ToDaY I'D liKE tO....

...Play and


... Drink 2 glasses of zombie or 4 bottles of vodka mudshake.

...Go bowling or play pingpong

...Eat chicharon

...Play with amiel

...Watch the sunset

...Stop thinking for 5 seconds

...Start working on my thesis proposal

...Feed the fish

...Play shaggidy-shapopo with my cubemates

...Go to the gym and work-out for an hour

...Email my dad

...Plan for the alumni homecoming

...Look for the new Samantha Chavez CD..(who da hell is Samantha!?!? hehehe)

SuRvIvInG d AluMni ENgIneErIng HoMeComing

Hmm...such a while since I've last written in this blog. And who wouldn't afford such time when I don't even have the luxury of doing my thesis proposal!!?!?

For the past few days, I have been so busy doing work (as usual), work and work. Hmm..oops..I've watched The Incredibles pala and it was very nice and funny. I recommend it to everbody.

What made me busy the past few days?!? Boys?Hmm. Asa pa. Mas lalo akong tigang right now because of stress. School? I hardly had the time to write and review my proposal. Oh, now I know. Its the freaking ADXXXXX. Hay nako. Finding the failure mechanism and rootcause of that device is like finding out which came first, the egg or the chicken.

So I thought, maybe I need some unwinding. And there I was, on a late Saturday noon, dressed up in gorgeous clothes (actually they are not gorgeous, im just making this up..hehehe) and ready to rumble. I will be attending the Engineering Alumni Homecoming!!! Hurray!!! It's my first time and it was 5 years since I last graduated. Such a long time, huh!

I arrived Bahay ng Alumni at around 6 PM. Well, guess what?!? Puro thunder! Yes. What do you expect!?!? It's an alumni homecoming and most of the attendees are the old ones eager to know if their batchmates are still alive. Har har har. Fortunately, I get to see a few familiar faces: my thesis adviser, my dynamics teacher, my mechanics teacher, a few students, some batchmates and some older batches. I mean OLDER.

The event was kinda boring at first. I remember browsing my PC buyers guide out of boredom. The band was great. I was just wondering: How would I look like 20 years after? What will I be then? Will I still be alive? Married? Har har. PHD degree holder? Rich? I WISH! As they say, most people come to alumni homecomings just to showcase their good careers. Hmm. Have I already achieved what I want? I was actually joking my housemate, who happens to be my batchmate, that if she happens to be in the alumni homecoming, we would seem like Romy and Michelle in the movie "Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion". Hehehe.

The party was calmed down until they had a sing that tune game. Basically, you have to guess the song and when you get it right, you have to sing two lines before you can win a gift pack. Out of boredom (and probably with the persuasion I got from my tablemates), I joined the contest. And the rest is history. The song was actually I will survive . I was not able to sing the first line because I did not get the proper timing. So I started with..

to think that i can never live
without you by my side

And the person behind me instructed me to be creative and go down the stage. I decided to be more creative than what he suggested so I added a few dance steps.. Yebah! And before i ended the song, I found the crowd clapping their hands.
At the end of song, they gave me a box of coke in cans (24 pieces wowoweeee).

Hmm...sarap talagang maging bakla.

DramAhan na Naman ItO

To the one who wrote this, I feel you. Di nga lang kita kilala. I find this over the internet and couldnt help but post it here.

Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens your heart and
it means someone can get inside you and mess you
up.
You build up all these defenses. You build
up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can
hurt you, then one stupid person, no different
from any other stupid person, wanders into your
stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They
don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day
like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your
life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out
and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a
simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be
friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a
glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just
in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a
real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
It's difficult and painful to love....and yet, many people
still prefer to hurt than not love at all. Count me as one of them...