Yeah, so I'm one exam away from being home. Can I just say that the prospect of having a real summer vacation since entering college is way better eating a pint of ice cream and a handful of walnuts? Giddy me wants to pack everything already, but alas, duties must come first.

I never got the hang of gift-getting for people with birthdays. I always end up buying stuff that I want for myself, and praying hard that the one who's at the receiving end doesn't raise a brow.

It's funny when people sometimes get too giddy and chatty with you when they think they know something's up (Cybill, hello!). But what I write here sometimes may be too vague even for me to decipher, hoho. So to anyone who's been drawing circles and putting two and two together regarding my Holy Week post, let me just say good luck in finding out the rest of the story.

If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away

And you still do, despite everything I went through. Oh, sige manghula pa kayo. :D Have a good vacay, all! I'm gonna get one mahself.


We are an Easter people, and Hallelujah is our Song.

(I miss all the chanting. Luckily, the priest knew what he was doing. ♥)

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!

Honestly, I never understood people who would flock to the beach come Holy Week. Jesus Christ died and you scream your lungs out while splashing on the fairways? Seriously.

So I've been bumming around, not wanting to do anything overly productive. I have watched movies, read little bits of literature (or heavy pocketbooks), and finished (or nearly) my lab reports. To anyone who has not seen Crash yet, please do. Sobrang ganda, as in. (Ech, I really am a product of my generation)

Holy Wednesday came as a treat. Stations of the Cross in UA&P, lunch at Shang, Blizzards at Eastwood, and that tasty Kopi Bun almost faded to nothingness as compared to the greatness of friends, especially one in particular.

Sitting around for you third confession ever will make you think. No, not just that bit about the examination of conscience, but of what you have and how lucky you are to have them. Sure, you might snap because of a few stray brambles, but everything has its worth, roight?

So with a pounding heart, I entered the confessional and emerged (hours later?) with a wide grin on my face that I had to wipe off ASAP because of the somber and occasionally confused looks that went my way. Hullo, I'm a lot cleaner and I'm happy about it! What's confusing about that?

So I just have to take a few exams in the coming week, and I will temporarily bid toodles to Manila and enjoy some R&R with the family, wherever that may be. And I do hope the shirts turn out fantastic. And my Med uniform supercalifragilisticexpialidocius.

AND I do not feel any sort of relief whatsoever. What I do feel is this constant headache that has my head a-throbbing for days now. :(

Somebody (a teacher, mayhap?) let slip that many departments have scheduled exams for Holy Wednesday, in the hopes of missing the major Holy Week events and thus gaining some headway before the Finals Week. Now that Wednesday has been declared a holiday... I could just imagine DPSM resembling a kicked anthill, and I don't like it one bit.

As I have been telling Cedes for days now: Nasan na ba ang ka-chorva ko?

Gamay na lang guid nga agwanta...

This one started with a headache. I'll not even get into the exams, nuh-uh.

So let's focus on the highlights.

I have not been eating dinner lately! Hoo-ray for me. Dinner is usually my biggest meal (I can hear people groan) because I do not want to sleep starving. But school has been messing up my body clock that when I get home all I do is sleep, and when I wake up it's always past dinnertime and I don't wanna bother. Yey!

Politicians are not that bad. That's saying something for ones who are smart and fight for just causes. And we see results! Gosh this thing happening is like the Inquisition. I'm just waiting for the Church to revive the heretics-on-a-stake hoopla.

We can make good movies! Congrats to Ang Kapanapanabik na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Manuel Magiting and Dyakpat for bagging most (all but one!) of the awards. Choc-nut galore, woohoo! The most embarrassing thing about it all is my winning that category. Can you say, Lab yu, Ga? I bet most people didn't even understand the whole of what I said.

I bid goodbye to one of my most favorite subjects of all time. Yes, that is PE. PE always meant an excuse to be out of your normal school setting. Pisay made me love it even more, especially the very lenient treatment of our teachers (You are meant to be nerds, not athletes) and the annual Dance Culminating Activity. Come college though, what was offered to us sucked, partly because the building we PE-ed in looked too imposing and gloomy a place. But whatever. PE is in the past now...

I decided to dl this year's Academy Awards Best Picture. I must say, artsy films always bore the hell out of me. But before it came to that I spent 10 cringe-worthy minutes watching Javier Bardiem's character wreak havoc with pressurized gas. I didn't wait for me to get to the heart of the story. Add to this that Texan accent and all you get is mush, haha.