You Are 22 Years Old

22 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

'te Ir has left for Manila and am going back to the real world. It would take a while to get used to not having her around again.

"Ots me bebe, tnx for the delivery. Simba ka po?". She really kills me.

The past couple of weeks was a breeze. It was bliss spending each day completely detached from anything that has got to do with school.

Spent the afternoon watching Simon Birch. I thought it was gonna be a drag, I was mistaken.

Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with.
What I want to do and what I do are two separate things. If we all went around doing what we wanted all the time, there'd be chaos.
I have faith. I just need proof to back it up.
Sex makes people crazy.
Marjorie's getting breasts. I know. Prettty soon they'll be boobs.
See yah later alligater, after'while croc'dile.

Ahh! It's a horse!
Boobs!
Now get over there with the other flying monkeys, where you belong.
You look like shit, Simon.

Now am thinking how was I able to numb myself from the anxiety that I should have had considering the projects due before the finals and my still INC grade in Philo1. Now am thinking never have I been in a deeper pit in my academic life. Now am thinking AM DEAD. Procrastination is killing me.

"What's 2 years if I have something to look back to when I'm 40." said my friend who seems to be enjoying her college life so much she does not plan to graduate any time soon though practicality is weighing her off that idea.

Inuman sa Shell 'til 4am together with a couple of Jean's friends who were among those who handled the Kamikaze concert held at the Naga City Coliseum. It was all they talked about. I listened.

Ang sumusunod ang nakalap kong tsimis:
a. ang banda ay hinandaan 'daw' ng... Jollibee. "akala ko ba piyesta dito?! ba't Jollibee pinakain sa'min. May Jollibee naman sa'min ah!" - sabi daw ng isang miyembro ng banda
b. ang banda ay pinag-stay 'daw sa... Magic Splash (not that bad kung may aircon, kaso wala 'daw' e)
c. ang banda ay muntik 'daw' na mahulog sa bangin. *baka guni-guni ko na lang 'to. ewan kung saan na bangin. Ganyan talaga pag tsismis. Malabo.
d. ganito 'daw' ang nangyari kase ang In-Charge 'daw' sa event ay na-OverFatigue (kaso e nakita  pa 'daw' na uminom nag-swimming)

Saw Ryan's sis kanina, tsk, made my day complete. I quite fancy her despite her at times intimidating presence. Natatahimik ako pag nasa paligid yung babaeng yun e. Ang lakas mang-bara.

Some people are downright pathetic in their stupidity. I was at the engineering headquarters yesterday with my friends. It was already dark outside, it was past six i think. A guy from outside the hq shouted, "Engineering lapA!". He was an engineering student. I knew it had to be an Eng student since nobody would dare shout that outside the eng hq except for Eng. students themselves. "Dai ka na padi ta engineering ka man!", my friend yelled back. It was nothing. All of a sudden the bastard who shouted outside, moron that he is, came storming with rage inside the room with Blob (his fat-ass friend) acting like a goddamn killer and everybody's supposed to tremble and turn yellow. The bastard was blabbing all over the place and taunting everybody in the room while pushing my friend who was trying to keep his cool. It turned out that the fucktard was stinkin' drunk. Fuckin' brave as hell. We managed to split the guys and decided to move out of the room to prevent any trouble from taking place, though the bastard has already taken some cheap shots at my friend.

"Gud pm. I know it sucks when you hear this and this won't change anything but am truly sorry for today and I owe you guys an apology." :message I sent to one of my team mates in checkers. A bit corny but one should say those kinds of things when he/she is at the end where the fault lies. He probably cursed me, *"Kainin mo sori mo, gago."* I would too if I were him, when he read the message.

Dammit, two games I missed. The morning game I missed due to stupidity (fuckin' overslept) *10:45 am and you overslept? "Well fuck Infocom."* and the afternoon... shit, same reason. I had to go to San Fernando and I didn't know that there was a game during the afternoon *I had to go just the same even if I did* . I copied the sched during the "sports clinic" but I couldn't find it anywhere in my bag and my bag's full of papers (receipts, lists, notes, scratch) and it's messy as hell. So much for a "team captain". I wonder how the team fared but am really hesitant *embarassed is the appropriate word, I have to admit* to ask any team member. Am supposed to be the team captain and all though it's not really clear since I suppose that there have been some miscommunication with the student coordinators regarding the fielding of players for the checkers. The appointment as team captain was probably just for the sake that there must be a team captain. Friggin big deal.

Anyway, I think we're even lucky that we *they - since I haven't played* were allowed to compete. Thank God Ma'am Reynes came to the faculty room last Thursday though I almost missed her since I didn't really know what she looked like. Luckily, I found her and she was kind enough to iron things out at the athletics office. She was even kind enough to walk back to the athletics office when I told her that the office won't transact with anybody regarding the late entry forms except with the sports representative.

This is it, the Eighth Wonder (?) of the World. She's pretty. She's intelligent. She's an angel above all and... she's single at 33. Guys, she's my Ate Ir. How I hate it that I cannot fully relate why it's such a wonder to me. All I can say is, "tsK. If only you know her like I do, you would too." She's a treasure.

Only God knows how thankful I am for her. I don't think even she has the faintest idea. She sends me to school and all and am grateful for that, but what am thankful for goes beyond that, way beyond that I should say. It's really weird but she seems to give me the same sense of security that I have felt only from my mother (that from my mother of course is a matter on a different plane). She checks us out every now and then asking if everything's alright. She's so darned sweet, it kills me.

Anyway, she came from the States just the other day and she'll be staying here for only 'bout three weeks. I hate it like hell when she leaves. I pull myself under a pillow and cry like a goddamned child.

Happy Birthday 'te Ma-Irs.

Inch by inch I am going down the drain. The icsm330 (database)  exam was returned and I got 76/90. Under normal circumstances it's an ok grade and it doesn't look so bad having 33.30 out of the 40 points already handed out through the 3 exams, the other 20 per cent that would complete the 60 per cent alloted would come later this sem. Given that I get that 20 per cent (through wishful thinking), I would get a grade of 53.30 which is 7 points short of the passing grade which is 60. I could probably get those points in class standing (fuck if I don't though the possibility is just around the bend. Am even going to play checkers for the Intrams just to get those goddamned "extra points" wherever the hell Miss Elsie's going to put it). I should probably hate myself by now. Am working my ass off when I shouldn't just because of my overly pampered virtue, my ever beloved, the most gratifying stupid "virtue", procrastination (sounds better than it's more explicit form which is... plain laziness). Damn. Am most probably gonna flunk the subject anyway.

Theresse went to Ateneo this afternoon and the conversation strayed to the topic of graduation. Dang. My most hated topic since I transferred. It was my fault though. I grabbed her wallet for a li'l 'inspection' and gave a cry of shock when I saw one pic. It was her grad pic. I then asked a question that would steer our small talk to my dreaded topic.

Ako: Hah?! Magraduate ka na?!
Theresse: Dai. September next year. ('tang na. may grad pic na. or was it really a grad pic?) Kamo?
* Ruby and Gerard looking at Theresse index fingers pointing downwards meaning this year*
Ako: Ummmm... uhh... INda.