Sunrise
I've gritted and strangled my pillow throughtout his film. No, I don't hate it or maybe I do, let me explain. I'm a marshmallow. "Ilan to?" I've admitted this for over countless times...The couple here embodies, if not everythig, most of what I aspire for in love. That gut-wrenching magical high you get, where everything just falls into place as if it was the universe's grand plan to put you through that moment where perfect seems tangible, possible. No, it doen't require a picturesque scene, a lovely garden or sorts, just you and the other and a grimy walkway suddenly becomes the best place at the time. Ah, I'll stop, I'm having a toothache already. You get the picture, no don't deny it, we're all suckers for love. Hah. Why I hate it...I've always got this fear that one day, reality will slap me in the face that everything I've longed for is nothing but bull; that I've been fooling myself all this time and it really is some society-generated idea that entraps you at the state of innocence. I'm scared of that. Now, this movie shows that you can still get that, and that it's in touch with reality. Bah, what the heck am I writing down. It supported my mushy-ness, added another fluff to my marshmallow self, sprinkled more of that stardust, and eventually widened the hazard of the painful fall to shattered rainbows.

Sunset
Okay, I hated this one too. That fear I related to the first materialized in this one. Celine nine years later is the Mingu I'm scared of becoming after the butterfly turn to bees. I don't want that to happen. I don't want to be left like a prune, sucked dry of al the magic that fools you good that life is bigger than life. It's like living in a vaccum and everyone and everyhting is just a passing face and feeling you go through and you're left to stick to the notion that it realy is all about biology, that you breathe in and out, feeling numb and routinary. Call it cynical, I label it corpse. "If you don't believe in any kind of magic, of mystery, you're as good as dead.."
What if I too am bound for only one train ride, one day? What if I don't even have that? Haii...this messed with my mind, to think it was only rolls of film wasted on two talkative people who never seem vulnerable to blisters and sore feet. I take that back, wasn't a waste.

Anyhoo, tomorrow's the last day of our exams. Thank you to teacher Anggegay for the stat lessons, now I can tell apart those stupid Ho and H1 majiggies. Today is the Swit'z anniversary by the way. I love you guys, truly, and I'm sorry for being an ass missing out on those UBE's. Hmmm what else? Oh yeah, the play.

Last Wednesday, 2CA1 staged Mascherata: an adaptation of the Phantom of the Opera. Ma'am Cruz grilled us by declaring open house while people were still rummaging on the stage setting the masking up, the audience experienced Ms.Ngarag shouting over the mic and running back and forth sweating like hell. I managed to come out alive after ripping my hair off and strangling Mr.Grumpy a few times. It was okay, though I was a bit disappointed knowing the actors were better than waht I've seen that day. To sum it up, I was happy...more than the completion for our speech class, the bond we got along this production. Thank you to everyone, for everything, for entrusting this to me, for the moments. I'd like to thank the academy...hahahaha. But really, no joke, thank you from the bottom of my fat-induced heart. I hope our outing will push through, we need to run wild after this semester's beating. We got a 94 on this and placed fourth along with dokito's class. Well, let's just say we know where we truly belong, we're up there, beyond monoblock chairs, cellophane and...I'm so evil. Let me stop this, in private na lang, hehe.

The sun's burning us to a crisp and the waves are calling. I hope I'l get to live my plans: Laguna getaway, Batangas debut/farewell, Davao galore, EK dreams, Puerto comeback, etc. and most of all, a long lasting vacation for my flabs.

Summer na!
Adios FATria Adorada!
VIVA EL PROPAGANDISTA EST DOKITO y NGURAGI!
Bow.

Wah. Warla week, so much to do, so little time. The following transpired today:
Broadquest. Urhm...we were singled out. There are four classes, the major award consisted of a first and second runner-up and a grand winner for best production house with a total of three awards for that category, how's that for isolation? My 1st year broadquest dreams were shattered. If only we had more time and weren't slowed down by unnecessary lectures...Hai. I'd do my best to take venegance on the next school year's adquest and theater prod!!! Mascherata rehearsal after that. Feeling and actually looking glum, fate played a cruel joke. I got ambushed by Rated K, cornered to act as their talent. This Sunday, I'll appear on national TV looking oily as hell. My first TV appearnace, a reflective constipated girl who laughs her pain out. Nice. Hah. Better be a good reminder to powder up. Then, pulled my hair out figuring what to do with the prod's costumes, coming up with a routine for Fitness finals the following day, being bugged by a paper on Phil Hist and a report on speech. Lastly, AA elections. Hooray for the winners! :D Love ya honeybunch!

The playdate's nearing. Whoo...I wish the actor's would finally invibe every pore of their character's being. The class fell hard with broadquest, hope we can do good with this one.
And 3...2...1...Curtain.