Tumbling Down Memory Lane

Mood: nostalgic
Currently listening to: here we stand, amber pacific

so i wasn't really planning on blogging tonight. i dunno. the juices just ain't flowing tonight. aw. there's a lot of things that have happened today, but... aun.

oh. i've finally began watching one tree hill's season 5. i dunno. oth was my source of great quotes and great scenarios. not to mention killer bg's. i think it helped me a lot in coping with high school. ewan. it just feels like i owe part of my sanity and sobriety to it. heck. it made me realize a lot of things - like every moment matters.

i remember a certain episode. the teacher pairs them randomly into pairs and gives them a camera and an hour to do an assignment - how much is an hour really worth? the activity involves sharing, and the characters realize a lot of things; like the surname of a certain classmate who just hung out at the back. at the end of the activity, they will take a picture of their choice of how they perceive the other.

that episode gets to me. i dunno. maybe it's the timing. y'see, the characters only have a few months to go before grad. eh nung napanood ko, a few months na lang din, grad na ako. sheeet

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so i'm chatting with robert, an eccentric, wonka-philic and band-a-riffic friend of mine. my ym status reads "currently listening to DEATHCAB FOR CUTIE". siya naman, wiseass. nag react. :))

rb rb rb!: eew.
rb rb rb!: you listen to that?
daryl: yaaaap.
daryl: haha, ayos naman ah.
rb rb rb!: ay oh?
rb rb rb!: ewan ko.
rb rb rb!: =__
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: kala ko pangit eh
rb rb rb!: AMBER PACIFIC kasi pinapakinggan ko eh
rb rb rb!:
daryl: haha
daryl: k faaaayn
daryl: palitan ko.
daryl: nagiba na eh
daryl: *changes to STORY OF THE YEAR
rb rb rb!: eew
rb rb rb!: YOU listen to THAT?!
rb rb rb!:
daryl: haha!
rb rb rb!: epitaph na yan ah
rb rb rb!:
daryl: nga e.
rb rb rb!: ka tropa na nila ang the matches
rb rb rb!: at ang mcs
rb rb rb!: at ang farewell
daryl: eto.
rb rb rb!: at ang escape the fate
daryl: halifax?
daryl:
rb rb rb!: at ang sound of animals fighting
rb rb rb!: which song nila?
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: myy aaaaaaaaaaarms
rb rb rb!: are gettiiiiiing tired
rb rb rb!: from holding this relationship up... TEN FINGERS ISN'T QUITE ENOUGH
rb rb rb!: and your heaaart is gettiiiiing heavy your on my knees

pos un. mula sa opening crap na un, napunta kami sa...

daryl: naalala ko lang ung halifax
daryl: un ung una mong testi sa kin eh. lololololz
rb rb rb!: unang testi?
daryl: yaaaapers
rb rb rb!: anong kanta?
daryl: pos story of the year
daryl: pos puro text na
daryl:
daryl: *
daryl: panahon pa to ng langyang cultural presenattion
rb rb rb!: tae namimiis ko na yun
rb rb rb!: we were COMPLETE FAILURES back then.\
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: oh well.
rb rb rb!: dun tayo nagkakila-kilala
daryl: haha!
rb rb rb!: gawa ka naman post tungkol dun oh
daryl: u nga2
rb rb rb!: how it aaaall happened.
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: naalala ko pa nu
rb rb rb!: *nun
daryl: nyek
rb rb rb!: sa paramore pa tayo nagkasundo
daryl: may tinatapos pa nga akong post eh.
daryl: ndi matapos tapos sa dami ng lumulusot na crapp
rb rb rb!: haha!
rb rb rb!: lumulusot na pala ngayon ang tae?
daryl: ay potek
daryl: kitams
daryl: gulo utak ko shet
daryl: *sumsulpot na crap dpat yan!

ganyan kami ka weirdoo.

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so it got me thinking. erm. let me rephrase. it got me walking down memory lane.

my junior cultural presentation experience was shitty. it demanded a lot of my time and a lot of burgers. not to mention brain cells.

so aun. the courier team were given the task of being script writers for a play. ung plan dun, ang mga 1st year na courier members ay magsusulat ng script sa panahon ng kastila, ang 2nd year sa panahon ng hapon, and ang 3rd and 4th years sa contemporary period. it was spearheaded by antonio, a director of some kind.

since i was a junior at the time, dun ako napunta sa contempo. nakilala ko sina ernie, carl, neulfred, rb, ced, cheese, dioquinow at iba pang kasama sa uber late na play practices. grabe nun. sa AVR kasi ginagawa ang mga meetings at mga practices. eh ang AVR ay sa 3rd floor pa ng lumang building. pos ang corridor nun ang rumored "white lady corridor", isang corridor na kung saan... well duh. may white lady, plus a headless friar.

due to the infinite wisdom of our beloved school, kapag oras ng umuwi (mga 6 pataas) sarado na ang mga ilaw papunta sa baba.

so kami namang team contempo, dahil sa hindi matapos tapos ang mga gawain, ay almost always late kung umalis. shit. so bale todo laughtrip at screamtrip kami. potek.

may one time na binuksan ni carl ang ilaw sa isang end ng 2nd floor corridor. pagkadating namin sa kabilang end, pinatay niya ang ilaw at bumaba na kami sa stairs. nung nasa 2nd step na ako, biglang bumukas ang ilaw at holy shet. murahan kaming lahat. kanya kanyang panic.

pos sakto pa ung corridor. dun sa end na binabaan namin(kung saan pinatay ni carl ang ilaw) ay may rebulto ni Mama Mary. i love Mama Mary. but you have to admit, it looks sort of scary at night, especially in the eyes of stressed out playwrights.

pos may time din na nag meeting kami sa labas ng AVR. as in labas talaga. upo sa semento. actually, hindi ko nga alam kung bakit eh. may upuan naman sa AVR at airconditioned. weird.

so aun. meeting sa labas mismo ng AVR. eh si cedric, absent nung time na un. may letter daw siya. pos sa letter na un, sa sobrang heart jerking, napaiyak kaming present. absent daw siya dahil sa foot niya. so napaiyak kami. nagnilay nilay sa kahulugan ng buhay. pramis. to the tune of amber pacific's here we stand.

aun. in the end, walang natapos ang team contempo at hindi sinama ang script namin kasi sobrang rejected na nun. so bale walang contemporary sa play nung cultural presentation. tae. sayang pagod namin.

but in the end.. i feel great. it's not like those standard cookie-cutter endings, wherein it almost always ends up with everybody's win. yeah. from a weird viewpoint, we may seem as losers and weirdos, but we are still our own losers and weirdos. we weren't simply there. we gave it what we had. we bonded to the death. we shared in other's problems.

and as the greatest prize, we had the glory of knowing each other. heck, tingnan mo naman, ka chat ko pa rin si robert ngaun, isa ring ka team contempo ko. it just shows that bonds made with extreme pressure lasts. and i'm talking figuratively AND literally.