Fresh pair of eyes.

C*ap. It's March already. I can hear the graduation hymn just about now and it's oddly one of my LSS's lately. Haha! I don't even know why I have the right to think of 'graduation' when I can hardly finish my thesis. The more I think about so many deadlines, like way way deadly lines coming my way, the more I want to bury myself alive. It didn't really occur to me that I'm about to finish college until March happened. So, for those who are wondering why the heck I'm still typing these down while I have thesis to do, I just want to clear my head for a minute.

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What I'll miss about college.. True enough, having spent 5 years as a former BS Tourism student in Lyceum of the Philippines to being a father-forced-and-unfortunately-got-accepted Iska ng bayan taking up BA Philippine Arts major in Arts Management is a sure way to say that my messed up College ventures are better than my moronic High School memoirs. Of course, there is a big difference between the two. In High School, you learn the importance of friendship, in College you learn the importance of independence. Although that again does not always apply to everyone. Anyway.

• First thing I'll miss about College, as an Iska, is of course my batchmates. Being a transferee was never easy for me. I remember in my not-so-freshie days how I cannot go out of the house without my cellphone slash mp3 on so as not to feel too alienated from everyone else (although that's exactly how I seemed) and until now I cannot go out without music ringing to my ears. I remember going out of the house wearing a different pair of slippers because going to school seemed like an everyday torment. It was one of my dullest days in my entire 21 years. It is in those days that I felt what it was like to have no one, as in literally no one to be with.

• Friends I made along the way, while I was feeling alone, while I cannot stand going to a class where I can only talk to my head and while I continue to think I'd graduate on my own--they all came into my life sort of slapped my pessimist-self away. 

• I'll prolly miss the epic long walks from CAS to Robinson's. Wow, that's epic-ly shallow. Hahaha! I'll miss my Orgs--UP Musician's Org and my Salinlahi family. Both of these orgs changed the way I see UP students, from their truest feeble-self to the fakest and most obsolete form. 

• In UP, I have met the only person who succesfully brought out the beast in me. The meanest, boldest, not-a-care-in-the-world self that I thought never existed. He will always be remembered for everything. As in, everything. You should know who I'm talking about. 

• I will miss the bus rides I take going to school and back home. There is something about bus rides especially when you gaze out of the window, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. Hopes, dreams and everything in-between, yea, I'll miss those.

• From the evilest, senseless to extremely admirable professors

• My daily/nightly thoughts of what to wear to school the next day. Shoes, too.

• The times I walk on my own not knowing where to go or what to do. Lost.

• From simple coffee to Lipovitan, Red Bull and Cobra.

• The dramas, the hatred and the unsaid words.

• The 'papansin' performances wherein I have consistently failed. :))

• Cats of CAS. :"">

• Thesis qualms. Sleepless nights. 

• Siestas, happiness and good times at Bo's place. (Le boyfriend of mi amiga)

• My one and only boy crush for 3 years. Girl crushes (countless).

So much for clearing my head at this gravely hour. But, I may not be able to do this again for the coming weeks as I strive to finish le thesis. Huhu. Pray for me, please. I wish everyone else, a warm goodluck! Especially for other fellow graduating students, nothing can be done successfully without perseverance and patience.


Here's a lullaby song for your happy sleep. :)