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  • Graduation Day

    Me at my graduation day in junior high

    This morning, I decided to, among other things, stalk this one particular girl’s photo albums on Facebook. I came across one picture in which she was wearing kebaya. I browsed through the whole album and saw a bunch of pictures of her and her friends in their graduation day. All the girls were beautiful in their kebayas and all the guys were handsome in their suits.

    And then I fell into nostalgia. I recalled my senior year in high school and I remembered my own graduation day, which was nonexistent. That year, our school didn’t hold graduation ceremony. There was one in the previous year. There was also one in the next year. And none for Gretchen Weiners!

    Poor me and the whole class of 2009 didn’t have pictures like those of the girl I stalked. There was prom, though. But I didn’t attend it because I wasn’t a member of the cool kids, and of course nobody asked me to be their prom date.

    Oh well, I’m whining again.

  • The break’s over!


    I literally lost my breath for a milisecond when I saw Pete Wentz’s Instagram account a few days ago. He announced that Fall Out Boy’s hiatus was over and they are releasing their new album in May. Their single is already out. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark shows that Fall Out Boy has changed. However, the song is good enough as a comeback single. Oh how I’ve missed the boys!

  • “Good morning, Baby.”

    Isn’t it nice to wake up to a “Good morning, Baby” text?
    Here’s to both of us, Darling, to make us get through the day.
    I love you, A.

  • Student Teaching Programme

    At first, after getting through the haze and craze of seventh semester and abandoning this blog, I thought I could go back to regular blogging during this student teaching programme. Alas, I kid you not, I’ve become even busier with lesson plans and such. It only took two days for me to realize that teaching is much, much harder than I thought it was. I’ve handled one class full of fifth graders before, but teaching eleventh graders is way more complicated. Teenagers are tricky. It’s quite easy to make children like you, but teenagers hate everybody. I still have a lot to learn.

  • Antigone (yet again)

    Most of my classmates still cannot move on from Antigone. I am no exception. Here are six more pictures I have promised: