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Agglomerate
Saturday, August 02, 2008

Okay, screw two-posts-ago. The files of my brain need to be agglomerated properly.

The ice biting my skin is not the last ante-EntranceExamInnocent thought. It's not even going to be Eric Foreman's pretty blue eyes. Nope.

It's this: ONE WHOLE YEAR JUMPED OUT OF THE BAG.

It's been one whole year since that fateful moment.

That fateful moment.

It was me thinking: "UPCAT, only one more year to go."

Which was when the thought "I'm only taking the UPCAT for the heck of it" crossed my mind. At exactly the same moment. I think I'm bionic, I had two thoughts at once.

But think no more, B. You have to STOP. Reserve all your thinking for tomorrow: The day I take the survey that would determine my ability to compete with students I don't know, who don't know me and don't know that I don't mind not knowing them and mind that no one would care to know that I know nothing because nothing should be minded and that in itself should be minded.

I didn't make sense.

Point is, it's been a year since I thought there's only one year left. That one year had passed, not very gracefully, but not very bumpy neither. "It passed" is the operative phrase. And I sure wish that would be the operative word for my future state of being (on January, or December? A little help here, when do DL release their results?)

A whole year since IT. The moment I thought THIS moment was too far to worry about. I think I remember being in Galleria that day, looking at books or getting letters. I was there with my Mom eating at Pizza Hut when post-UPCAT takers sent GMs about their fleeting load. And I said, "I can't wait till it's my turn, why is it taking so long?"

=))

So juniors, don't you DARE think a year is long.

Because a year is just 365 days, really. Just wake up to 365 more sunshines and voila, it's your year.

(Too much illogical derivations in this post, but don't you dare point that out. HAHAHA.)

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Bianca Ruiz;
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Assumption Antipolo;
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
True Addiction: Me&You.

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