Patience is a virtue, so goes the cliche. But seriously, time is deemed like gold. So wasting any time, for any college student, is relevantly not an option. Last night, I was trying to control my remaining two ounces of patience as I waited for an FX ride home. I actually do not want to narrate the whole tragedy but anyway, I waited for more than two hours for that… vehicle. Traffic jam in Aurora-Katipunan-Barangka was unspeakable last night. I felt as if I was ravishingly mogged, or something. I couldn’t contain my trembling knees and sore toes which were almost penetrating the soil with human roots. Que horror!
Anyway, where was I these past days? School, of course; suffering the strange weather for the hectic schedule I do have. And since ranting academic nonsense is not going anywhere to boost this stupid blog’s ratings, I hope that the following pictoblog would satisfy you, my friends (if indeed we are really friends). ( + )
So we all hear bells jingling (including UPD’s Carillon). So we hear Jose Mari Chan’s classic and oh… carolers who actually wail threshold. So we hear sappy greetings via jammed Unlitxt from friends. Christmas, is it not?
SEPT17: My birthday — technically 100 days before the real event and the beginning of Christmas celebration in the Philippines. FYI: we of all (Asian) countries commemorate this the lengthiest
DEC8: We scampered to Ortigas (not to mention the MRT trips which only on the Philippines, such trains do defy the law of inertia) for this DZAR audition thingy. Particularly the ‘second-best’ boys: Christer, Ed and me were th only one present facing the horror of the absence of Mr. Incredibles Simon and Harry ! To redeem self-esteem, Con connoted, “Pag nakapasok tayo, at least may naprove kayo sa sarili niyo.” =]
When I meekly claim that I am now a member of MChOrale (UPMCO’s official singing group), people would have the urge to either propel from constant chortling or throw-up slugs ala Ron Weasley in The Chamber of Secrets.
They wouldn’t believe it. They would almost resort to believe all kinds of myths and superstitions.
Well, I’m not surprised though. Lol.
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Dust and gusts caressed CMC last Friday signaling the (supposedly) end of the lengthy semester. It was a perfect scene: the sun radiated out streaks of yellow and the sky lent a space for the color blue. And the Media Center for once was sucking up people who, to begin with, didn’t know such infrastructure existed in the university’s premises until then. (Read: a blockmate of mine once remarked, “Ah, iyong building (Media Center) na iyon?! It looked so dilapidated.”) Though, I notice some workers now furnishing its other portion, and no, the Media Center is not a white elephant: DZUP’s station is located there.
Anyway, together with other blockmates Anne and Amae, I trotted to the place to view and listen to the BC130 class productions. Freezing for more or less two hours inside, I felt coziness good enough for rejuvenation.
*Minus the few technical flaws and “mechanical glitches” (read: Wowowee scandal), here’s my little reviews for the TV Pilot Episodes:
a. DILIMan Presents: Bitin (almost grand-slammer BEST TV DRAMA)— the casting was highly laudable: Guia (the protagonist) was of course too pretty for his suitor Drew, who was inclined to being the “makulit/nakakainis” type of guy; Lara emanated from being an also-star to a mysterious role adding to the enigma; and who couldn’t forget about Agnes’ projection of ambivalence, mendacity and fright. Not to mention, the cat in the OBB was telegenic.