Of Trance Crypt of Wreck Hordes...

Today, i met up w/ Atoy to request for our transcript of records, since Ateneo is pressuring me into passing it AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Of course, it was also an excuse for me to get out of the house without having to beg for money [contrary to popular belief, im not financially stable as of the moment,my graduation money's gone,, blame it on splurging on shoes].

Trance

Hell, t'was nostalgic. I know, you might think im overreacting or that im just romanticizing things. But it felt really different to ride the UP Pantranco jeep as an official grad. That feeling of pride is just overwhelming, it was like you wanted to let everyone know that you made it. On time. with honors. without havin to sacrifice your social life.

Crypt

n. an underground vault or chamber, especially one beneath a church that is used as a burial place.

A perfect description of the UP's Office of the University Registrar, except that it's not literally underground but since t'was Hot, hot, hot, summer made its presence really known by making me and Atoy perspire like crazy. The OUR is like one of those warehouses you see in Filipino comedy/ action flicks where the protagonists are kidnapped and are saved by either Rene Requiestas or Vic Sotto, yeah i know you get the picture. Very crypt-like.

Wreck

im a wreck-magnet. havoc's my middle name. Re-rewind, let's go back to that MRT ride that Atoy and I took after we met at MEga. True to our form, the "What-are-the-chances" people that we are "accidentally" chose the only train that has a nonworking aircon. Good job. So we decided to go train-hopping, t'was a great idea until... i slipped while running for the next train. Yes, in front of everyone i shrieked and had to hug the wide post before finding again my strength and my balance to run for my life and my shame. Oh well, welcome to my life. Minamalas!

Hordes

[eternal laughter] i refuse to talk about it. (winks at Atoy)