, Lord.

Today, I say good bye and thank you for the irreplace much more and memorable twenty years! And cheers to you for being a proactive part of my life. Cheers to creating a lot more of those in the years to come!

See you around in this voyage to greatness!

Emancipation

For the past months, I have not veered away from the topic of thesis in most of my blog entries. I'm more thankful that you stuck around for this long than I am sorry that this is getting sickening for you. After all, I don't have a particular theme for my blog, but me. Haha, pardon the narcissism if that's how you see it because not once have I intended for this to be in such way; just my online memory box. Anyway, back to the issue.

I hope and pray that THIS shall be the last of my thesis-related blogging saga, because today, my thesismates and I are finally emancipated from all requirements of our degree program's curriculum.

In behalf of Meryl and David of Working Lunch Productions, *insert magical chimes SFX* behold, all 55 pages of nine laborious yet fulfilling months of thesis goodness, hard-bound for the University Archives!

Sure, graduation is a month and a half away but I can't dwindle into idleness, right? Thus, September 1 marks the onset of an uncertain future.

Oh, Mullet!

So I got my hair cut, right, and I've been getting mixed comments from a diverse set of people:

1. Lesbian. Yes, this had to go first. It hit home so bad I still feel like my brother's fist hit me right between the eyes. No offense to the LGBTQ community, though! I love, support, and respect you with all my heart and my friends can attest to that. I just didn't expect it; much less from my brother!
2. Younger. Oh, really? Yay me, then!
3. Mature. What? Make up your minds, friends.
4. Dancer. As in the likes of hip-hop (for lack of better term?) dancers. I dunno, must be the "swag" that comes with it? Haha!
5. Rocker. Again, it must be the swag? *sigh* This remains a mystery...
   

NOT!!!

As a tribute to my hair for surviving both pleasant and harsh comments straight from the hearts of friends and (frenemies, haha kidding) for the past six days, I finally confirmed what style my hair is sporting now: mullet! I know, it was big with women of the 80's (Cyndi Lauper was one of the wilder pegs) and not in this decade, nuh-uh.

Somehow I wanted something different and all I told the stylist was to keep the length, add body, and layer until my head feels lighter. And it did feel a lot lighter after cutting most of the outer part of my shoulder length hair almost to the bangs-level! Another thing, the peg from previous blog entry is definitely what my hair style is now! Haha!

My friend Jacob helped me to finally identify the closest and most appropriate (should have been) peg: THE RUNAWAYS!

Kristen Stewart for The Runaways (2010) with her role as Joan Jett.

Well, my hair's not as razor-snipped-layered as the photo above, but a thick set of locks like mine with a little over the ideal amount of poof calls for fly-away-in-all directions kind of style!

Now I get why some said "rocker" look!

I'll post a decent photo of my so-called Joan-Jett-inspired-but-not-really hair as soon as I get enough hours of sleep so I don't look like I've been sporting the wasted-ish rocker look. Because I'm not. My eyes just happen to have the natural "smokiness" to it; also known as eye bags. HAHAHA!

So this will be it for now.

P.S.

I've been so stressed, emotional, and anxious today. This entry has been very therapeutic.

Doing What You Love

There are certain things that seem ordinary to a lot of people but not to you. It ignites the tiniest spark of interest that grows into this uncontrollable wildfire of ideas that results into an overwhelming mass of motivation and eventually, fulfillment.

Most people won't give a hoot that I love exhausting myself with backstage and media productions. In fact, some might hate such activity. No matter how much hassle it is when interspersed with college and family responsibilities among other things, I do it for the love of giving into what makes me happy. Sure, the demands can be improbable, but that doesn't mean I can't improvise to make the tasks possible; tried and tested, my friend: four years! I lived through four years of bureaucracy by bending but never breaking rules because I know I will only be truly happy to know that I tried and risked, at the least. I do what I do because I love how people of all walks of life become a part of my success and fulfillment.

By doing what you love, you add a little extra effort in and the inevitable extra exhaustion hits rock bottom to the point of power depletion. Doing what you love makes all the effort and energy spent worthwhile! The payoff is always the trophy and gold medal to your seemingly endless marathon, knowing that from the gun start, you have been determined to breeze through it all to the end.

Sometimes, though, I feel that what I do is thankless. (Believe you me, I'm not yearning for credit where it's un/due; four years with my school org taught me that. It's just that I'm a person, too, and I hit rock bottom sometimes. Haha.)

I worked as production assistant today, to a project that my friend is producing, care of the production company she's currently connected with. And I realized that the thanklessness I felt/feel is not always the case with the industry I'm moving around in. It depends with the client/people you're dealing with, the weight of the workload, and the massive amount of pressure upon your shoulders.

In contrast to what I experienced with previous projects (I'm not about to specify where these projects took place and who are involved, haha), today taught me that regardless of your passion in what you do, external forces (such as people's understanding of your task, purpose, or whatnot) determine the intensity of fulfillment that awaits you in the end.

When people understand what, why, and how you do what you love, you're on the way to trashing the idea that your productiveness equates to nothing more than just exhaustion! Ultimately, just make sure you do it out of your own free will and not obligation or coercion. What matters is what's practical and I say practical is whatever makes your heart leap for joy. ;)

Four Generations

Four generations of Green Media Group VP-Externals. Taken at GMG's GA for T1, AY 2011-2012, Y405, by Frank Francisco.

From Ayis to Cee to Memzie to Arlene... Lahat may side bangs swept to the right. Lahat dumaan sa braces. Above all, lahat maganda. :)) Number one yun sa job description and contract. Haha!

Like what Arlene said, I'm so glad to have been a part of this lineage of responsibility, commitment, and dedication. :)

Gotta Keep On Writing!

Missing in action over this blog for almost three weeks, I cannot stress any further how thesis and practicum has made me crazy-busy.

Thesis business has transcended from research and paper writing to scriptwriting and all the crazy pre-production requirements, and finally, shooting; and re-shooting this weekend! I hope we capture better shots this time around so it's all down to stitching all the clips together into a winner thesis video! Haha. And then there's practicum! It's not that taxing, really. I can't say much yet because I think I need to gather all my thoughts first, haha. But it's fun! The only thing I dislike about it is that I live so far away! (It's not even an aspect of practicum, I know. Haha.) Anyway, practicum days have become a process with regard to commuting: jeep-MRT-walk to the office, and then reverse on my way home.

I also love how my best friend and I don't get sick of each other or fight or whatever kahit araw araw na kaming nagkikita at buong araw magkasama. Hello, maybe that's why we're best friends? Haha. We have not run out of things to talk about, thank heavens. Or maybe because we can't help that our minds have the same brain works.

The Test Run

That's a working title. That, or The Ortigas Experience? Or The Ortigas Explorers? Or The Practicum Hunting? Or The 5 Km Exercise? Or... Ugh. I can't even!

Meryl and I hunted down our soon-to-be-practicum office in Ortigas. You know, to get the feel of the commute experience; how long it takes, how far we need to walk, things like that. What's funny was that we were being our usual selves while in the MRT: chatty mode. The first flaw came from my mouth as we spontaneously alighted at Shaw instead of Ortigas. Let's not make the storytelling as long as the time it took us walking, and just say that we were forced to explore.

Basically, there was a lot of evaluating, strategizing, and overthinking. After which, there wasn't much thinking going on anymore. I swear, we tried. We really did try to understand how the Golden Spoon ordering process worked. Hahaha! What is, mind and body is wasted?

We never got it right because we had to keep turning major left. Get it? *HIGH FIVE* What a way to end January, right? I hope February wouldn't be as exhausting. NOT. Wishful thinking!

Lesson learned: It's useless to consult a map if you can't identify North from South. T_T

Emotions On Overdrive

You know when a girl has this time of the month that the red flag is raised? Based on observation, hearsay, and experience, that's when the girl becomes too emotional and sensitive over the smallest things. Well, my hormones must be running wild! See, I recently finished that part of the cycle, okay TMI, but I can't get any more ridiculous today!

I stayed home all day, partly because I had no business in school or elsewhere. I was drained from yesterday, too. But for the most part, I was (still am) scared to bits about the recent bus bombing incident at Ayala Ave. So I stayed in my pajamas, had n bowls of cereals, and watched newly downloaded movies.

Emotions On Overdrive (EOO) Symptom # 1:

I laughed too much while watching Easy A. Well, props, if it really was that funny. I loved it! Also, I got too excited about Olive's wit and the whole wordplay thing going on. I felt so down for her when things got really messed up. Like, come on, Cee. What up?

EOO Symptom # 2:

I cried over a random scene in Across the Universe when the movie barely started laying out its plot. I thought I recovered well when I began to sing with the cast to the tunes of The Beatles. No, bad recovery, even. I bawled my eyes out some more during Jude and Lucy's forcied means of separation.

While enjoying my movie-watching, Mom alerts me about an incident in one of the residential condominiums currently under construction at Paseo de Roxas. Construction workers were killed from a gondola fall of almost 30 floors.

EOO Symptom # 3:

Add to the fact that the recent incident was spine-tingling, I can't believe I got goosebumps all over my body. I can't help but be all jumpy and jittery at the smallest things. Makati City has been the hot spot for bad news lately.

Last year's season of American Idol bored me. After the new set of judges for American Idol 10, though, I got myself quite hooked again. Plus, I expected that talents were running low, so I felt rejuvenated to see that this year, a lot of hopefuls can still bring it! Take Chris Medina from the Wisconsin auditions.

EOO Symptom # 4:

Come on. It's not only his tragic story, which I think will be bashed by haters very soon; say a couple of hours. He sang the most beautiful of all songs in my life's soundtrack. He sang it really well with his own twist. I'm the The Script was proud of him. And how can I not shed a tear when he said, "What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?" I hope men in all forms and walks of life were listening.

My eyes are too puffy now.

Working Lunch Goes Working Sunday

My thesis group, Working Lunch Productions, covered the Marian Procession at Intramuros, Manila today. Actually, it was just Meryl and I. Our other group mate, David, couldn't make it because of a tennis game he had to play in; something like that.

Anyway, I just wanted to immortalize this day. I don't usually go to religious festivities unless it's required in school or mandated by the family. So today's Marian Procession was sort of an I-have-no-other-choice kind of thing. We need to have footage of this annual event, happening only every first Sunday of December sponsored by the Department of Tourism and the Intramuros Administration, for future use for our thesis project.

I bought the family some souvenirs. Haha. Just to remember this day by, you know?

Armed in Meryl's SD video camera, and her in her DSLR, we trooped around and along Aduana-General Luna Streets to cover the main event. We didn't clearly know what was going on, what was about to happen, what we were supposed to do. But I think we managed fine. Haha. I really enjoyed the bulk of it, specially the part where we had to cross the street where the procession starts; which meant that we had to weave through the thick sea of devotees! Man, that was crazy. We had to join the crowd for a bit, hopping and clapping in rhythm with the brass band and devotees' chants, before we found refuge onto the other side. That was really nice.

And, December 6 edit... SOUVENIR SHOT!

Thanks to Meryl for the photo!

December Kicks Off Nicely

What a feat. Our thesis proposal paper is done.

Well, the format's still on the works as of tonight but uh, I think we're good to go. I shall now informally part ways with sleepless nights and zombie waking hours. Hello, bed, pillow, and blanket!

To celebrate this joyous day (HAHA), it ended with a chill bonding experience with my GMG babies. My self-claimed little sister, Arlene, Nikkai to me, turned 19 last Saturday. Her birthday treat was loud, tiring, and tipsy. It was awesome. I missed that feeling.

So, hello, hello, baby December. Keep all the good things coming!

Here's a webcam snapshot of Meryl and I on a quick breather from all thirty pages of words, words, words, and more words. Apt isn't it? Camcorder template, video thesis? Haha, la la la.

Musings And More Musings

My legs are still sore from yesterday. It was such a long day! I went to: a meeting, a digital film screening, a lunch date and bonding with my guy best friend, an orientation for our office's sports fest, a celebratory bonding escapade with a few GMG, a theater decorum video shoot, a dinner date with an old friend and my other guy best friend, a meet up with a few course mates. There was so much walking around involved. I was dead tired when I got home.

And today, I wasn't able to sleep in like I usually do on weekends. I had to go wherever my family planned to go because they said so. Agghh. Dad had leather car seat covers customized, brother bought new shoes again. As form Mom, she wasn't much of a spender today, as well as I. Maybe we have other plans for tomorrow. Haha.

In line with yesterday and today's events, I muse:

• I missed Bru a whole damn lot. I got to see him for a couple of hours or so yesterday and of course, it was super bitin! More soon, I hope.
• Give me one day with the right set of people and I could rapidly kill a body organ.
• We never seek for anything that's already there because obviously, it's just simply there. But we never stop seeking for anything because maybe that's how we were made to function. How else is the act of seeking significant if we get satisfied with what's here and now? (I think I lost my train of thought after the first sentence of this soup-y bullet.)
• Over dinner, AJ, Laine, and I had a meaningful topic for conversation: How do you know that you really, really, really like somebody? Like, how can you gauge? Isn't it solely subjective? We all had different takes on the issue and we never found a conclusion to it. Maybe it shall be an open question forever. Or at least until we're sure about it anyway. Hmm, food for thought.
• My friend Tracy asked me last night how I was, after not being able to see each other regularly since she and almost everyone else already graduated: "Kamusta ka?" And I, "Uhm, okay lang. Just school-bahay. Haha! You?" She said, "Wala, steady. Uhm, work. So, love life?" And I, "Huh! Wala, boring nga eh!" And Tracy goes, "Kahit crush?" Me, "Eh... Wala talaga. I mean, like, meron pero walang balak. Walang plano." Then AJ chimed in, "Walang pag-asa?" And I go, "Yes! Exactly!" And Tracy wins the conversation with, "Ang meron lang tayo ay wala!" Actually, I just wanted to say how I think she's so right on so many aspects.

Getting Old

No, it's not my birthday! Let's delay time, shall we? *snicker, chuckle* I can't afford to feel any more older. *SIGH* See, I've recently concluded my last first term as a college student. Today, my last second term started quite late with my major and only class for the term. Tell me 7:40 PM isn't late and I will glare you down. Haha.

[PHOTO HERE. It sucks that my laptop's built-in Bluetooth device isn't working. Boohoo. I promise to upload my own photo. Meanwhile, here's a similar shot borrowed from Memzie.]

First day (or night) of class ends at 9PM!

Having failed to meet my goal for the first term (which was to be in the DL for the last time, *bawl eyes out while trying to glue pieces of broken heart back together*), I am determined to make this term work. *GAME FACE ON* What the hell, I have one class! But it doesn't end there: I'm really excited and nervous at the same time because this is also my thesis term. I am hopeful for the fate of my thesis group; I see us flying to heights we dare to reach. The only challenge now, however, is where to find that leverage to bring us where we want. The thesis-organization-search begins! Let's go, Memzie and David, hustle hustle, hut-hut-hut!

Overdrive

My life, academic and extra-curricular, is on overdrive. It seems like every aspect of living in this now is pushing me too hard. I know my limits, I respect it. But my responsibilities do not recognize its presence. How much more do I expect these responsibilities to respect my limits? In fact, I don't expect anything from it at all. I have no problem with that. It's the people who abuse these responsibilities who give me the headache. This is not insubordination; I just wanna say it, and perhaps reassure myself, that I am a sane and logical human person. I will do what is expected of me to the best of my abilities. But I just wish that people would realize that they've been pushing too far and hard against my self-imposed limits.

I'm on a cliff. It's exciting to be where I am but if I ever decide to jump off it, leave me be. Don't push me. Let me go on my own terms.

Since I'm on the topic of drive... We sold the car. I still don't have a driver's license. Relevance of photo? Nothing. Just something for me to remember it by.

Too Eventful

The past week has been too eventful for my life in this lifetime. I can't even bring myself to recall everything that has happened but the highlights alone, which is a lot, to start with. So despite feeling the necessity to dedicate a separate entry for each event, I can't. Well, I can but I don't want to because it would take too much time. I'll do everything in chronology, and with photos if I'm lucky.

Like what I said in my July 15 entry rant, after the week, I shall be experienced enough and ready to marry. I've done dishes like I never did before, I finally learned to do the laundry, I made the house squeaky clean from corner to corner, and the like. The two things I haven't brought myself to conquer are: cleaning the toilet and cooking anything but Thai jasmine rice. I know, those are two things one must never put in the same sentence. LOL. So maybe I'm not ready to marry yet. I don't mind; it's not enough experience yet, but ultimately, I have no concrete plans of doing so at the moment. Haha.

Fast forward to July 23, Friday. The De La Salle University's Cultural Arts Office had its first CAO Mass and Induction of Officers (Executive Board), spearheaded by the Council of Company Managers and COCM Chair, Dal Ramos. Photos are taken by Gio San Pedro of the Green Media Group.

So there's me for Green Media Group, Ria Castillo for Lasallian Youth Orchestra, Kathy Chang for De La Salle Innersoul, Dal Ramos for Harlequin Theatre Guild, Reese Corpus for La Salle Dance Company - Contemporary, and Issa Fernandez for La Salle Dance Company - Street! Second photo is of us with Cultural Arts Office Director Ms. Glorife Samodio.

Here's the beautiful Executive Board of GMG with adviser Mr. Bradley Fenomeno. Us EB girls are missing AJ! :(
And because we share our adviser with Innersoul's trainer, this is... Inner-G! Hahaha!
Cultural Arts Office Executive Board family! Cheers to a great year ahead of us, guys and gals!

Later that day was a mega waterworks fest at Don Bosco when my parents and I went to Gabe's welcome back from retreat dinner party. The food was great! I believe the caterer was Blue Petal; must keep them in mind for future reference. Hehe. Here's a photo of Gabe's letter to Mom and Dad that brought us to tears even before the program started:

Here's Gabe, giving a spontaneous speech about their retreat experiences. I love how he chose his words, his delivery, everything! I am a proud sister! :')

July 24, Saturday. AWESOME. It's been more than a year, pushing on one and a half, since I've watched a ball game live. Last Saturday was just so sweet a victory for the Green Archers, who didn't make the Final Four last season; not only because DLSU is UAAP Season 73's host, but it was against their biggest rivals, the Ateneo Blue Eagles. Close match, with both teams struggling to score against strong defense. In all, I shake my head, I have no more words! Photos from my phone and (the nicer ones) from Yanee!

That's about it. My weekend rocked. And now as I type my way to finishing this entry, I hope, wish, and pray that tomorrow will be a start of a nice week, if not rocking.

001 to 100: DLSU Centennial Countdown Celebration

SKIP THIS PART. Not important. Proceed to photos. Thanks. Haha.

I had a humongous role and an extremely easy task. What could have gone wrong? Unfortunate circumstances, that's what. The effect of that mishap wasn't a major disaster, I think. But of course, having done productions for quite a time now, I knew that it wasn't excusable. Once the production/show/event has started, there never can be room for mistakes. Enough vagueness, it isn't helping.

Overall, the program was a success. It wasn't an ordinary program; it marked the day that De La Salle University counts down to the University's 100th year. I'm very drained. This entry is ugly; it falsifies my knowledge and competence in the field of writing. I don't normally write this way. La la la.

After the countdown, I was literally a walking zombie. So here are photos:

A photo from last night during the one and only technical run that the entire production had.
*HINT* My simple task with an enormous role: Babysit and guide our La Salle Greenhills representatives, Kevin and Roniel. Photo taken from inside the sacristi of the Most Blessed Sacrament Chapel.
While the show had been running smoothly since the flash mob dance, Stage Manager, Sir Brad, takes a breather and sits with the Lasallian Youth Orchestra. Congrats, Sir!
Countdown done! Time to party! (Look at all that confetti. I've never seen so much in my entire life!)

© Meryl Algenio 2010

WE ARE ROCK SOLID. I love you, EB loves. ♥ All drained but all smiles, still. (I just noticed how forced my smile is. Eckh. Haha.)

© Andrew Pamorada 2010

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Day Out With Joe and Tina

What is up with me and lunch-ing lately? In order for me to stop missing my friends, I turn to bonding over food. Haha. First, there was coffee with Yanee, then lunch and gelato with AJ, Aly, Jem, and Raphie, then lunch with Memzie and Kay, then there was lunch, coffee, and karaoke with Yanee, and today, lunch, dessert, coffee, and fro-yo with Joh.

And I'm wondering why I gained 3-5 pounds in a matter of weeks. Hah!

AND MY POINT ENDS HERE. The rest is just word vomit.

What up, Joe? HAHA. Can you guess who Tina is?

So what up with the title? We had our usual post lunch coffee, Joh and I. And I have this way of giving false names to Starbucks baristas cos if I said "Cee" I'd have to spell it out and they'd still get it wrong. Yeah. I'm lazy like that, I don't wanna explain myself. Haha. So I was baptized with "Tina" one fateful Starbucks afternoon, thanks to my good friend Jess. I used that name ever since. Anyway. Joh said "Joh" when she was asked, she even spelled it out. And I said "Tina" duh. So there, wala lang. Haha. Told you it's just word vomit.

Anyway, speaking of vomit. I felt like hurling while in the cab, on my way home. I am yet to figure out what the real problem is but I have three theories:

1. I'm pregnant [Tss, yeah right, haha]
2. It's the bad combination of Conti's Seafood Au Gratin, Russian Potato Salad, Mango Bravo; Starbucks Grande Hazelnut Latte; California Berry Original with Peaches topping frozen yogurt. [I have a strong feeling that THIS is the culprit!]
3. It's yow-know-what. After a looong time, it got too much today, I guess. Haha. [Oops?]

La la la. I'm working tomorrow. We're talking physical work, manual labor! Let's go, LPEP production crew! Do us proud! :>

Lucky Me!

Luck was on my side today. Last night, one of my best friends, Yanee, asked if I had anything planned for today. In fact, I did; I was supposed to do org stuff (yes, on a summer vacation day) in the afternoon, but I thought, "Hmm, lunch with one of the Chicas (IMY, Chicas) won't hurt."

So I did squeeze in that lunch date before heading to school. Turns out, I didn't have "squeeze in" anything at all because my engagements were postponed to next week! (Oh dear, that means next week will be busier than expected and planned. But, hakuna matata!)

Awesome bonding day with Yanee! Starbucks Coffee and endless chat plus yow-know-what-I-mean-smug-smug.
But, you wanna know the best part? We're both in a bad state of financial crisis. HAHA. We're peasants. Thanks to the coupons that came with my Starbucks 2010 Planner, we were able to get a great deal. It's a steal, I tell you!
Above: one venti white mocha frappe (P160), one venti mocha frappe (P150), two servings of cinnamon swirl [?] (P55 each)! All that for a grand total of... P270! Haha! We got the first venti at regular price and the one of less or equal value is on the house! In all, we spent so little, even less than a tall-sized frappe! Haha! :)
See? See? Awesome. Haha. Oops, the receipt looks battered and gross. Hahaha. Pardon our excitement. Haha!
And this is our after-birit look. Ngarag much? Hahaha. We spent P108 for 9 songs on the karaoke! Whooo, Aegis songs never fail. Total Eclipse of the Heart is another favorite. La la la. And theeen, we went window shopping for a while. Looking for the best bikini top. By best, I mean cheap (like really cheap, cos I'm a cheapskate like that haha) and okay-enough. I'm no beach bum anyway, so a P200+ bikini top (that's violet!) is A-OK. :) I have photos, but I'd rather not... Hahaha. Next time when I have a smaller tummy. Mwahaha!