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Sexy tribute, battery survival and the MRT.

“Ms. Magno, eto na lang ilalagay sa manuscript. You’ve got the best introduction among everybody else.” – Miss Ferrera 

“Thank you, Miss” – Meann 

 I thought it was just another assessment. But after saying this statement right after my statements of flattery, I was troubled all over again. 

“And so, you’ll be editing the works of your group mates.” – Miss Ferrera 

Then I thought flatteries would cause me a bigger heart, then actually, it was a bigger work. And since I wanted to make a great impression, I must terminate this editing thing at the same time with Biochemistry. I have embraced the whole night with my laptop while listening to loud songs that I have copied from my classmate.  It was also good to hear that I’ve gained one of the highest overall grade (GWA + Battery exam + Interview) next to Sean, who was actually the utmost. I never expected myself having a soaring grade since all I prayed for was to pass the dreadfully complicated battery exam. And because God loves me so much, He has given me more than I asked for.  While I was happily leaving the Dean’s office, my gay clinical instructor was right in front of me.    

“Iha, anong height mo? Pwede kang magmodel o sumali ng beauty pageants. I like your style and the way you carry yourself.” – Mr. Marisetela 

“Nyek naman sir. 5’4” lang.” – Meann 

“Pero in fairness, pwede ka sumama sa beauty pageants. Lagi kitang nakikita, very smart and dating.” – Mr. Maristela 

But in fairness moreover to myself, I was never loved by modeling. I have received comments too way before and was offered to join an agency (when I was till 15) but I suppose I will never learn to be bothered for myself. And now, I think academics is at least the one who’s loving me even better. The MHCS’s Crusaders was already released. It was actually very coincidental that the one who publishes that yearbook was my classmate’s father. And so she brought a piece to show it up for myself.  ..and inside the pages you’ll see Victor being the best of all since he was entitled by almost all the awards and positions in the seminary.   I was really flattered when he was praised by a lot of people. I am really lucky having him.  Victor and I spent the whole afternoon along the busy roads of E. Rodriguez towards Makati. And because I have to scrounge Ate Vivian’s semiformal attire for my Biochemistry defense this Saturday, I will break my pledge of never riding the tapered and uncomfortable MRT.

It was a long tiring day. Anyhow, it pays well being so persistent. And the battery exam thing made my heart beat again at its normal.

1 comment March 15th, 2007

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Malapit na ang summer. At hanggang ngayon may baby fats pa rin ako. Nawawalan tuloy ako ng lakas ng loob para magsuot uli ng swimsuit. Fatal depression na ito, dood. O common, beach life.

What’s an anxious girl supposed to do?

Add comment March 14th, 2007

Memoirs of an Obsessed Literary Geek.

When I was in high school, I was never interested in any literary matters. I never involved myself  in Press Conferences or essay contests. I never had the slightest courage to notify anybody about whichever I wrote. For all I knew, my brain was filled with futility in regards to public issues and that no one would ever provoke to pay attention on me. I never cared about subjects concerning people as well as myself.  And so now I can bluntly say, that my life before (a.k.a lacking of love of literature and journalism) was an anti-social life.

Not until my English teacher as well as a few classmates of mine paid tribute on my daily Journal writing notebook, I cosseted myself into writing, however, no more than within my school. But seriously, my entries in those pages were written for the sake of conformity. That was why their appraisals hauled up my esteem, and was also one of the major motivations why I pierced myself into the world of literature.

I began to feature events in our school, and so, I became the feature editor of The Chrysalis. I was also the associate editor in our Creative Writing’s annual Hundred Poem Collections just since I volunteered for insistence sake. And the best of all, I turned out to be the Designer of Crossroads which I definitely be devoted to because of my love of design and arts.  All of these attainments happened simultaneously on my last school year of stay in high school. Consequently, I wasn’t able to reach publicity at that. My Journalism teacher, whom I hated so much because of her prejudice did not include me on her  list. Fair enough, I was still the invisible one despite having those labels.

After two years, which is, the second year of my stay in college, chances drew closer to me. It also began during my Philippine Literature class. Previously, a classmate of mine, who was a school staffer requested me to join their team. He told me that I am capable of passing the battery exam as well as the interview on becoming a staffer, and so as to having bigger chances, which of course, I would certainly be a part of them. Subsequently, my professor go into raptures over my reaction papers, book reports and my original fiction by giving me a perfect grade which was very obsequious since she seldom give perfect scores with our tour de forces. And so, she provided me the courage to join the school’s publication. 

By chance, I passed. That’s how easy things flowed.

I hope I won’t mess our school’s magazine. Wish me luck on my new job!

5 comments March 9th, 2007

Failure Grows Into Chances.

I feel so easy and stressed-free these weeks.

And because of this strange feeling, I’m starting to worry more about myself or at least to the consequences that may perhaps turn out. I suppose this is just the break period I was asking for otherwise it was actually me who feel so serene towards school toils. What freaks me out is that I don’t review anymore, I don’t take things seriously as what I used to do before. Since being one of the best of all that I encountered in almost all of my subjects, I’m starting to feel a hundred percent confident about everything. Hence, some of the things I used to expect way before were falling into uncertainty.

After surviving from my Biochemistry midterms, that was actually me being the second among my classmates, I began generalizing that no matter what scores I would seize this finals, my grade would remain unchanged. And so, I don’t scan my lectures during my free time causing my blue notebook becoming neat and undisturbed. As an outcome of this sluggishness, I failed on our very first quiz this finals. I didn’t get distressed or upset not since only five or less passed the quiz, but because I realized that confidence (or perhaps laziness) won’t bring me to the incidents that I used to call success. 

I won’t relay all the very big and sappy things that happened after midterms. It’s better this way.

And since my dear classmates trust me so much for my leadership and smartness (appropriately, it’s commonsensical) thoughts, I won’t let myself down anymore. Candidly, it was you who made me believed that I am intellectually enough and stand out. My avenged name from the traumas of honor rolls and school clubs in high school will turn out into a good title.

And so, this entry is preciously dedicated not only for my sake but for every dreamers like me who reached success and surmounted failures.

Then again, life must still go on.

4 comments March 6th, 2007

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