the best. NOT

I will try my best to stop saying the phrase "the best" in the paragraphs to come. Why? I just figured that it kinda irritates me. Whenever somebody says, like, "batch [ insert batch number here ] is the best!," or "our [insert name of barkada here ] is the best!" is sort of horrendous. When you say best, it means that you are superlative. As in nobody is above you. NOBODY. But whenever I hear like, 10,000 people say that their barkada is the best, then what will justify its being such? Because it's cool? It's hot? It's got lots of good-looking people in it? God, those are such unadorned, hackneyed reasons. Besides, 10,000 people cannot in chorus fit in to the title of being superior. I know things are relative. But just do not say it in front of me. :)

The first semester has come and gone. And unlike the common notion that the said period is always hell, I believe otherwise. It's only hell if you think it is. It's a friggin' state of mind. Maybe because I did not have math, or chemistry, or bio, but I THINK that even if I obtained such units, I think I can still live everyday without forgetting to smile albeit the face value would not be that dazzling anymore since I will acquire eyebags. Just kidding. :)

As aforementioned, I said that I would not say this semester as "the best," but it gave me a lot of reasons to be thankful for being where I am now. Firstly: for my new-found and further reinforced (redundant? Haha) relationships with my friends. For the former, it was through a fateful subject called CWTS (what the hell does this mean again? Friggin sh*t I forgot) that I got to meet what would eventually be the closest thing I would have to a barkada in UPLB. Actually, I think we already are. :) I hope. anyways, I am absolutely beholden for these wacky weirdoes because they were never, I repeat NEVER, debauched. And none of them were that histrionic or overblown, something you rarely find in… WHEREVER. :) You hear that momma eizel bulldog? You're not bad for me after all!

As for the latter, of course I got to sort of rekindle and further my ties with those I was affiliated with from high school. Unlike then when we were too constrained, we are now in a stage where the word 'pretend' is very obscure to our senses. Shamming is so not the drama here. Anyways, we still have a long journey ahead, and I would like to start everything by telling Melai and Anton that we still have a ton of restaurants to eat at. Though they're not popular elsewhere but here, that does not mean that the sensory pleasure that we'll hopefully savour will be less rewarding. Remember our promise? Ok? :)

I guess this is just the feeling of being overwhelmed by too much that it kinda ironically hurts. Best be it that the memories I came across will be kept here, in my thoughts, for eternity (haha, poetic?). :)

I am looking forward now to getting my classcards and discovering my grades. I already know Fil20 and Spcm1. And I am quite confident that I do not have an uber low grade because I know I worked hard for it, though I did not necessarily give my all.

AIR TV. Wow, how could one anime series make me flow out tears, sincere ones, in just a snap? Highly recommended. You'll learn a lot if you watch this. Really. :) anyways, I am becoming too babble mouthed already, so ciao. :)

I'll end this with a funny but touchy line I got from a friend:

I wanna meet you, talk to you, and know you better, but sh*t I don't know your name.

Haha.