christmas countdown [the title is irrelevant, i know].

I did an essay for my Creative Nonfiction class, which, by the way, was my fountain of stress for this week. At some point, I felt proud of it – another work done through the magical process of cramming. And that point of pride ended 15 minutes after I typed the last thought I can muster.

I talked about Love. I talked about how fart is luckier than Love. I talked about how Love is naturally displaced because it is diluted with notions of care, generosity, mercy, and the like. I talked about Love and how I dealt with it on the level of identity rather than identification (note: I just love these terms. It’s so postmodern). I talked about alienation with Love. I also talked about Love Añover.

Why Love? Wala nalang pakialaman, please?!

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My Creative Nonfiction professor is so fun/lovable/adorable/insert term of admiration here. She asked me to create a Yahoo Group for the class and did it hours after she dismissed us. Come next meeting, she was still oblivious to the fact that the YG already exists. When she found it out, she was like, “ha? Marc, isali n’yo naman ako d’yan!”, with face bewildered. Ano ba mam?! Wag ba daw isali yung prof?! Of course, I invited her. Blame the UP Webmail.

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My Italian class is also stressing me out. Pero, keri lang.

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Anna O.,

The first day of your official leave from English 42 felt different. For one, Joy felt so alone. As a matter of fact, she was indeed alone on the left side. But since I wasn’t able to finish reading the story, I didn’t sit beside her because I know I won’t make sense in the recitation.

And this is one of the times I wished you were there. We talked about Africa!

I imagined how you’ll narrate the beauty of that country – on how it resembles paradise, on how tall the guys were (did you ever said they’re hot?), the way you rode and enjoyed the ostrich for seconds, and more.

As you go and venture to another exciting project in your life, may you always be blessed and guided with the idea that your friends are here praying for your success.

CHOS!

And the Best Actor Award for a blog entry scene goes to…

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Question: Bakit halos lahat ng guys sa Survivor Philippines buff? Halos lahat may dalang washboards at may itsura kahit papaano. Ganun din sa mga babae, bakit parang pinaghandaan masyado yung bathing suits? Parang masyadong sexy para sa show na baragan ng mukha at patagalan ang labanan. At eto pa! Bakit binigyan yung mga castaways ng (Crocs-looking) shoes nung first day nila sa island? Masyado ata silang pampered? Plus, everything looks so polished. Ang synthetic ng vibe.

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The countdown to Christmas already started. Seriously? I mean, seriously.