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Wednesday, August 02, 2006
The deadline for the Ateneo nationals is in a few days. Insert exhausting, exhausted rant on being exhaustingly exhausted here exhaustedexhausted. Detsuahxe.
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I got into the Heights Engstaff along with Arkaye and Marie. Woohoo! I’m an Engstaffer again after two years.
What? What’s that, Margie? It—It’s senti-time?
I remember the old, smoky, sexy, un-air-conditioned Pubroom. I remember being a puny freshman, oversaturated with Makiling-bred ideals, scared shitless of everyone. Worlds away from how things are now. The Pubroom isn’t as sexy, and I am now a puny senior, the Makiling-bred ideals all but diluted, loony enough to think that gademmet, I shouldn’t be scared of anything. (I’m still scared of a lot of things, don’t get me wrong, but I believe that I shouldn’t be. It’s a big enough difference. Hell, I’m petrified right now, but let’s not get into that.)
So now, I will rub my palms, crack my knuckles and beg the Big Kahuna not to screw me up too much this time around. Please.
posted by marguerite @ 12:55 AM
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