Zis iz one of those days when a sudden burst heavy rains. a thunderstorm perhaps, would be a really, really big blessing just to freshen up the ground.

Walking under the heat, with just an umbrella and a small fan to help cool things off while catching the smoke belching spurts by jeepneys and buses running along Taft Avenue vazn’t so good for someone like me. Not zat I am exaggerating about my condition, but zat vaz very exhausting, not until my English teacher crush back in high school came by and gave me zat familiarizing look just before she went inside the premises of my alma mater. She still wears zat ever captivating smile by the way. Made my day, really. Especially when she recognized me after a few good looks. She even got ecstatic the moment she remembered my name.

But hey, I’m not here to tell stories about her. Ze past two days of Freshmen Orientation vaz supposed to be my topic. It vaz good. Fun, actually. I never expected those hundred or so kids from different places (who don’t even know each other just yet) to actually be zat active during ze event. Hopefully they get along with one another well to pull things together during their first year in their chosen college. Just when you thought zat being an officer iz so easy, think again. Ze names may sound attractive, but ze job behind them is definitely NOT. You might want to think again before you accept a position in your org. BUT HEY, YOU ARE SUPERIOR IN A SENSE. BWAHAHAHAHAHA.

I vaz thinking of buying something before Tuesday, but I can’t actually decide on what to actually buy. I don’t want unnecessary expenses right now, maybe I vaz influenced by my recent job of being a treasurer for our student org last year. I guess I’m still pre-occupied, but that’s good for me and for my pocket as well. Looks like I’ll end up deciding on the last minute of Monday’s 23rd hour. I just hate zis side of me. I want to kill myself zis very moment. But hey, let me finish my entry first.

Well, I will be back yet again to the reality of writing some concept papers, proofreading an annual just before classes start, at the same time typing zis blog entry. Now I’m thinking, maybe I should’ve taken any Communication courses instead of what I’m taking right now? Zis reminds me of what my English teacher (Zis iz still my ‘crush’) told me about a few years back; taking something related to literature or communication. She said I had the potential to write literature in the likes of Hemingway, now I’m thinking how she would attest to that once she sees how poorly I write these days. Even my forte of grammar is broken, in my opinion. Hopefully she understands.

June 10’s looming nearer, but I try to look at the bright side. That’s a Tuesday, so a minus one Monday for classes; it’s the celebration of the UP Centennial, perhaps a minus one week again, and some more activities to add up to the minus(es) hence I end up having no June at all. Well, it looks like this will be a not-so-very-long sem for me. More zzz’s to come and help me in resting. Lolz.

Usual routines haunt us back, as we try to struggle through everyday life’s hustle and bustle come the hectic schedule of paperworks and other ‘important’ matters for them, at the least. We’ll get to see friends again, some people we missed, some not really. Books, uniforms, the usual pen-borrowers, paper parasites, teacher and student-crushes, stories of beaches and sloths (summer did not really say goodbye just yet), and the like. Ecstasy (not the drug) engulfs the air as the long wait for classmates to see each other again will soon be lifted come enrollment day.

I’ll be starting trying to get myself together again. This time, it will be a bit easier. Hopefully. Now it’s really time to say goodbye, summer. Lol.

Goodbye.

I can’t even think whether I would announce this new blog to others, or wait until someone notices, whatever. With all the new add-ons and widgets people (including me) put in their blogs nowadays, putting everything again here seems hard enough. The thought of registering this new blog in all search sites, announcing to all known friends and online buddies to change their links (if they will ever do it), makes my second personality (Yes, I have MPD: just count the open and close parentheses in this entire post, you’ll realize it) tell me: “Don’t change blogs now, you idiot. You think your fellow bloggers would have the time, perhaps even the effort to change your goddamn URL just for this blog? (Yaya) You’re such a loser.”

Well, How should I say this? This post is getting longer (ironically, the post title is well.. short) as I go typing everything about the blog alone. What more if I told you things about me? To cut it short, I’m literally taking chances on getting your trust back (if you ever had, at least) to me and my blog. And so with that, here goes my new ‘home.’ With that, there’s nothing left to say but,

“Hello, world.”

Ay, yung title. Kamusta? Kung ako tatanungin Ok naman ako. Ikaw? Comment ka kahit maikli lang tong binasa mo. Sayang naman pumunta ka pa ng blog ko. Lol. Bibigyan ko ng cheeseburger ang una. As if magkikita tayo.

AND, they’re now open for nominations. So much to say, but just click below.

Nominate your bets now!

Lol. I hope the title already said it all.

Here’s to hoping I can still come.

Born and raised to be a left handed person (thought to be a so-called ‘lefty’ by experts, hell yeah), I always get to do things differently. I’ve been used to performing two or more activities simultaneously, termed by most as multi-tasking, but I would rather prefer it to come as the definition of a quite familiar word ‘cramming,’ which actually happens to be my middle name.

Solving problems holistically rather than doing step by step, judging both sides of the story before implementing actions, I got too deeply instilled by the principle that it almost became a routine for me in the past ten or so years.

Well, it never failed me back then. I still manage to survive although I admit that I’m somewhat hanging by a thread each time I do it. But like any normal situation, what if’s came in the way. Inevitably enough, there are times that my methods fail, that is if they do work at all.

What I do hope is that I could set things right this time. Looks somewhat cryptic once again, but I know I’ll surely figure it out, one way or another.

Let the picture talk.

Holy Week may seem like just another regular hell week for most of us, taking advantage of the temporary break from the four corners of the classroom to do nothing but face handouts and reviewers if not the computer (to do paperworks, open blogs, etc.) for academic reasons – Final Exams. Hopefully they, rather we still know why Holy Week is here for us.

Some may feel like they want to explode because of too much pressure, some may want to have that spark to get them back on track. Well this past week, I just wanted some time to regain my composure. I was only given four days.

Then I realized, those four days were more than enough.

[Happy Easter.]

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