for the past few weeks, this has been my sworn motto in life. no wait. it has been my motto in life since time immemorial, i just realized it is when saerom asked for an advice some days back. what does it say? well, for one, it says don't waste your life on things that'll steal your youth and depreciate your confidence in your physical, intellectual, emotional, spiritual, and social capacities. some might say this applies to every delinquent and astray individual on the planet. they maybe right and i won't deny it because a facet of the general context suggests so. however, wise people *ehem* can use this whatever disposition, coupled with great timing, to their advantage.

case 1 (they sort themselves out): cwts alsmost killed me last sem. day and night, and night and day, all i did was worry 'bout where the heck we were supposed to get the 40K. the train of thought that develops each time i try to think of a brilliant solution keeps gettin more and more absurd by the minute --- i start with the idea of giving out solicitation letters to rich company officers, and somehow, i get to thinking of pulling a bank robbery stint. 'course i'd never do that desperate measure no matter how desperate i am (i would never have succeeded anyway). so i just gave my best in what i could do. i did my job: i looked for donors, gave them the info, and convinced them best i could. whether they shared or not was a decision left to them. turned out that the group was a little short on the money, even so, i gather the dedication to respective jobs was there, and that might be why we all avoided being in a gray area. so see here, come the end of sem and the issuance of accomplished class cards, i find out i passed the subject. whew, yeah.

cwts group: wacked



cwts group: corporate look!

case 2 (if they don't seem to, keep on believing they will): this week was devoted to enlistment. the important thing was to get 18 units and pe. wednesday, the manual enlistment sked for non-tri-coll students (crappy if you ask me), as usual, was just pacute. thursday wasn't counted as prerog day because it was full as it was. today, however, was my judgment day. my charm was once more put to test. i have been dreading to approach the instructors since last night; to say that all the emotion welling up inside me was complete terror is an understatement. anyway, time is always a tease, so no matter what i did to make it go slower, it pissed me by moving faster. i tried a dance class and the prof plain screwed my chance of losing weight and getting a decent sked by refusing me. oh well, sometimes attitude is a curse. i thought of my other alternatives. there were still other classes going about, and i decided i might go for social dance rather than volleyball. the instructor is kind but the condition she asked of all those who would like to prerog seemed.. i dunno how to describe it exactly but if there's one thing i know, it's that for sometime i felt like freakin out. she asked us to dance.. before the whole class. dancing might have been a chicken feat for the others but for me it's totally.. not. it's not that i don't dance. i mean, sure i dance but i don't think it likely that i would be seen dancing in front of people and for their entertainment and during a time when not a single strand of muscle control is awake in my head. but there. i must've looked like a freak, a creep, a loser who totally sucks but i did it anyway just to get the class. oh, the extents you'd go to. urggggh.

class after pe was econ and after that i have a 3 hr break that i have to fill with an ah (that's AH, as in arts and humanities). i joined d2 and waited for niña (the birthday girl!) so we could give her her 18 lollipops and sing her the birthday song.

micha and cams fixin decors



voila! finished product!



joke nanaman ako



five asses, three faces, and jm's pants



ivo and charmo



archie busted



cute!



porn! hehe



mas porn!



she finally arrived.

i was aiming to be at cal for prerog by 1130 but the songs, greetings, photo ops took longer than expected. i might've sounded like an oc, constantly nagging saerom to go to cal. but there (again). we got there 20 minutes after classes started and the prof of our target class was halfway her discussion. we waited on her door, got her attention and a smile, and waited some more, in the process acting as seaweeds. haha. we thought we might get a little ahead, wanting to get into theater class an' all. anyway, the prof didn't let us in 'til the class was through but just the same, after a pacute and pagmamakaawa, she enlisted us. fate favored us. :D

fine. at some point i maybe wrong. but this works for me so i won't really mind if you disagree.