Being able to start the new term right was what I had planned for my Wednesday. New term, new subjects and a whole lot of educational shizz coming my way. Actually, I was really inspired to do even better for the second term. It's so not me, but it must be done. After 14 years of being a student, I have finally achieved one success that my parents can start to use as a bragging right. I don't want to let them down. That and they pay for my tuition. Crossing my fingers that my hardworking student vibe lasts longer than just a few days. I can hear Gerard Way and Bert McCracken belching out the lyrics to Under Pressure. Le gasp.
So hello, Wednesday. And what a way to start the first day of the second term by going to school early? I actually laughed when I was at the LRT station before 7. So was not used to the early. I had fantastic plans and it involved getting to have brunch with my babe :> This was going to be a thing! With me fetching her, eating brunch together. Every school day. Until the end of the term. Forever and ever, please?
Theeeen insert school shizz here. With me actually volunteering to be a beadle for a class, what is with me? This good student streak better get me plus points. Gahaha, I wish. And the cool thing about first days is that classes get dismissed earlier than usual. So got to have another up of hot chocolate after my first class. Second class of the day was . I think I may actually survive the subject since the prof we got is the coolest. It's got to be the glasses and the crisp white long sleeves, complete with the tie. You gotta love a dude who's all dressed up :> Awww shiizzz, don't want another teacher crush. Arielle! Come on! Making I ♥ INSERT SOMEONE'S NAME HERE shirts are going to be so darn hard since I've lost my silk screen printing skillz. Also I think Sir Dave's suffered enough from my fangirling and I don't want to have anymore strange conversations with teachers. Emman calls it "flirting"- that douche, but I call it "me having a creative discussion over grammar problems". Even if it was a conversation where we talked about hotdogs. Yeah..
Last class of the day was so darn awesome. What's better than first day classes ending early? Free cuts! Free cut! Free cut! Could my day get any better? It was like the skies were opening up, the universe wasn't conspiring with me that day, and I got to hang with my H3O bros. Freaking in from all the coolness radiating off my hipster boy and his new haircut. He looked so darn smooth, but he kept complaining about all the stares he got that day. I had to keep reassuring him that all the stares just showed how awesome he looked, and that people were looking at him because he looked so darn cool. They were all just jelly. But it still didn't stop him from asking if he looked okay every 5 seconds. Please people, please stop giving him weird stares. You're making him feel awkward about himself, even with his I don't give a funion attitude. Also it gives us something to laugh about, because you random person who can't keep your eyes away, or doesn't know how to be subtle at staring? You... look so weird, your staring look does not become you.
So where were we? Oh yes, bonding with my best guys. Missed them so much over the "term break". Got to eat lunch with H3O dudes, we tried out the fried rice from this new stall that opened at Agno. I think I died because of the croquettes. They were so good, but I wished they were a heck load bigger. My Monday and Wednesday schedule had an early dismissal so I could have lunch with the both of them if my last class ended early. If not, then there's always Rectorizer. He needs company, especially when he orders food for three people. He needs us around to make him not look like much of a pig. Why were my boys so insecure? I was so right about a dude's sensibilities.
I was talking about fantastic plans and September 12 not only marked the start of another school term. It was also the premiere of the movie Ang Nawawala outside of Cinemalaya. I've been geeking out over this indie film ever since I heard about it. I really thought that the story was so different from the default plots of local movies. Not only was the title not from a song, how the movie wasn't going to be some rom-com with a predictable plot, plus the actors who were cast for this movie weren't based on how good looking they were. ALSO this indie film wasn't gay. Just saying.
Ang Nawawala teaser poster
Naruto: I will never stop running after you!
Sasuke: *kilig inside* I will kill you.
Because Sasuke is such a girl and he secretly wants Naruto to chase after him. If you don't believe me, I will gladly give you my theories on why SasuNaru exists and is not just a manga strategy to get girls to read shounen manga. I will be a spazz, but after you listen to me I swear to Gerard you will come out a believer.
Went off topic, but Enid's character for the film just screamed badass hipster chick. And Gibbs was that awkward guy. So in my head they were so meant to be. They had really good chemistry, and this picture where they let the other listen to their music is just beautiful.
Gibbs x Enid ♥
Enid, whose style I was really digging. I need black stockings and moar dresses.
So after lunch and bringing people to class, I set off to meet up with mah Eytchpiiiii. We were supposed to go on a date since we met up last Monday. I've been spazzing to her about how this movie was going to be DABOMB. Also dragged homie!Diego along. Made plans to watch this movie with him ever since he told me that they were showing the film on September 12. I'm shizz at google-fu when it comes to finding out about local schedules.
We decided to watch the movie at SM Manila, so here we are- me and Diego sitting on the floor. Waiting for my HP to arrive at Central station. I heart last minute decisions and being spontaneous. I was also starting a career in being a bad influence on this dude who was 10 days younger than me. Tsk, tsk.
Fork youuuuu. Y U keep messing up my laces, man??
This was going to be the first time that my HP was going to go out of her way and commuting knowledge to come see me. I am that special and she is that awesome. She is also a self proclaimed awkward person, and looks like a lost child when seen alone. You can just imagine how relieved I was when I finally saw her. There was hugging and me hyper shouting like how I usually am with STC people involved. I bet Diego was so scared to see me in my zone. At least he was a sport and took pictures.
HPs ♥
This is not forced... Or so my HP says.
I had to show my planner to my HP, it looked so blank and lacking in color. It was a sad planner.
This is my confession. Hidden behind a My Chem picture. I had to make my HP read it, she was there during my emergency of the heart :(
So the movie was at 2:30 and we were late! It was partly my fault. We were waiting in line at the wrong ticket booth. Gasssshhhh. Arielle Sindac, why? Whhhyy?
Also it was really sad to see that we were the only ones inside the cinema:( Boooo. Why are y'all not watching this movie? We have to do our part to keep independent cinema alive, okay? But whatever. I got to put my feet up on the seat in front of me and watch like I would if I were at home. Don't want to spoil anything, but the movie was so good. I heart that they used music from the local indie scene. And fine, maybe just a little bit about the movie. I really went kilig during the part where Gibbs and Enid were checking out records. Communicating with music :>
Also because of this film I'll be saying, "HIGHFIVEMOFOS!" with one arm raised high. It's the Teddy! high five. I'm going to make it part of my vocabulary and might freak people out. People who know me, you have been warned. I won't hate you if you slowly back away when I enter the room.
"HIGHFIVEMOFO!"- TEDDY
Dominic and Felix Roco #HIGHFIVEMOFO from angnawawala.tumblr.com
After the movie, while we were waiting for the cinema people to give back my battery, I asked Diego to take pictures of me and my Eytchpiiiii. I have no idea what he was trying to do with the "from different angles". Also I bought them ice cream. As a prize. For watching the movie with me.I think I forced them to =))
Yes. Yes, I am that uncool #HIGHFIVEMOFO
While walking back to Central station, I saw that my backpack's pocket was open. I freaked out. I mean, my money was waaaay inside my bag. But it was my id that went missing. The irony. We just watched a film entitled Ang Nawawala and just minutes after I lose my id. I wasn't even sad about the id, the only thing on my mind was what was attached to it. My Domokun keychain. That keychain was a souvenir from my trip with my sister to the States last year. I like owning things that were original and okay, so Domokuns were such a rage now so what was so original about this keychain? Well, it had a mustache okay. And mustaches were sexy. And my sexy stache Domokun was gone. It was like getting your heart broken by a dead boyfriend. He doesn't break your heart by cheating on you or breaking up with you. He just dies. Just like that, my Domokun was gone. It was something I don't think I can ever get over. I will forever be sad.
I was also sad that me and my HP had to part. I had to go back to LaSalle and she had to get home. We were going to ride separate trains and I was going to be sad about Domokun leaving me on my own. Also I had to get a new id asap. God. Who loses her id on the first day of the second term?
Sorry for the smelly pits. Long sleeves = smelly pits
This happened. I screamed, "HIGHFIVEMOFO" and people did back away. #HIGHFIVEMOFO
Oh. My. Gerard. What the heck document. But thank you notary public lady. You were so nice.
As soon as I got back to school I went on an Arielle version of the amazing race. I kid you not. I had to get a campus pass, I had to get some document that would inform LaSalle that my id was indeed stolen from a notary public that was about to close, go to the accounting office, go to the registrars office to get my picture taken, had to go back to the accounting office because my e-purse couldn't be accessed, forked over so much moolah and got a receipt. So now all I have to do is wait for three days so that I can get my new id. I kind of wanted to cry by the time I made it to the 5th floor of Velasco building.
But then people were just so happy, I cannot just mess up their happiness by spreading around my emo and depressed aura. Oh, I also forgot to mention that the new term meant getting to board again. I have come to accept the fact that once you're a GLD baby, you'll always be a GLD baby. I didn't mind that I'd have to go home really late, I'd do even cut off my left hand for this if I had to. That's how much being a part of this means so much to me. I'd sell my spare parts... I am so weird.
GLD brothaaa. He's wearing my not!lola glasses and looks supahfly
DJTs on board. My babe and DJT Jeff.
Bubbles to make me happy. Keep trying, please try harder
Might make this my new hangout. When I feel sad about my life. This is a great place to be when I was being emo over my loss. Domokun whyyyyy
DJ Dad being... I don't even know, man.
RIP apple scented bubbles. This is a representation of my non-existent love life. It just... dies.
Gaaahhhh. I'm currently in a place where signal is weird and finding a sari sari store that sells load is so... freaking... hard. At least there's internet. This is worth it.
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