When it's too bittersweet to savor

After finding a lump in my throat all throughout the week, I finally had a good cry yesterday. It had actually started during the singing of Psalm 4, at which point I could still stop it and be composed, though I just popped after being sworn in to the alumnae association.

"Congratulations, fellow old girls."

CRAAAAAP. Ayun na. I couldn't do anything about it. I hated, absolutely HATED the fact that I was losing my right to the places, and most especially, to the people I love. My classroom, the Assumpta, the beautiful campus; my batchmates (even though I find that we have the immaturity of a three-year old coupled with the wilyness of an adult-- makes us uncontrollable like hell), the manongs and manangs, the sisters, my teachers and of course, Ms Ettie. I have never found anyone who has more wisdom, humility, goodness and the firm decision to shepherd us, even if all her hair has to fall out. I understood why both she and Ms Olalde were TERRIBLY angry earlier afternoon yesterday. It was because for our sake that they wanted to make our graduation as beautiful as possible. Only people who truly love you do that.

I felt utterly wretched at the end of the ceremony. I cried unconsolably all the way to the car, and down the highway. I didn't even get to say good bye to my friends!!! DAAAARN. Whattaday.

Well batchmates, that certainly was the real thing. The whole senior year was like a very long and unpleasant birthing process. It was rough, and even if I usually excused ourselves as troubled artists who have no decent outlet, there were also times that I found myself doubting as to whether we could pull it off. It upset me to think that we were to graduate without any respect or understanding of what we were about to accomplish. But everything fell into place in the end. Hopefully we've made our peace with one another, and we've parted ways in good faith.

Strange to say, but I find that it does hold true, for me at least: I love you, AA08. I wish everyone all the best in their college life.

I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler

If you're familiar with that line, it continues on in this animated gif banner for Obama. It really is a nifty piece of work. Makes me want to vote for Obama as well.



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It's the second day of March! Unbelievably. I wanted to celebrate February 29th with a blog entry, but... well, the belatedness of this post means that that didn't happen the way that I wanted it to. The past week was so stressful that I literally collapsed on the bed in front of the tv and promptly morphed into a potato couch. Having cable tv is so interesting. I really like watching those obscure Indian channels at the tail end, if not for entertainment then at least out of curiosity. It tells you a little about them. Anyway, I ended up doing nothing this weekend, except perhaps learning how to draw more cartoons (you know, if you pay really close attention to those Disney how-to's, you're likely to get a good result).

Fourth quarterly tests in two WEEKS. How scary is that?! With the way things are going, we're likely to get caught with our pants down when test week comes.