just a thought..

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I happened to pass by my blogs.. and goodness gracious, what a whiny brat I must've been! :)) To have discovered the internet as a sink for all my rants instead of using an unassuming notebook.. Oh the shame and humiliation! XD I compare myself now to my other blogwriting friends of my age.. and honestly, walang wala ako. Not only are my blogs severely lacking in personal opinion [I merely narrated everything. lol], they were also almost purely in internet tainted English!

Gahahaha. The horrors. But they did serve their purpose; I only ever wrote to help myself keep my memories intact, as I had no camera to aid me in my quest.

I hope you guys had a good laugh reading my blog entries [I'm sure I did, haha] no matter how stupid or childish they may seem. Forgive me; I was a child back then. :P

So here's to a new me.. and hopefully, more sensible blog entries in the future.

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

2k8. howwasit?

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WARNING: Some details may be inaccurate. Blame my failing memory. XD Blame all the geek stuff which demanded much of my memory capacity. AND MY PROCESSING POWER. Feel free to correct this account as much as you would like.
It was, by far, a most interesting year.

It was the year when I experienced the most change.

I remember January being a cram month... Sci-tech fair, anyone? Bastos un.. I still hate research from the very bottom of my heart. XD Still, when I picked up my research paper last night (YES, TEAM DICTATORSHIP I STILL HAVE IT) I couldn't help but feel that all our effort had not gone to waste... It was, (and allow me to say this) a well made paper. The fact that it took us quite a considerable amount of time, money and effort just to produce the paper still amazes me.

And YES, bitter pa rin ako sa grade. Nnngggghhhh.

It was also on the 5th of this month when I received some news that would change my life forever. o_O

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February! Uhm... Prom month, yes? Actually, the horror fun started late January. Mambomambo to the beat. Good times. Mejo nakakapanic ung paggawa ng sayaw but it's okay. GO AYA!! :D I still love our music. Who has a copy? Pahingi naman....

Prom night! I look.. well. YEAH. I regret not having taken enough pictures. UI WAYNE SAYAW TAYO ULIT. :D KEEEENT! TANGO. I WANT. :3 Fun un. Super.

//Yes. I LOVE dancing. PALAG??!?

February also signaled the beginning of the woes the Singapore Scholarship exam was sure to bring.

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The actual exam was in March, and so we started cramming in March. LOL. Geekmode sa library. Grabe un, ha. I was in the company of some of the greatest geniuses in campus. ^:)^ ALL HAIL. I WAS HONORED TO BE IN YOUR PRESENCE.

March also meant CLEARANCE SIGNING, which subsequently meant DEADLINES, which also meant HELLWEEK. Yahoo.

We had our ritrit. We graduated. We're OUTTA HERE!

ooorrr NOT. We CAT officers had to finish the mural painting restoration(which was hidden from view, btw) as part of the community our batch was supposed to do. O_O We thought of it as our first reunion (uhm WHAT.) since we had already (officially) graduated. Lolz. It wasn't a complete waste, however, as we played Paintball after (OI CHARDI LARO ULIT TAYO! :D) and on another painting day, Anna and I got introduced to DotA.

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April-May. The summer was spent either a) packing b) panicking. Moving to Manila isn't something that should be taken lightly. THE CRAP. It would be my first time to (consciously) go to Manila, and that trip would be a MOVE-IN, not a VACATION!!

It merited some time to panic, and panic I did, these two months of summer. I was, after all, about to embark on this great adventure!

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THE MONTH OF EPIC FAILURES. June.
I managed to.. uh.. 'lose' my laptop, USB, toothpaste, toothbrush, cellphone, ID, money (although not at the same time, good heavens!) during this month, all in different ways. O_O It caused me a great deal of stress, that's for sure.

Top that with the challenge of having to adjust to the dorm... the acads... and.. well, dealing with homesickness...

Rough month. At least the worst was over. XD

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Things started to smooth about a bit by the time July came~

May routine na ako sa morning... daan muna sa room ni Kaye, tapos kina Weanne, tapos i-page ko sina Joth and Leland.. LOL.

English-Lit-Fil papers were piling up, and that kept me busy for some time. I started to get into the rhythm of studying..

August and September passed by with me hardly noticing~

StarCraft and O2Jam kept me occupied after all. I learned the basics of strategy from the masters during these months. ^__^ Special thanks to the residents of Cervini313! :D

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And October! Birth month wahey! Sembreak wahey! Lingaw2x diri sa Dabaw... We visited Pisay and saw the changes... We went to GenSan for kalag2x...

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OH. AND ENCHANTED KINGDOM.

The best adventure yet!

Ayoko nang mag Space Shuttle.... URK... nahihilo ako just thinking about it..

But that was fun. Oh so very. 

Tapos nag UP AME kami right after... ^__^

And.. well.. classes started... EN12 is death... Same with Ma20.2... Lit14 is fun and relaxing... 

But Ballroom.. Ballroom is LOVE.

Of course, my feet would get mutilated in the process, but whatever! It's fun anyway! :D

Month ender: Stef's Birthday! The best! (thanks ulit kay Kim and Kenken and Cheche for lending me their stuffs...)

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And here we are. December.

Syempre, ito ung month na tinatambak ang projects and stuff...

But parties! And gifts!

And halata naman yata from my most recent blog entries kung gaano kagulo ung world at that moment in time.

((...abuse of TagLish. whoops.))

In a few hours, 2008 would end, and 2009 would begin.

What adventures await me? Hahaha. Excited na ako!

Uunahan ko na kayo~ Happy New Year Everyone!!

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,

There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

Hell week.

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Only now did I know its true definition.

I'm tired. I'm sick. I'm sick and tired of having to put up with this stress. There's so much to do. There's so only much to worry about. And my goodness, why did they all pile up in ONE WEEK??

It's the Christmas season. The time for giving and sharing and being all happy and stuff. Apparently its definition has expanded to include: SHOPPING and PARTYING. It's also the last school week of the year. That means papers, papers, long tests, quizzes, projects... the list goes on. Christmas also means cold weather. I've been enjoying the brisk breezes these past few days, but now that they've given me a doozy of a fever I'm not so sure.

Christmas also means family time - which is another cause for my constant worry.

I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know if I should mope around - there are parties to be had, gifts to be exchanged, etc. I can't exactly be hyper either - problems.. are pressing down all around me. Maybe I can't just do anything PERIOD, since all this stress has pinned me down.

I've been called manhid before (not surprisingly, since I rarely do show extreme emotion), and I now I just don't know if I should be upset or relieved now that I know I'm not. I got mad. I got frustrated. I've spilt tears this week already, on more than one occasion, under the influence of all this stress. These tears came out on their own, despite my best efforts to hold them back. I feel so.. helpless. Weak.

It's Christmas, damnit. I should be happy. And I am. It's just that I'm sad at the same time too. And since that's just not physically possible, my body declared an emergency shutdown.

My goodness. I'm whining. Ugh.

I find it very ironic that I blogged about how happy and content I was 2 blog posts ago. So much for that.

It's been a hell of a week, in more ways than you might imagine.


-nEOnIX

Something's missing.

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I'm having too much fun with college life. >_> OH HELP THE ACADS. I've neglected my blogging na. OHNOES.

I went digging in my drafts folder, and I found this. It was about two stanzas long, and nowhere near finished. LOLZ. I decided to fill in the blanks nalang, para naman may ma publish ako.

YAY FOR SABAWNESS. :D

'What is love?', I have asked, on so many a time,
Whenever I sat down and I wrote in rhyme,
For love is a favorite topic of all
Especially to those, to love, they did fall.

I do not know love, and yet I still write,
Even though I know naught of this troublesome plight-
-if a plight indeed is what you call that state,
of being utterly unable to hate.

//THIS IS A JOOOOOOOOOOKE
Love is deaf. Love is blind. And then another cheesy line. I especially remember one about gum- Love is makapilit, makabuang.
//THIS IS A JOOOOOOOOOOKE

Love- True Love- is it as they say?
As I see it in movies or is there simply no way?
Will those perfect stories only exist in a book?
Can you really fall in love with just one look?

And heartbreak! Is it the end of the line?
To have your loved one leave you for indefinite time?
Is it serious? Is it nothing? Or is it what I dread?
That is - one would spill drops of bright red?

We do not live forever - this much I do know.
Happy endings...... just how is this so?
Happily ever after, the fairy tales proclaim,
How can there be a lie that's simply this lame?

Too many ideas - too much to swallow
I guess I'll never be able to follow.
..I suppose I will just have to sit and wait;
For that one arrow to seal my fate.


-nEOnIX

Writer's block

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I only realize now just how much my writing has deteriorated (I mean look at this sentence - it sucks!). I am no longer capable of spitting out English with perfect grammar and diction (or at least something close to it), and thusly, it has affected my manner of writing as well. My most recent blog posts are never without a tagalog, bisaya or conyo word inserted somewhere. My sentences... are so kalat (SEE?!?) and sometimes my ideas simply do not connect

I'm struggling to write in English! (the world's going to end now) I sincerely hope that this is just a phase, and that I would quickly recover. I have yet to write a final evaluation paper (for English) and I have my Lit finals to prepare for. Seeing as it is an open-everything exam, I predict that we would be writing a really really long winded discussion about why so-and-so did this-or-that or perhaps an explanation of certain references and allusions the story presents (the novel is heavily based on history). I believe that I would have to prepare a LOT of notes should I want to do well on my finals.

I suppose my dream - which is to have SOMETHING published on any school publication - is getting harder to reach. I know I should be writing... I know I should be blogging, but I guess my creative juices aren't flowing as much as they should be. (That, and my apparent lack of inspiration).

Practice, practice, practice. If there's anything I learned at all about writing, it's those three words. I know that if I would write often enough (and in straight English, hopefully), the quality of my compositions would improve. Sadly, I find it difficult to write about stuff (Is there anything worth writing about?). Either that, or my ideas simply do not last long enough before I could transfer them to the computer (read: short term memory loss).

I just wish that something -anything- would jolt me back to writing.

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

Canteen.

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The stench immediately hit me when I first set foot in the Cervini Cafe. Ah, wait, stench isn't exactly the correct word, as the smell was not that repugnant as I had expected. No, it smelled of stale air, a hint of something cooking, and Pancit Canton.

I gave my pack of Pancit Canton at the counter, all the while grumbling about the inhuman P10 cooking fee. I also said something about cooking the noodles well, as the last time I had Pancit Canton, I was practically crunching noodles.

I grabbed a glass of cold water on my way to the table, whilst stepping on a foot pedal that wasn't there. I realized my mistake before the others in line caught on, however.

I had saved myself a seat on the way in, and now I saw that the table in which I was supposed to be occupying was... well, tilted. I gave it a few experimental shakes, half-expecting to hear wood creak, but I was mistaken - the frame was metal...

I sat down anyway, setting my glass down with loud clunk, and I gazed blankly at the ceiling. Faint as it was, I noticed several wafts of smoke made visible by the bright fluorescent lamps. I caught a whiff of the oh-so-popular Burger Sizzling which everybody orders thanks to the P65 fee. I leaned back, wanting to relax a bit before my food came, and I nearly lost my balance, as apparently, I had forgotten that I was sitting on a stool.

To my right, I heard laughter and chatter; a large group had merged tables and they were having fun, banging their glasses against the table without a care in the world. From here, I could see that it was they who ordered the Sizzling, which was odd since it was well past lunchtime. They were all wearing the same thing, too. Black slacks and a polo for the boys... A beige-ish blouse and an orange-ish skirt which resembled a tablecloth for the girls... I knew that I should be repulsed by their odd fashion statement (considering this IS the Ateneo) but there was something about it that was oddly familiar... I caught a glimpse of the seal printed on one guy's front pocket...

I head a "ui, yoni!", followed by a slap on the table not too far from where I sat. I immediately turned around, and what greeted me was a grinning face. His smile was so infectious that I couldn't help but grin myself, although I wasn't quite sure why. A clap on my back followed, and my eyes widened - just who was-?

My small, rickety table had extended, and I was seated at its helm. I saw faces... familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, grinning and joking with one another, before them were plates previously inhabited by Pancit Canton. I couldn't quite see them clearly, however. It was like they were there.. yet they were not... at the same time. Snippets of conversation wafted down to me.. Words like 'research', 'lab reports', 'PFLG', 'mambo' and 'green notebook' struck a particular note inside of me, and I wanted to join in their chatter but I can't - something.. was stopping me...

They were wearing the same uniform that I had described a while ago - that much I can make out. To my surprise, I was wearing something similar! I opened my mouth to speak, and I found that I could! These were my friends, my nakama, and we were all together, laughing and joking, like old times.

My Pancit Canton had gotten cold, as I gazed past the defining walls of the cafe space, my mind trapped in the memories of the past.
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A few notes:
There is no foot pedal, stool, people in Pisay uniform, or Burger Steak Sizzling in Cervini Cafe. Yes, I was imagining things. Yes, I was delusional.

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

Upper left corner.

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This is an Lit 13. Requirement. Posted it for kicks. Enjoy.

I am a very territorial person – I want my space and room to be defined clearly, such that any person passing by my space will know to whom it belongs. I've always felt uncomfortable when people move my things or when they even touch them. I've always liked things where they were; that is, where I put them.

Fate decided to toy with me, however. My whole family shared a single room. It was big enough to be counted as two bedrooms, but the design was to optimize the airconditioning capacity of the airconditioning unit. :D My parents occupied half, and my sister and I occupied the second half, a large white cabinet serving as the wall in between. There was only one long table where we could study, and only one other counter in which we can dump stuff on. The only space that I could messy up with nobody bothering me to do otherwise was the top bunk of the double decked bed me and my sister shared. It was a small space, but I loved it.

My beddings would change every 2-3 weeks or so, but I always picture my bed in bright checkered cloth – an old bed sheet from when I was still a kid. The wall in which I could prop up myself against was adorned with religious pictures – remnants of calendars we would get from the church. Above me was an exhaust fan which purpose was to drain the afternoon heat – but so far it only succeeded in disturbing my concentration. Near my feet lay a few issues Reader's Digest magazines dated anywhere between 1997 – 1999. Sometimes, a few library books would join their company. I would read those on boring afternoons when sleep would not come; I had exhausted all the books in the house, after all.

On hectic school days, the foot of my bed would be filled with half-finished homework, HUGE textbooks (usually Biology and Chemistry texts), and a pile of clothing waiting to be chucked into the laundry bin. My special place becomes my study space, my cram space, when my mother no longer allowed me outside to study. More often than not however, sleep drags me under before I could get a chance to fix the mess I had created in the process, and so I end up with crumpled half - finished homework. Apparently I am not a still sleeper. Sometimes, two out of the three pillows that I had with me when I went to sleep somehow end up in the floor. Sometimes, even my blanket joins them. I would wake up in the middle of the night just to retrieve my things, only to lose them again when morning comes.

I miss my special place. I left it, back in Davao. It really was the only place where I could connect with myself, and be honest with myself. Upon my arrival here in Metro Manila, and subsequently in the Ateneo Dormitories, I knew I had to find something similar to that special space. And so far, I haven't had any luck in finding any.

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

Rorrim fo Desire.

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It was dark. The only source of illumination came from a single window, where mooonbeams fall softly unto the stone floor below. Not enough light to see. Curiously enough, when I peered into the mirror, the image reflected upon it seemed to be emitting light. Not that it mattered, for what I saw in it was far more interesting.

Home was what I saw. Not just the house itself, not just the city from whence I came, but the people living in it. My family. There they were, front and center. Grinning madly at me. And carrying various dishes only my mother could have produced. My mouth begins to water. Madly. The reflection moves animatedly, but my ears could not hear their voices. It's a mirror, not a TV. I chided myself, and I settled against the stone pillar for support. My eyes begin to water. My family.. my family is waiting for me.

The background shimmers into the familiar academe of my high school. The mirror seemed wider to me, although I am sure it had not changed its width. I saw my old schoolmates, my friends, the people whom I owe some of the best and some of the most wonderful experiences in life in all those times I shared with them. To one side, I saw stacks of lab reports, quizzes, and research proposals grinning at me like old friends (grinning evilly, more like it). I couldn't help but remember all the effort I put into them, just to survive this dangerous race that was Pisay. Ah, how I miss those days!

But alas, time forbids our long awaited reunion. It flows in one direction, regrettably so. Saddened as I am, I know I must move on. No matter how much I will for time to be otherwise, the way I remembered home will always be a bit different from the way I had remember it. Nothing in this universe is constant. My desire will have to remain as it is: a desire.

I quietly left the presence of the Mirror of Erised.

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

Sunset.

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Sunsets are romantic. They are beautiful. Have you ever witnessed one? The instance in which day meets night, and the sky is a-flush with orange, indigo, violet, and finally inky black as the moon and stars rule and the sun no longer. In my experience, it is best to watch a sunset when one is by the beach, when ones view is largely unobstructed, and if it is, mountains and hills are the ones responsible, heightening ones experience as the radiant colors of a sunset take effect. One would gaze at the spectacle without end, holding his breath he witnesses its end. Beautiful. There is no other word that could describe the peace and tranquility one can get from merely watching a sunset.

A sunset... in Quezon City is the most depressing thing I have ever seen. However, it's beauty was not tainted in anyway; in fact, it was intensified - its orange was brighter, the rays of light, more distinct. It was as beautiful as any sunset. What makes it so depressing.. is the looming darkness. Buildings, not mountains obstructed the view. And one cannot see the ocean, that body of water whose salty spray brings calmness to ones spirit. Buildings, buildings all around! Their shadows are made even longer by the sunset, bring night even quicker to the denizens below. A feeling of insignificance, a feeling of utter separation from nature can be felt. What of it, you might ask. What of it, if what really matters is the sunset itself?

True, the sunset may have never changed, but its meaning; what it means to be, did.

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...

-nEOnIX

Will miss. Will cry. Will.

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I just got my yearbook yesterday. And I'm leaving for college. TODAY.

Frightening, no? And to think that I was oddly calm these past few days... I knew, however, that the present will catch up to me soon enough - and once it does.... I will panic. Oh so very much.

Much like now, actually.

Come to think of it... these past four years of me schooling in Pisay... I don't remember much. everything seems like a blur. I can pinpoint specific days... specific happenings... those moments in time when I feel like I'm at the top of the world... or at the bottom of it... Yup. Besides those, it's all a blur to me.

A LOT of things happened in Pisay.. I experienced my first HOPELESS moment in that school... you know that feeling that you're trapped in a corner, with nowhere to run, and that doom and despair are the only things that await you? (read: research). It isn't a pleasant experience, let me tell you that. And it could've been avoided too, if only we had thought about following the Techno path when it comes to choosing a research topic.

I also experienced my first BORDERLINE PASS grade. (read: 2.5). I cried over it too. Geez. Pathetic, aren't I? Ah....... if only we thought of doing a techno project...

And lol @ the Dahlia play. Yes, I know I suck as a scriptwriter. But it was all a series of unfortunate events which led to..... well, I'd rather not. really. I can't remember much of it anyway. (and it's just as well)...

Oh! Oh! And what about the various dances? Cheerdance... Sci camp dance....... waah. grabe. Those work out days.. Fun, but they cost me my health and a sprained foot.

And my missed opportunities of course. Grabe. Ang sayang talaga ng 2nd year ko..... T_T

But then again, the experiences.. the memories I now share with friends are ones that are priceless treasures to me..... I wouldn't trade them for the world! I daresay that these moments are the ones that made my Pisay stay worthwhile. I say that now as I flip the pages of my yearbook..... (and I sometimes wonder why indeed did it take me 2 and a half years to know everyone in the batch. T_T)

My high school experience wasn't that perfect and peachy. It could've been better. Heck, it could've been worse. But given the chance....-WILD THOUGHT- would I do it over, and perhaps attempt to prevent all those -ugh- bad things from happening?

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Would YOU? My answer would be HECK NO! High school is fun and all, but there's no way I can live through all that stress a second time! :)) Come to think of it... I would've done what I did (procrastinating and all... Yes I know, shame on me..) anyway. And I probably would feel the same way as I am feeling now.

Fate is a funny thing.

The present has finally caught up with me. (I was shocked during our Graduation... didn't even cry. Pft.) I'm finally leaving Pisay. Probably for good, this time. And I have no regrets.

..at least not in the academic category. :P

"On clear and peaceful nights like these,
There's nothing more I'd like to do
Than to lie down, under the heavens,
And to gaze at the stars with you...
-nEOnIX

Nostalgia

My head is still spinning from the Mindanao State Convention for the Knights of Columbus we attended last April 25-27. Well.. as long as you interpreted being part of the registration team as 'attended'.

The whole ID printing system is automated, and I was among those tasked to man the workstations. There were 4 of them, plus my dad's laptop which controlled the printer. Take note: 1 printer vs. anywhere from 700-800 participants. Expect total and utter mayhem.

And so it was that the crowding, the yelling, and the chaos ESCALATED... Get this: even my supervisor during the SSIP [Fr. Junar] helped [the Chancery was nearby], in what seemed to be a vain effort to control the crowd. T_T If the mob crowd isn't at the printer, it would be over at the other table [giving out kits and stuff].

Even Anna stepped in to help. [after lunch] Still. The crowd... the HEAT... ugh.

Now that's what I call community service! :D

But that's not the point I'm trying to get across.

You see, the convention was held at the [where else?] Davao CONVENTION center. The very same place we held our JS Prom. When we were juniors, that is.

OMGZZFLASHBACKMEMORIESPROMWHEE!!

People who know me have probably noticed something.... weird about me. I EASILY FORGET. I forget the important things in life... like names, faces, dates, events... [Yes Arie, I'm SORRY!!! T_T] There are exceptions to the rule, but it mostly applies to a lot of things. Mundane things... laags... special events... the so called 'MEMORABLE' moments... Interestingly, I remember school stuff more than I remember the important stuff.

So there. It's one of the reasons why I keep a blog running, actually... I might miss a whole chapter of my life just because I traded my memories for some Chem/BIo/Phys jargon I probably wouldn't need/care about in the future. gAH. Stupid bad memory.

That's why I was ecstatic when I found myself remembering that PROM night as if it had happened yesterday! Like a video set in fast forward, I could practically see what I saw, what I experienced that night - a year and some months ago.

I tested it out again when I visited Pisay last May 2. And... it was just... wow. I caught myself thinking: 'Haha.. grabe ang paghihirap ng officers namin dyan...' 'I used to wait there for my sundo in first year...' 'Dito pala ako dumadaan kapag late na..' 'Kapag naririnig ko na ang boses ni Maam Palicte, late na ako!! T_T' 'Waah.. dito nag tambak ang mga Assumptionista nung 1st screening...' 'lol Health interview' 'Boohoo, pingpong..' 'Pearl... Dahlia.... Calcium... Neutron...'

..and so much more.

Nostalgia... seems to be the perfect word for it.

Well, I'm just glad that I'm not really suffering from memory loss. :P

So.. I guess I'll have to revisit Men Seng and the Cursillo(sp?) house, eh? :D
-nEOnIX

*posted late. XD

It's rainin' rainin'...

I created a new label just for this post. Why? Because it's emo.

EEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Stuff happens when it rains. Most of them bad. Sore eyes outbreak, anyone? Are you feeling a bit feverish? Gah. And all because it rained. You might even get stranded. Get caught in it, and you will be cold. And wet.

Rainy days mean something to me, despite all the crap they bring. I am fascinated by it. Raindrops, falling from the sky... washing away the dirt and grime of the world... the sound the drops make as the fall to the ground.... it's very soothing. Mmm... I also love the smell of rain... It's very pleasant.

Whenever it rains, I am reminded of all the times I got caught in the rain in the past... That may not sound like much, but most of the lingaw stuff that me and my friends do happened whilst it was raining. Don't I remember Kent's weatherbending pretty well... Don't I remember all the emo FFF times. Don't I remember being stranded in Pisay...waiting for what seemed like AGES for mom and dad to arrive...

Some of my BEST memories...... were of those while it was raining.

The time to leave Pisay draws near.... I am afraid that I will forget..... but rain shall be my constant reminder.

And happy birthday to those this greeting is due.

[EMOs shall live on!] Mabuhay ang mga emo!
[Rock the world!] Bato da kalibutan!
[Hugs and kisses!]XOXO
-nEOnIX