Because of our lack of better technologies in order to zap a person every time an email comes, I was not able to utilize my afternoon rightly. I had a friend supposedly coming to play basketball with me, but alas, he obviously didn’t get my mail. Or maybe he did, but ditched me. That buffoon.

So I slept. Woke up at around eightish, the little guy in Rizal claims I was abusing sleep. Or something to that effect. I’ve been waiting for months for this kind of opportunity to come along, that I nearly failed that darned morning subject because of excessive sleep. So of course I’m gonna abuse it. The hell if I don’t. Anyway, I thought I needed to find a few reco-cards or those dainty-looking cards verifying my attendance on the recollections I attended imposed by our school for clearance. See, if we become the next president we need to verify that even if we are hogging millions we are righteous people because we attended LaSalle’s Recollections. You may never know. So I unearthed a couple of envelopes that housed some of those cards, but I couldn’t resist a glimpse on a few of my reco notes from my precious blockmates. You know, small post-its with monosyllables. Peppered with a collection of words which are virtually repeated at every attempt to write a classmate a letter, like, “Muzta?” or “You’ve been such a good friend” or “whatthefuckamIwritingcanyou
justgivemeasmallnotetoobecauseIwroteyouoneanditwouldbefriggingniceifIseeanote
fromyouinmyrecoenvelopesoIcansayIamloved.”

It was obvious though the theme every year. First year was full of pretentions. Hi, thanks for making me your friend, sana maging close pa tayo, I feel we need to bond, blah blah. Second year had markings of slight gratitude and even hope of having better days. Third year saw more dramatic notes, with people finally telling you what they really like about you and actually attempt at a couple of biting truths because of the two and a half years of bonding. But amazingly, what I’m a bit intrigued at, is why my collection of notes on my fourth year revealed to contain rather passive notes. Almost everyone regressed to writing small paragraphs, pretty generic. I admittedly got lazy writing notes too. Considering we’re about to leave each other.

Three things:
a) Either we already know each other we wouldn’t need to kiss each other’s ass
b) We just couldn’t see the purpose, it’s just laziness
c) We’re somewhat afraid the last goodbye through letters is going to be teary.

Me thinks we’re just lazy.

Anyway, I decided to come back again to my job of being a pro-bono site faker (okay, webmaster) of a certain band. Hoping to get things done before April, which is a bit ambitious considering I wouldn�t be able to utilize the computer for one week on holy week, and I still don’t have the requisite info I’m supposed to post. The band and I are both clinging on to nothing, honestly.

Let’s just hope I’d be able to churn out graphics as good as Viva and things will be okay. Speaking of which, Viva, no, of course I’m not going to write those Viva-heart-whoever stuff. What’s the need; I can always look at you and still convey the same message, more efficiently even. Nah, sarap kasing mag comment minsan. Galing ka rin naman kasi magsulat. Besides, paano pag hindi na tayo nagkita? Wala nang communication. Tsk.

Naks. Feeling welcome-to-the-unemployed na kaagad ako. :p