Cats

just had to post this. aww. cute cat. I swear, no matter what the picture looks like he's doing, he's actually sniffing the flowers. Cute.


Ahem.

So tomorrow's Labor Day, and guess what? I'm included! Yay! Summer Jobbers are included in the celebration, so you can guess how happy i'm feeling. Yessz! Haha, this not only marks the fact that i don't have work tomorrow, but aslo the fact that i actually lasted this long.

Excuse me for being a tad OA, but mehn. It's kind of a fuzzy feeling when you realize that you've actually worked your ass off for something like this. Sigh. (dances)

Guess i'll start on working on my room. hmm. Yaawn... Chocolate fix, chocolate fix.. argh.

Better sleep, it's 30 minutes after 12.

Naaah. I'd go and check another forum thread.

Ja, ne. Oyasumi.

In Vitro

Haha, it's evening.

Today was supposed to be "make-a-yearbook-day" but oh well. It's okay. Nakita ko naman ung mga taong matagal ko ng hindi nakikita eh. haha.

Instead of "make-a-yearbook-day", i got a "spend-money-at-moa-day", which, by the way, is definitely okay. I guess it was the worth the time, the money and the brain cells.

Also, i broke my old mantra - to never buy coffee at starbucks, unless ABSOLUTELY necessary.
Don't get me wrong, i like coffee as much as i like milk tea. But to shell out a hundred bucks for coffee just for nothing is.. so wrong. I mean, i consumed the whole thing in a matter of minutes. I don't have the urge to pay a lot of money for popularity's sake.

Today was also the day i hung out with people that i don't usually hang out with. It's like, we meet at school and we go "yo!" or "ui!". But it ends there.

Turns out, it's refreshing. They have a lot of stories to tell, a lot of experiences. It was fun walking around moa,(let me stress the word waaaalllkiiiinnggg). We went to a lot of bookstores, and i found myself buying a comic anthology of life in progress, against my better judgment. The publisher was PSICOM, and those they publish turn out to be a hit or miss special. Luckily, it was a hit. It's about college life, and even though some of the jokes are corny, it was funny and intelligent enough for me.

Haha, oh, and i really want to try out ice skating. Seems fun eh. Y'see, the girl i saw earlier was doing amazing stunts on ice , i couldn't help but keep on going, "Arvin(Santiago), tae, ang galing oh. Elibs! Pio, Pioooo! Tingnan mo oh. haha, Elibs, elibs! Pa Japan naman sana un!"

Ahem. Excuse, where was I.

Ayun. I wanted to try out ice skating. Hmm. Time to call upon the barkada. Waaait.

Ring, ring ring.

.....

Wala. Hindi kumpleto. Aww.


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As we were riding en route to moa, the guys were talking about how their dads taught them how to drive. They were talking animatedly, laughing about how Mr. A overtook Mr. B, how Mr. C ignored Mr. D, and so and so forth.

I could only laugh along.

My dad and I aren't really on best terms. (Biased POV) Y'see, practically the only thing that was the same with us was the fact that we were terrible speakers; i mumble my words, and he doesn't even say a word.

Hmm. Looking back, i think it was due to my eye disease that he started hating me. From his past lessons - fixing a generator, dismantling bars of iron, painting wall far from my reach - i have speculated that he saw my eye disease as an ailment, as a handicap. As compensation, he taught me how things work. My ultimate dream is to be a pediatrician. His is for me to be an engineer, a jack-of-all-trades, a paragon of virtues.

Though i recognize his efforts, i'm sorry. I just can't be someone like that. I just can't be someone so perfect. I'm really sorry, dad. As much as i respect you, i just can't be like that.

Sorry for the.. umm. long post. haha. Yawn.

Your Friend's Friends and The Things That Happened Last Night

So today is Monday. For once, i''m not really pissed that it's that day today. Haha, that's because today, i'm going to school for the yearbook planning. haha, that means i don't have to attend my summer job. yeah man! (dances happily)

Of course, there are other reasons. I miss the school. I miss the newsroom. I miss being late, I miss kicking the wall. I feel so... kuya whenever i pass those corridors. Who won't be? I'm a freaking graduate.

I wonder how everyone is doing. I know my friends are doing well; someone even makes it a daily habit of texting me everyday. Talk about going gay, eh?

But what about the others? Y'know. The people that are your friend's friends that you didn't really get to know more about. The people that say hi! or uy! whenever you pass them at the corridors. You don't really know a lot nor do you hang around them often, but they're your friends nonetheless.

Eh. What am i worrying about? I bet they're doing okay. They might even be hanging around a beach resort. Or a cafe. Or a restaurant.

Stop worrying. Relaaaax. Haha.

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Last night, I heard Mass, and the wind was very peaceful. The kind of wind that caresses you when you stand, the kind of wind that makes you believe that you're not the only one, but a part of bigger piece.

Anyway, our parish is a large one, complete with a playground, a court and a nice lot of green grass. The parish itself is a circular structure elevated with a three step staircase. Separating the inside of the parish and the outside is a space, which is also elevated, separating it from the bushes below.

That space is The Space, the place where i usually stand. Everybody knows that unless needed, i don't enter the parish itself. I stay at that space and listen to everything. Hey - to each his own. Besides, there are many forms of worship, and that just turned out to be mine.

So aun. The priest was saying, "Sino ba ang mas mahal ng isang ina? Ang anak na pasaway, o ang anak na masunurin?"

Then i thought, "Parehas."

Then he said "Siyempre, ang batang masunurin..."

Freaky. I don't know if i'm wrong thinking like that, or even if i'm wrong posting that here. It just feels freaky, you know. F.R.E.A.K.Y.

The Flesh and The Bone Disclosure.

Over the past few days, a lot of stuff has happened. Of course, there's the amazing race(see previous post), but i forgot to mention a lot of things, some of which are too private to even disclose in something so public as a blog.

let me first start with the things i can disclose.

I think that i've finally graduated from being childish and have started to act more mature. If you're reading this and you're under 16, trust me. It's a whole new ball game. When you hit 16, i bet you'll have questions you have to ask, right? Well here's a little cheat code dude - no one will tell you what the answer is. You'll have to find out for yourself. If you can't, then it's game over. Oh - there are no continues or insert new coins. Even though you can correct your mistakes, they'll still be there, y'know. Correcting your mistakes only reach there. It doesn't erase what you've done. The end does not justify the means.

Remember what some old folks told you back then? Home is where the heart is. That's so freaking true. There are some places where they can't reach you, some places where you are safe from The Conspiracy. That is your home.

But wait. What exactly is a home?

Define it yourself.

Friends are forever. I know i'm not exactly the best person to say this, but i can honestly say that thanks to my friends, I have survived. That goes out to all of the friends i have seen, felt, and appreciated. Thanks guys. Rock on. Peace out.

There only so many things that you can be half sure of what's going to happen. The rest are all days of uncertainty.You don't know what you're going to do, you don't know what's going to happen, you don't know who you're going to meet.

But that is exactly what life is. Exactly that, life is. It is spontaneity at it's rawest state.
The only things that you can do is to brace yourself for the impact and grab hold of your family and friends to last you on.

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With that aside, i leave you a quote from one of my favorite bands, The Foo Fighters, from their legendary song, Best of You.

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess

The Amazing Race, UST leg.

Wooohoooo! I just got home, and i uber walked my legs out IN THE SUN, I swear i lost about at least a jillion of my brain cells.

Most people acknowledge the fact that i am a late sleeper; i usually sleep at about 12 or 2 in the morning back in highschool. Of course, it doesn't mean that i get up early.

And that's exactly what happened. I was planning on waking up at 5 am, cause people were telling me to just camp it out at ust than to wait at least three hours in the heat. I prepared everything the night before, prayed to God and slept peacefully.

Too peacefully.

I woke up at around 6 am. Of course, my first action was to cuss myself silently. Then i ran downstairs and was shocked to find out that not even a piece of bread was toasted. I ran upstairs, convincing myself that it would be better to just skip breakfast altogether and just concentrate on getting there. I jumped into the shower and turned on the shower at full blast without realizing...

I was still wearing clothes.

In addition, the water was uber hot.

I began to hyperventilate.

I ran out of the house with a piece of pandesal in my mouth. Thankfully, i caught an Fx quickly. After that, it was smooth sailing.

When i finally got there, there were already people. So maaany people. Again, so maaaaaany people walking here and there. Thankfully, the scenery was good(I mean the trees. HAHA.), so it didn't exactly cause immediate pissed-off mode.

Despite how i look, i'm good at following directions. Thanks to that(and a super duper helpful desk assistant, haha), i finally led my carcass to the 2nd step - Choosing a PE class.

The available classes were 1) arnis, 2) badminton, 3)volleyball, 4)korfball, 5)folk dance 6)fitness and 7) swimming.

The first thought that hit my head was not what to choose, but must i really choose? i mean, i know i said in one of the previous posts that new things were welcome, but it's really strange when everything comes down to it. I guess it's hard to throw out old habits. Memories of being thrown the ball that literally sent me flying(i was only six, damnit.) and volleyball balls that seemed to declare my head their own dartboard came rushing back.

The second thought, however, was a line that some wise guy said(aristotle, i think) Change is the only thing permanent in this world.

So aun. I ended up taking korfball(whatever that is) and arnis.

After filling up the form, we were shown the way into the gymnasium and here's where i finally got my ass enrolled. Yeah. Three cheers! Actually it wasn't really hard at all. I give the UST attending staff an eleven out of ten. They were really considerate, especially the one at the gate with the incredibly black eyes. Wow.

As i was making my way out of the gate, i noticed that there were still some agendas left - the picture taking for the ID, and the uniform, which were both handled with ease.

Naah. Guess who looks like a zombie in his ID.

yap. you got it. I look like i'm a friggin zombie. I dunno, whenever i remove my glasses, my eyes just.. shrink. Sheesh. Namaaaan. Add the fact that i've been running across people AND IT'S FREAKING SUMMER TIME, so aun. I look like a zombie, drenched in Chemical S. S for sweat.

Good thing i have a few things to look forward too. Went to Quiapo after, and finally landed me a copy of SAIKANO, a show i've been dying to see. It's about a shy girl who somehow ends up being a weapon, capable of destroying the whole world. But no matter how powerful she is, she still ends up in love. I'm a sucker for this kind of shows, you see.

And so that ends the UST venture.

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PS. by the way, my block is 1-PSY5, so if any of you guys are reading this, hello.

If There's The Bucket List, Then Here's The Worry List ni Ding

WAH. I can't freaking sleep. So i'm here now. Sigh. My playlist keeps on shuffling songs, and i keep on clicking the next button. Haay. So now you see how bored i am?

I've been drinking milk tea a lot recently, and it really helped me to calm the nerves wrecked from constant thinking. Let me make a list.

The Worry List

1. Summer Job Blues.
This is pretty expected, since i've been uber complaining(silently, of course.) about it. I mean, i work my ass off for 8 hours, and all i get is 108php. Not even a word of Hey, you did great again today, thanks. ARGH. Plus i think i've already cleaned plenty of that branch, thanks very much.

The problem is, if quit, i risk putting my mom the butt of gossip for the next millenia or so. Naman oh. I can just imagine mercury people going..

MP1: Hoy mare!
MP2: Ui, bakit mare?
MP1: Alam mo ba ung anak ni Mam Justine?
MP2: Ahh...... Ung mabait, cute tsaka nakasalamin?
MP1: Oo! Aba'y nag quit sa summer job!
MP2: YACCCKK. Baka ganyan din ang nanay nun!
MP1: Pogi?
MP2: ....

Hay. Except for the pogi part, this could be the next reality. Huhu.

2:Glaucoma
Since probably a lot of people don't know, i have glaucoma, and i found out that i have it last December 26, 2007. Talk about Christmas.

Glaucoma, in layman's terms, is like a heart attack on the eyes. Imagine a globe, then imagine a few wires under it. If you put pressure on that globe, then most likely, the wires underneath that will cause a phenomenon similar to arteriosclerosis - the wires are literally under pressure.

Globe is to the eye, as wires is to the optic nerves, btw.

Fun stuff, eh?

3. I need to clean my room!

This isn't exactly a problem. I can clean my room just fine. The real problem is..

3. Laziness
I just bought two black cartolina, 2o sheets of black paper, colored dustless chalk and taa daa! A metallic pen. Haha, i have ambitious plans for my room. I plan to create a conspiracy collage, the contents of which would be the tracks i left all throughout HS, with a big This Is A Conspiracy written smack in the center.

Then inspired by the zetsubou theme, i think i can manage to draw stuff using the said metallic pen. Hmm.. Although Warhol themed art isn't half bad, but it'll take me ages...

Who cares.

But all of these will remain as just that - ambitious plans unless i take the energy and time to do it.

Which leads me to my next worry..

4. Time
I fear that i have no time. Everything is moving like a blur. In just a few days' time, I'll be going alone to enroll myself. In just a few hours' time, i'll be treated like a kid again. In just a few hours' time i'll be unable to hold back emotions and spill it all out talking incessantly in my head. In just a few hours' time, i'll be swimming back into consciousness and slip away somewhere unknown.

I'm scared, a lot.

But I keep telling myself to be brave, to survive. If i don't keep telling myself thos words, then who will? Everybody's busy living their HS summers, their lives. They jog to keep up in pace with the world, leaving people like me, who walk in a pace comfortable enough to sniff and see things alien.

5: What if i keep up?
If i hasten up my pace, then undoubtedly i'll be accomplishing a lot of things. But if i do that, then it probably wouldn't even be me anymore. It'll be someone else.

Scratch no.5 off my worry list.

6: Blog Design
Wah, gusto ko ng palitan ang design ng mas maayos. Tingin ko alam ko na kung paano, konting kalikot na lang.. kaso. Argh. Does anyone know a good tutorial site?

Nakakatamad. haha.

Sigh. I really need to get some sleep soon. Minna, oyasuminasai.

Ja.

Ill be there.

Finally, it's saturdaaaay. Owyeah. Haha, it's funny - i came home expecting an empty computer seat, and voila. Kid bro's PLAYING dota.

And i say to myself.. WHAT THE @!#@!!

sheesh/ I guess it's to be expected, he's been hanging around computer shops a lot lately. That must explain it.

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So today's 19, and it's a very special date to me. I just dunno if... naah. nevermind. I think i know the answer already, haha.

On a side news, Nikki's going to UST too, at the college of engineering. IE ung course. And it amazes me, because she's one of the most creative writers i've ever known, tapos IE?

Then again, it's her decision. Support, support. I bet she'll do something amazing anyway.

Haha, which reminds me, i've been reading a forum about UST life, and i can't wait to start college. (Haha, that bunch of words is beginning to sound old, no?)

I think the only time i've been excited like this is... dunno. Maybe this is the first time. Woo!!

I just remembered. I once made an analogy.

UP is to Griffindor.
DLSU is to Slytherin.
AdMU is to Ravenclaw.
UST is to Hupplepuff.

Which reminds me - i wasn't a fan of analogies. Haha. Guess we'll have to duke it out to find out.

Pray for my ass.

Random, again.

Si Bonty, ang tinaguriang gangster sa aming barkada, ay lumipat na sa bahay nila sa Cavite kaninang madaling araw. Aww.

So i'm a BIT sad about Bonty's leave, but i guess it can't be helped. After all, it's his family's decision, and i think we should respect that.

Haha. It looks like we'll be left with a lot of quiet moments, eh?

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I've been checking out the UST forum, and boooy. College sure is different, eh?

I think i want to try out swimming, for a change. Or maybe softball. Haha, it'd be great to see new kinds of stuff. I just hope that there aren't any... hmm.. freakykindofclassmates. Yknow. Just like some of the people i know back in highschool. I just don't get along with them at all. Haha, i tried checking out if there was a pattern or a link connecting those kind of people, but naah. I mean, there are, but i'd rather not discuss them here.

I'm scared. That is a fact i'm ready to admit.

Breathing Never Felt so Hard

Sigh. Some carpenters came over to fix the sink downstairs, and the air is freaking filled with dust. Cough, cough.

Then again, i'm not REALLY complaining, i'd take any chance to call on sick again. I hate my summer job. It's boring and the pay's low. Sheeshese.

Dance, Baby Human

Argh. I'm in a pickle. (haha, try saying that ten times REAL fast) Since mom's birthday is tomorrow, and i just recently got my first summer pay, i figured it's the best time for me to properly present a present. Don't laugh, i can be pretty stupid at times.

And that stupidity prompted me to say the following lines.

D: Ma, Eto ung first pay ko oh. 500.
M: Wow. Anong una mong bibil-
D: Eto. 250. Hati tayo mehn
(screaming inside) Hwwwo! Anong sinabi ko mehn?! Waaah!
D: Sige na, kuhain mo na ma. Eh diba nga kung hindi dahil sa'yo eh hindi ako makakapag summer job dun?
(again, inside) Taaae namaaan!
M: O sige... bahala ka. haha..

So aun. Lucky or what, eh? haha.

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I still don't feel like i'm a HS graduate. Dunno. It's just me. Dang. To make matters worse, the internet is sooo slooow these days. I dunno if i'm the only one experiencing this kind of stuff, but it would be really unfair if it turns out that way.

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On the upside of things, an underclassman said that she'd be really happy to have me as her big bro. Aww. Promise. Natouch ako dun. Haha, even though i [practically laze around the school all day, she still said that. Now that takes guts or a thick head.

Probably the latter, but i really wish it was the former.

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Got up early today. Probably because i never even got sleep in the first place, haha.

So aun. After the obligatory morning stretches and stuff, i finally found the will needed to drag my carcass downstairs.

Got a call from bonty.

Kitakits daw sa gatch.
Okay, came my casual reply.

And so. Here i am, in front of the pc, 10:22 pm.

Wallet's dead. ouchie. There goes my 250.

Well. Easy come, easy go.

think.

this day, i think i've figured out how a person thinks.

nuff said.

Quiz, Quiz, Quiz

naah. I still have to see pigs fly before i believe in this.

Sigh. I wish pigs could fly, eh?

My mind's a bit flayed right now, the result of which is my sudden urge to spout randomness.

Having a summer job isn't too bad. Sure you end up with the questions like what to eat? or how do i do this? or dang, that looked really cute on her. Erm, sorry. the last one wasn't a question, haha.

Yeah. A summer job isn't so bad after all. Cleaning up the gondolas and stocking up on the inventories isn't THAT hard. Plus acting as the bagger for a friendly cashier is a sweet treat too.

So far, the only problem i see is how HARD it is to eat at the faculty table. When i tried it this lunch, i was overcome with a sudden bout of.. um. well, shyness. I mean, isn't eating a form of bonding? What if i'm just in the way when they're eating/bonding?

That, plus the pharmacy intern i was doing job training(in my case, summer job) with decided to go home to eat, so aun. haha.

Another problem i see is that it's only been the first day, and i already feel pooped a bit.

But other than that, it's been okay.

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Please, someone find me a download link, torrent, or cd installer of vocaloid:hatsune miku version! I'm getting boom out of my head just gazing at this awesome cover of Melt using vid clips from Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu.



And, this awesome cover by a band. KAT-TUN's if i'm not mistaken.



So please. Haha. :P

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The last time i saw a rainbow was when I was in church. I was outside, and there was a family of little girls right right ahead of me, just near the bars which separated "the outside" from "the inside", which contained the pews and the altar. Behind me was the garden and behind that was the parking and behind that, one can see the sky.

I was looking at the priest at that time when suddenly, a girl shouted with a toothless grin and a voice to rival that of horn, Daddy o! May rainbow!

Instantly, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked behind my back to see the rainbow. Of course, after seeing all of those eyes boring behind me, I looked as well.

It was a beautiful sight. A big rainbow, with a measure of at least.. an inch from where i stand. It was a freaking beautiful sight.

And then it hit me - what have we become, robots?

I mean, if it takes that much to amaze us, then look at what we have become. I think it hit me at that moment na what a bunch of losers we are, to feel so much excitement just from seeing a rainbow. I mean, sure. It only happens after the rain, but so what? Parang ngayon lang nakakita ng rainbow sa buong buhay nila eh. Me included. Look to what we have downgraded to. It won't hurt if you're excited, but to be THAT excited?

I think there's something wrong with the nation. Nope, there is definitely something wrong with not just the nation, but also with humanity.

Haha, just turned on the tv.

I rest my case.

Maybe Redemption Has Stories to Tell

The future scares me. Whenever i look upon those murky waters, i feel afraid.

As one book which i have conveniently forgotten the title said, it's not death we are afraid of, but the uncertainty we feel whenever we gaze upon Death's eyes. Well. Something like that.

I check the clock. It says 1:47 am. In a few hours, I'll be with my friends, playing games.

But what about in a few years? I doubt that we'll still be playing the old game again. It'll be something more exciting, i hope.

But what assurance have I? How can i be sure that everyone of us will still be together till that last day? What assurance?

In arcades, the more you pay, the more you have to play. In life, the more you pay, the less you have to play. Nope, i'm not talking about coins. I'm talking about the time.

High school. It's just about... hm. 1200+ days. We're supposed to live past those days and be stronger people.

But man. How much of those days do i get back?

I'll Write You a Story...

So this morning, I went to Cubao, for a seminar concerning my summer job as an SJT(summr job trainee). Basically, it means that Mercury Drug has a new slaaaave

What does my job entail? The usual things employees do; the only difference is that i get a much lower salary of 108php per day.

Argh. My primary incentive was the money. I willingly joined the SJT cause i thought that the pay would be 180php - that was the salary i was told of by my dear sweet mother. I mean, for four weeks with 6 days a week; that would net me about 4k. My mouth salivates at the thought of all the sundaes i could buy with that kind of money.

But. It turns out reality is not kind. For four weeks with 6 days a week, i'll be getting about 2k only. That's half my former estimate.

Then again, it's not bad. I guess it'll be another of those stories-to-tell-your-kids kind of moments. I can just imagine myself going...

D: Hey kids, d'you know daddy once worked at a summer job at Mercury?
K: (too busy playing some game on a high tech machine to even notice).

Sheesh.

So anyway, I'll be working at Mercury's at Lopez, Sucat branch, so if you're by the area, stop by. Watch me make my story. y

Vocaloid Search

As almost all of my friends know, I'm a fan of the upbeat songs - that's why i listen to jpop and jrock even though i understand only half or more of what they're saying. I'm the type of person that downloaded the stepmania program just for the sounds.

Imagine my surprise when i first heard a program that allows you to create your own music using an AI voice. Basically, it works kinda like this - you build the notes, and the AI sings it.

Grr. It'd really make my day to have that. Here's a sample vid of it.



So If you ever find a cd/link to vocaloid hatsune miku, please contact me. Please? :D

Chronicling Grad Day, Cont.

There's something really irksome about the school as i walked that afternoon in the afternoon heat, glad to be away from that moronic driver(see previous post). I'm guessing it was simply the heat that somehow addled my brain, or the driver's genes just spread through the air.

Anyway, we maneuvered our way to the school's pride and joy - the elevator. I mean, students only get to to use the damned thing whenever a third party comes to our school. Sheesh.

Luckily my mom spotted a kind looking old man and asked him if he knew how to tie a tie. The kind looking old man promptly agreed.

It was thanks to him that i swore, as long as possible, that i will never wear a tie again. He was smiling as he pulled the knot tighter. I guess it was a good thing that he agreed, but what the heck, man! Suffocation is a real thing, and it's happening a lot these days.

After giving my thanks and loosening my tie, we finally arrived at the destination.

Fast forward. We stepped up the stage, received the diploma and the awards, heard a few blah speeches, sung our grad song, and bang. We were - excuse me - we are now graduates of our school.

I can't say that i feel any wiser. It feels almost the same - just like any other vacation i've had countless of times. The same old feelings. The same old scenery.

But i'm guessing that something cool is going to happen soon. It's just a gut feeling, and my gut feelings are almost always right.

Ack. I've just remembered - I'm starting a summer job at Mercury this month. No, really. I only just remembered it a few seconds ago. (laughs)

Chronicling Grad Day

Okaaaay. So i'm back here, once again. For starters, this would officially be my 4th blog, but only the 2nd when we talk about the blog that i've taken seriously. The 1st and the 2nd all started in here, at blogspot. Sorry i forgot about the links.

By the way, my name is Ding. Ding Sumatra. Of course, Ding is a nickname.

aun. Let's start with what happened yesterday up to today, shall we? Not that you can refuse - I've already jotted it in memory.

Yesterday was graduation. But let's rewind before that. Yesterday morning, my friend and I went to UST to confirm our slots for college. He, Arvin, taking up BS Biology and yours truly taking up BS Psychology. Talk about paranoid - we arrived super early; 6 am to be exact. Turns out, confirmation wasn't due to open for another two hours.

Fast forward, right up to me walking up to the Dean Representative. Interesting kind of person she was; she kept calling my attention to all of the things i forgot at the table.

DR: Mr. Sumatra? (holds up my SAS envelope) I think this is yours?
DR: Mr. Sumatra? Your 1x1 id picture please, thanks you.

Wow. I'm betting the people intelligent enough to put 1 and 1 together could now understand what my name was. Thanks a lot, DR.

I was trying to save face when bang! In enters a lady also confirming her Psychology slot. She forgot her pen, so being the person most near and with most of the documents finished neatly, i gave her mine to write on. Yap, i gave her my pen. I remember thinking Hope she remembers my face as i gestured goodbye. Sheeesh.

Fast Forward. Afternoon, graduation day.

Hectic. TAE, my mom, who was supposed to come on 1 pm, came at a little to two thirty. I wasn't panicked back then. The grad proper was on 3:30 pm, anyway.

Fast Forward. A little minutes after she entered the room. She held my neat store provided ready to wear tie and pulled a little to too strong. The knot, which by the way looked really cool, slid off and boom. I was left with nothing but a tie, not the neat store provided ready to wear kind of tie. Thanks a lot mom.

I checked the clock. 3 pm. By this time, i was already dreading the moment i came late; opening the gym doors, basking in the gaze of 242 graduates plus their parents.

Snapped back to reality. Swore it would never happend.

We hailed a cab at around 3:10. There was still hope left. My mom and kid bro plopped in the back seat as i asked the driver to take us to my school, Saint Andrew's School.

Driver: Sent Andrus Schuol? San ho ba un?

All hope vanished. Plop.