Holy Week pretty much went by more quickly than most weeks I had to go through, probably because I slept through most of it. The first half, though, comprised of our Computer Engineering seniors’ two-day field trip to a lot of places in mostly Central Luzon, which I really can’t recall that well anymore since it has already been days since it happened. Still, I had a great time. It’s the last time my colleagues and I can hang out like that as students.
But what really kept bugging my mind this week is holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. And by that, I mean, “Holy shit, I’m gonna graduate.”
I mean, can you imagine me, Ram, the loudmouthed, brutally frank, poor excuse of a human being, going out and being an engineer and even aspiring to study law? Goddamn. I am in way over my head. I jacked off all throughout college and now they’re letting me leave. I can’t imagine doing anything else other than smoke, insult people, crack dirty jokes and just basically slack off. Well, that’s actually what I did during my internship and that worked pretty well for me.
But I just can’t believe it. Holy shit. If all goes well, I’m gonna graduate, and I’m so scared and excited at the same time. And I just can’t think of anything to say but, well…
The real and rather late (by one day) Valentine’s Day celebration with the people who really matter. I’m not just saying this since I’m pretty single this year, but I’d choose these people over any girl in the world. I had a really chill time.
They’re not perfect, they’re not ideal, but I wouldn’t have grown so much if it wasn’t for them. We never get along most of the time, but they’re the only people who love me enough to always take me back. They’re irreplaceable, and I love them.
Today, January 12, 2014, at PCC, during the last part of my brother’s Life in the Spirit Seminar
This is the first time that I actually had a great time hearing mass and listened to every word they said since high school. I felt like all of the faith I lost these past few years have been taken back, and it just feels so good. It’s like high school all over again, and the Catholic world is making me feel like I’m part of something again.
It’s like waking up from a bad dream. Thank you, Monsignor Santos! Thank you!
Today, we celebrated dad’s 46th birthday, which was all prepared by mom, who wanted to have a children’s party theme so that dad could feel young again, which was really nice of her. In fact, she worked so hard that it touched me so much, it felt like I was the one she did all of this for. The way she loves dad so much by doing all of this as well as the rest of the things she does every day is just so inspiring. Dad is so lucky to have someone like mom.
And today is his day. I hope he had a great time today. I wish him more to come.