<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222875112543098698</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:01:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suspending judgments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejemony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222875112543098698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejemony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692280721355142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222875112543098698.post-5832502982015291758</id><published>2007-09-12T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:55:19.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's that time of year again. The time when tickets become the Holy Grail, and college students go U-hopping in an effort to score good tickets. Or just tickets. So what's this all about? It sounds cheesy, but it's the UAAP Cheerdance Compet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was last year that Raine and I were in this crrazy adventure, searching for tickets the day BEFORE the competition. Why is this such a huge deal? Simply because 1) Tickets in almost ALL participating universities get sold out the minute they are released 2) Tickets all over are hoarded by people from some schools I know. But back to what I'm here for. Last year, in our extreme desperation, we went to UE and NU for tickets. Na-da. General admission tickets were but a dream. And just when we have heaved sighs of resignation, this very kind UE officer whatshername chased us as we were already making it to the EXIT of the Sports Office and told us that they had &lt;strong&gt;LOWER BOX-A tickets&lt;/strong&gt;. It was around 7 PM and I vowed to love UE from that day forward. I mean c'mon mamon, decently obtained tickets (meaning, we need not negotiate with those irritating scalpers in the venue) less than 24 hours before the event? You gotta give that to luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This year, there's an installment of last year's quest. Fieldtrip! U-hoppin' and running for time was really fun. As it was a day I immensely enjoyed, because we were spontaneous for the most part of it- and that's just not me at all, but I got to go with the flow, I give you a blow-by-blow account of what this day was like. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;KC&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kay&lt;/strong&gt; cues in the long, snaking line in the &lt;strong&gt;UP gym&lt;/strong&gt;. Finding out that tickets are sold on a 'one ticket per ID' basis (thus the rest of us will not be getting a chance at buying tickets), they text Lucha, Raine and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30. &lt;/strong&gt;KC and Kay decide to go to &lt;strong&gt;NU&lt;/strong&gt; to hoard tickets. They're already Legarda-bound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:30.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Raine&lt;/strong&gt; joins K&amp;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:30. Rej&lt;/strong&gt; completes the line-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:45-ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We get &lt;strong&gt;Gen Ad tickets&lt;/strong&gt; from NU. Guard says &lt;em&gt;'Wala nang tickets sa cheering, pinagpiyestahan na ng mga taga-UST'&lt;/em&gt;. True enough, there were groups of Thomasians in the counter. &lt;em&gt;Tiene suerte porque ellos aproximado tu NU.&lt;/em&gt; Lucky us though, we chose to enter the right gate. We would have left with long faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We arrive at &lt;strong&gt;UE&lt;/strong&gt;, in hopes of getting better tickets. We can still sell the GenAd tix anyway. But the mean man in the sports office sent us off with &lt;em&gt;'Wala nang tickets sa cheering, naunahan na kayo'&lt;/em&gt;. We tour their campus before leaving and see their interesting bus&lt;br /&gt;*which so shames the UP bus, in terms of appearance*- the brainy people's photos plastered on the one side, and the brawn-y people's on the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:30- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We hop on a cab to &lt;strong&gt;Adamson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12: 20- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We arrive at AdU and make friends with the guard stationed at the ped lane *NOT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12: 40- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We hop on another cab to &lt;strong&gt;Ateneo&lt;/strong&gt;. We don't believe it, but the guards told us Adamson did not even get tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:15- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We arrive at UP. We have abandoned plans of going to Ateneo, because they had no classes. And don't sell tickets to non- Ateneans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:25- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; KC, Lucha and I attend our C120 class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:20-ish. Our p&lt;/strong&gt;rof had to dismiss us early, so we decide to try &lt;strong&gt;Araneta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:00 -ish.&lt;/strong&gt; The skies grieve with Erap. We get stuck in Mini Stop Katipunan, perfect bonding session over the super cheap *but nonetheless yummy* sundaes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00- ish.&lt;/strong&gt; We head on to Cubao and get greeted by SOLD OUT. So we bond, bond, bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:00.&lt;/strong&gt; We all head home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So. Go to NU if you need tickets. BUT when we went there, they had like 15- 20 left, so I dunno. The group behind us could've bought all those already. Or some other people, you never know. It's been exhausting, but I don't feel as tired as I did in the CRSC. And it was a non-academic activity, so that makes all the difference. It's just so rare to be hanging out with CRes people without sampling, alpha level and transcription in our vocabulary. And I also miss hanging out with my since-freshie-days blockies. I love everyone in the block, though. Almost everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now let's not turn my mood around. Not now when we're sure to hit Araneta on Sunday. GenAd's fine. In fact, it's great. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222875112543098698-5832502982015291758?l=rejemony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejemony.blogspot.com/feeds/5832502982015291758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222875112543098698&amp;postID=5832502982015291758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222875112543098698/posts/default/5832502982015291758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222875112543098698/posts/default/5832502982015291758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejemony.blogspot.com/2007/09/quest-its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692280721355142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222875112543098698.post-2116810847583434015</id><published>2007-09-09T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:37:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sunshiney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And she held me, with an almost absent touch.&lt;br /&gt;It bordered on real and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;She whispers faintly, her words almost gone. I listen.&lt;br /&gt;They were already gone.&lt;br /&gt;I delay my retreat. As I wait for the touch to earn warmth.&lt;br /&gt;For the rhythm of her verse.&lt;br /&gt;I await her homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;And for a minute. Or forever.&lt;br /&gt;I owned her space. And maybe.&lt;br /&gt;She still owns me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Welcome back, or welcome to this newly-revived blog. So why did I bring this back to hyper life? We do not go into that. The aboveposted Greek as I'd like to call it, is of no significance whatsoever. So pay no mind. This blog will serve as *just like my previous blogs* the ultimate venue for me to stash my thoughts and cram it with every single issue I feel like talking about. If my very considerate schedule would allow, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you don't know me, and don't even want to go to my initials, go away. But if you're my friend, or if you're not, and you find me cool/admirable/amazing/cute then WELCOME! If you don't, let me show you the X button in the upper right corner of your screen. Haha joke lang. Mabuhay! I'll try to update this lil blog of mine more religiously. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for dropping by! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222875112543098698-2116810847583434015?l=rejemony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejemony.blogspot.com/feeds/2116810847583434015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222875112543098698&amp;postID=2116810847583434015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222875112543098698/posts/default/2116810847583434015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222875112543098698/posts/default/2116810847583434015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejemony.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunshiney-and-she-held-me-with-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692280721355142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
