Watched an Ateneo-FEU game today! Win or lose, it’s the school we choose. đ (Taken with instagram)
1 day ago on June 03, 2012 at 05:44pm
Posts tagged college.
I am a sucker for places with memories worth remembering (who isn’t, anyway?).. I love this. (Taken with instagram)
4 days ago on June 01, 2012 at 01:33am
Actions speak louder than words, that I believe is true. Gestures, I think, are much grander than any other clichĂ© anyone can say. That’s just how it is with me. I don’t usually believe in anything I hear (from anyone) until I actually see it. Hunches really aren’t reliable - at least to me they aren’t, especially when someone overanalyzes as much as I do. I think too much and it is horribly exhausting. Anyway.
Ateneo’s Blue Roast is perhaps one of the most awaited events in every Atenean’s life. As early as freshman year, I remember being talked through how our college experience would be and this was one of the most talked about event. Seniors get to mingle and go down memory lane in this one-time affair (unless of course you have your supersenior year, which means you can go twice)… But more importantly, this is the night you can give your blue rose to your first college crush. Technically, the rose isn’t really blue but the committee finds a way to color the white roses before they get distributed to us.
Blue Rose is probably that one night when everyone just doesn’t give a shit anymore. To hell with looking like a fool trying to find your first college crush! To hell with embarrassing yourself in front of that person’s friends as you fumble for words! To hell with anything and everything, really.
I remember going to my first Blue Roast (yes, first because.. well, I went to another one this year) and having to look for that college crush whose name I didn’t know until his face flashed on the screen. Apparently, he was the “Mr. Blue Rose” (or something like that) of my batch. A lot of girls (and maybe boys, too) wanted to give him their roses. “Great,” I thought to myself, “I have about the rest of the batch to compete with later when the massive hunt for Mr. Blue Rose begins.” A few minutes later, they started giving out the blue roses but we were told to give it out at exactly 11 o’clock (or maybe 10:30, I don’t really remember). When I got mine, my bestfriend and I were already on our way back to our seats when lo and behold, Mr. Blue Rose passes by. “Shit, this is it.. I have to give it now because I might not see him later,” I told myself. I spun around and shouted his name (which I only found out that same night, might I remind you). He looked at me, of course.. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? I think almost everyone within a 10-meter radius looked at me when I shouted his name.
He looked at me, probably wondering what I was gonna tell him - it wasn’t time to give out the roses, anyway. I took a deep breath and I just let it all out, “Okay. I know we’re not supposed to give our blue roses just yet but I’m here and you’re there… And I just found out your name tonight when your face flashed on the screen because apparently everyone wants to give you their roses… And you know, I always see you around in school, and we were never classmates, and I think I heard someone call out your name once but I totally forgot so when I got here I was wondering how I’ll find you tonight.. But your face and name appeared on the screen. So yeah. I’m just gonna give you my blue rose now before everyone else starts looking for you later. So, uhhh, yeah. You’re my blue rose.” He smiled that gorgeous smile and I knew I looked like a total goof - blue rose in one hand, a can of beer in another and a huge grin to boot.
Him: Aw, thank you. You’re the first one to give me a rose. Sorry, what’s your name?
Me: Anna. And cool! I’m probably the only stubborn one who gave out her blue rose… NOT AT 11 O’CLOCK!
Him: That’s alright. And yeah, I see you in school a lot, too.
Me: Yeah, I think we have a bunch of common friends.
We talked for a while, just so you know. We talked about our plans after college. We talked about my bestfriend who turned out to be his classmate in a couple of subjects. We talked about Philosophy and a bit of Management, and work, and our common friends. It was amazing.
I never really thought I’d ever pull off something like that. You know, a grand gesture - shouting out a stranger’s name for everyone to hear only to hand him an artificially-colored rose with what I think is the lamest “mini speech” ever. I’d like to believe I’m not the showy type. I’m rarely sweet and I often deny that I like someone, but that night was different, I guess. It was that night of insane courage… And I would probably never forget it. :)
2 weeks ago on May 16, 2012 at 02:03pm
AWKWARD: That’s me even before the TV series
If there’s one word that would best describe me, it would be “awkward.” Not only am I not smooth nor graceful (like how my Macbook’s dictionary defines the word), I have to admit that sometimes I cause such weird situations. Case in point? Well, there was this one time I was talking to my crush and I ended up talking to him about something quite strange. Okay, first of all, I am shy around my crushes. Whenever I’m around my crush, I become too self-conscious (especially if my crush is the super smart type, hehe).
I remember the conversation quite fondly, mainly because I don’t get to talk to him as much as I’d like to. Why? (1) I’m shy, (2) I’m scared he might think I’m dumb, (3) I often say the darnest things. So here’s what happened:
I started asking him how he goes home and he told me he commutes. I was shocked that he even commutes because he doesn’t look like someone who knows his way around… well, anywhere and everywhere, basically. Awkward silence. He tells me he’s not a sheltered kid, to which I defensively replied saying, “Hey, I’m not a sheltered kid too! I just don’t like commuting ‘cause I bring a lot of stuff with me.” I don’t remember him saying much (he doesn’t talk much, in general) so I just kept my mouth shut till I could think of something else to say.
I waited for something to dawn on me. Luckily enough, I spotted a neon sign of this fastfood chain I have only gone to once (I didn’t find their food filling nor delicious) and told him, “Hey, have you ever gone to that place? I don’t like their food there…” He looks at the neon sign dismissively and tells me he thinks the food there is okay. Nice one, Anna, really. Way to start a conversation! I kept quiet and waited for him to say something else. Luckily enough he did have something else to say so he followed it up with, “Their food is okay but they serve eggs, so that’s fine by me. I like eggs.”
…to which I replied, “Oh, I don’t like eggs that much. Actually, I hate hard-boiled eggs. They taste like fart.”
AND THAT, MY FRIEND, IS HOW YOU KILL A CONVERSATION.
*bow*
4 weeks ago on May 07, 2012 at 11:20pm
I love this song a little too much. It reminds me of my Personality Psychology class and those times our classmates would perform. Ma’am Ramos and Sir Jun always used to call our class as the class who’s full of love. :) Yeah, we were.
I miss going to school. Yikes.
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Down from the hill…Â I was trying to check my AISIS account just a few minutes ago and this is what I got. SERIOUSLY? :(
It’s really over.
2 months ago on March 13, 2012 at 12:10am
Down to the world go I. One of the things that I’m probably going to miss is Ateneo’s beautiful ambience at night (or even at around 5pm where almost everyone’s headed home). I’m one of those students who would always, always, always go home late. I love staying in school until it’s almost completely empty because I get to walk around and think. The silence at night calms me down. I’m alone right now sitting on one of the cold benches here at Kostka while listening to Iron & Wine’s Flightless Bird, American Mouth… Can it get any more perfect than this?
I’m going to miss you, second home.
Day 4.
3 months ago on March 02, 2012 at 06:09pm
Night Lights
A view of Ateneo De Manila University and Marikina. Taken from the roof deck of Berkely Residences, Katipunan Ave., Quezon City.
I love my school. :)
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This is what a bum looks like. I’d like to say I am now an official bum. Er, okay well I might be a little too optimistic considering I botched my Philosophy final oral exam but… I just had my final oral exam and I don’t know what to do! There is no better way to spend your free time than taking a picture of yourself, really. Hahaha! I mean, I do have to submit something tomorrow for my Personality Psychology class - but that’s just it. I’m done. I’m so glad I survived this hell semester without losing my mind. Okay, that’s a big lie. I have been quite moody and somewhat depressive lately because the schoolwork took its toll on me. Thank God for my friends and my supportive family who believed in me the most. I know I can be a real pain in the ass when I think I’m always bound to fail, but thanks to all of you I made it through! I didn’t fail anything (not yet, I’m still hoping my Philosophy grade turns out okay though)! THREE CHEERS FOR THIS LADY RIGHT HERE! Yes, lady!
So, that’s all for now folks! I have yet to finish this evaluation form that I need to submit in a few minutes. :)
3 months ago on February 27, 2012 at 05:41pm
This is so weird! Read it out loud stressing a different word each time!
cooooooool.
This is exactly why I think computer-mediated communication or any other communication for that matter makes us less able to detect sarcasm, etc. Communication is 93% nonverbal behavior, didyaknowthat!!
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