been there, been that

I'm definitely back up the hill, where afflicted affectations seem to be the fashion and Taglish is the national language. Oh yes, I almost felt at home until I noticed that the Caf didn't have any familiar faces: few were left of my batch mates. Luckily, the cashiers and the ate's were the same- no, teachers didn't count, they were of some other order of species. I got to see a couple of these familiar species in my Philo and MIS teach, one while feeding himself and the other, mumbling to himself mind you, while running to SS- to fix some computer problem I presume. Oh, they remain to be curious creatures- Idols, I say! Sarcasm doesn't apply to Teachs, that would be blatant sin.

The Hill's ecosystem is not anywhere near deterioration, ladies and gentlemen. The new mall (a.k.a. MVP-Colayco) is definitely something to color fellow student's life. Something's going on with Mateo-Ricci too.

It was the worst Reg in my entire college life- details sometime in the future, which can also mean never! I have to say that a lot of peeps almost snapped upon my request for their account of the reg. I think they ended at around 730- just for processing all seniors. Something was wrong with the server methinks. There was a point when a Regcom person checked our regform thrice. She was totally out of it- must have been hit in the head somewhere. I totally sympathize with them. Angas on their part was totally tolerable, especially whenever I needed comic relief from the ennui of waiting.

Our DS chair was really kind! He really helped me figure out what courses to take. He even helped me get enlisted after Ate Mel (DS secretary) got home. I was really quite perplexed by the profound absurdity of my schedule- I still am. Two paragraphs seem not enough for further elaboration. Anyway, Sabog but I think I got all the good electives! We never had any really advisement in MIS!

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This is but to remove cobwebs in my blog. I'm preparing a new layout- finally. Probably Next week... Hardly has anything been up there to really brood about, inanity is my savior.