You know you're an Atenean if...

- getting a number greater than 100 on your RegForm makes you want to curse

- you actually curse after knowing that your random number is 500+ and the PE class you want is full

- you call the enrollment form a RegForm

- you treat Gateway as your second home

- when your former schoolmates despise you for your Atenista-aura

- you cannot live without your ID

- you cut off words (e.g. Sanggunian as Sanggu, Cafeteria as Caf, Library as Lib)

- you asked why on earth they had to give a Freshman Orientation Seminar outside the OrSem

- you keep on calling the ‘LaSallians’ as LaSallites or LaSallistas

- you know the Ateneo cheers by heart and had a hard time getting the tune of Song for Mary

- you say SEXY and do not pertain to it as an adjective

- you know that EDSA walk is not in EDSA

- you hang out at the library--really hang out

- you think that the Loyola Heights is the best-looking university campus in Manila and that they should stop building stuff on it before we lose all that open space

- you call the school "the" Ateneo

- some Ateneo-hailing band played for you during your first formal day in college

- you spend a lot of time in line for photocopying

- your lunch time was disturbed at least once by the Babble drumbeats and yells

- the only rally you attended was the required pep rally during your freshie year

- your usual conversation stopper goes something like "Sa Ateneo kasi ... "

- you know that TnT is not an explosive

- you have mastered the art of snobbing famous people inside the campus

- you have eaten chicken strips at least one in your life

- you know what the DogHouse and the CatHouse and the DollHouse really are

- you rushed to McDo once during a mass you didn't want to attend

- you believe in your heart of hearts that the Ateneo de Manila is the best d**ned school on the planet, any evidence to the contrary be d**ned, then you know, you're beyond help!


From Amarie's multiply. :]

Mangosteen

Just wanted to share what I had for breakfast. Raffy isn't familiar with this fruit. It is actually one of my favorites, even as a kid. You guys should try it some time. :]



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ABS-CBN

Okay, so the weirdest thing happened today. I was on my way home to Nueva Ecija from Manila and to avoid traffic, my driver decided to pass through the barrios. At first I thought the people were staring and pointing because they weren't used to seeing cars there. I mean, my car was a big red one, so it was hard to miss. And then as we were passing by this public elementary school, kids suddenly ran up to us! I was horrified, really. And then someone shouted:

"ABS-CBN oh!"

And then it hit me. The people weren't making a commotion because of the car; it was because of the laminated ABS-CBN card by the car's windshield. How'd it get there? Well..

Last summer, my driver - or as Raffy and I prefer to call him, the CIA guy - was being his prying self by the parking lot in our condo. He was chatting with the other drivers there and found out that one of them actually drives for the guy who runs the network. I don't know what really happened, they must've gotten real close. Next thing I knew, CIA guy was telling me about his "encounter with the driver" and was placing the VIP card by the windshield. He was told daw that if ever he runs over a red light or makes an illegal U-turn and was caught by the police, he could use the card and say that there's a shooting somewhere and that he's bringing some stuff that's urgently needed or something like that. You get the idea.

So anyway, people were shouting and were trying hard to get our attention. Pshh.. As if.

Wannabe actors/actresses.

Love <3

Since I like writing my thoughts down on paper, I figured putting up a blog wouldn't be much of a difference. Except of course, now there's lesser chance that I would be getting Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

So about the title - Love. I find it funny, actually, that it has been around ever since who-knows-when and yet it never fails to surprise anyone. It has caused the happiest and the saddest moments of my life. The best and the worst.

Ironic, noh? I wish I could figure it out, too.