Yesterday was an altogether amazing experience. Starting from the afternoon when we watched the place being setup, `til the time I left Bahay ng Alumni.

I've only seen Sir J cry once, that was maybe a year and a half ago. He always struck me as taong bato, and it was humbling to see a man like him cry. Earlier yesterday afternoon, he shared about how God's message was so clear to him about the Club. He said that God was molding leaders in the Club. People he never thought would stand up and speak about God and the Word were there. The feeling was so overwhelming that he broke down in tears.

I think that people mock people who openly praise God, because it's out of the norm. People automatically think that it's just for show. People make judgments when they hear that this group is Christian. Even my mother has something to say about me being in StreetDance. She says you should surround yourself with people that have the same belief. But regardless of what you call your religion, isn't it the same belief? To believe in God? I don't think it hinders me from my being Catholic. Not at all. We all respect each other's beliefs. And I have a hard time explaining to my mother who is sarado Katoliko. But that's how it is.

Last night, Bahay ng Alumni was filled with people. For whatever reason, they were there because they wanted to be. God moves through everything - in this case, in the waves, the pops, the locks, the stunts, the steps of each dance. We only hope that we were able to make a mark in even just one person in the audience last night. Hopefully, there is a change of heart.

I've always said this, but I do love the Club with all my heart. Maybe that's why even if I have graduated already, I still come back. It's not something out of habit, or it's not something to do because I have nothing else. It's because I want to. It's my passion. It's my calling.

So, the village has a brand spanking new gate. It's ugly. It's caladryl pink and brown. The village name is in GOLD. Geezus! And they spent 1M on that? Goodness. Who designed it, anyway? They're not letting people pass thru the other gate - the one which is easier to pass thru going to my house. Guests have to go to the other gate - the one with the garrish gold letters, which is way over the other side of the avenue. Goodness. My friend got pissed off yesterday, so she walked to my house and left her car at the guard house. It's such a hassle for people going to my house, because it's much easier to go through that particular guard house rather than go to the other one.

Look at me, getting worked up over a village gate. Woohoo.

Concert's on Friday. I'm missing 2 costumes, still. For the first time in my three-and-a-half years in the club, I'm borrowing like mad! One full costume - not a single article of clothing (except for maybe my socks and shoes) is mine. Whoo.

Come watch if you have the time. (: It's only P50. And the profit will go to a scholarship fund the Club's trying to set up. See, you'll have a good time for a good cause! Watch! Watch!

Ok, I'm done.

Congratulations to the compet team for winning first place in the Freeway competition! I'm so proud of these girls. Their routine was flawless and they looked gorgeous in their assymetrical tops and big hoop earrings. It was fun watching the competition from two floors up. There were so many people. And it was cool when someone from the ground floor shouted, "GO UP!" and the rest of us on the third and fourth floor would echo. I love school spirit!

It was weird having fashion stylists, writers and designers judge a dance competition, though. I mean, sure, "style" was in the criteria, but come on, it's a dance competition. The judges were Rajo Laurel, Tessa Prieto-Valdez (in this very big yellow-think-Belle-in-Beauty-and-the-Beast-gown, and a very poofy, afro-like wig), Tim Yap, G Toengi, Celine Lopez and some Vernon dude who's supposedly a choreographer (for what? I don't know exactly.) But anyway, we were kind of doubtful about their merit as judges, but we're glad our girls won, anyway. UP Fight-ah! d: Haha!

I lost my voice last night, because I kept shouting (and I was still coughing!), but it seems to be back now. A big thank you to Ton for coming with me (both to Laika's play and the competition) even though he only had four hours of sleep earlier that day. Heh. <3 He's the best!

I need to get a move on because rehearsals are from 10am-5pm today, and Mass is at 9am. I think. Nyar. This is going to be such a tiring day. I can already feel it.

And as if I didn't plug it enough already: CHOSEN GROUND ON SEPT 24, 7:30PM at the BAHAY NG ALUMNI (UP DILIMAN). Tickets are only P50! Buy from me!


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Unnecessary mush, but this is my blog so I can say whatever I want! d: I feel prettiest when he looks at me. (:

I'm still coughing! What the hell. I've been sick for one week now. I've been drinking my medicine, avoiding all things cold and up until yesterday, I haven't had chocolate. I hate this condition. Grr. I'm so weird, I'm actually happy that I threw up two days in a row. Mostly because that means I'm expelling phlegm. Yuck, I'm so gross. Skip this entry now. Fweh. I hope I'm better today, because it's going to be a long day. And I have a whole day of rehearsals to get through tomorrow. Hay.

Yesterday, we danced at the MEG Moves Dance Competition. Haha I kind of messed up one part. Haha and it's caught on tape. Whoops! The audience was so.. dead. I don't know. Nobody seemed the least bit interested in our dance. Haha, kawawa naman kami. But it was fun. I haven't performed in a while, so it was nice to get up onstage and dance to an audience again. The schools who performed were pretty good. MC Pep was a sure winner the moment they did those handstands, headstands and backwalks. But I thought the black-and-pink costumes were the cutest. (Two schools were wearing those colors.) It was an 80s-themed contest, so naturally most of them had Michael Jackson songs in their mixes. The cutest mix was MC's, though. In my opinion, anyway. They even had Shake Body Body Dancer! Haha! (Naturally, they won first place.)

Today's a pretty long (but fun) day, I can't wait. (: Ton and I are watching Laika's play, supporting StreetDance in a dance competition and going out with his former teammates. We've been together for five months now. Wow. We've known each other for almost a year now. Another wow. Hehe d: Wala lang. I'm just really happy. (: Kulang na lang talaga mawala yung ubo ko, eh. Perfect na. Haha!

I hate being sick. Especially when I haven't been doing anything for the past few months that would make me prone to sickness! Argh. I was having a hard time taking that stupid exam, because every other minute, I would feel like throwing up! I was thisclose to, one time. Bleh.

Sitting inside Studio 11, with the aircon on high cool, I kept on coughing and spitting into tissue. Ew, sorry. You didn't have to know that. But there. I felt like I was having an asthma attack, or something. Not a very happy feeling.

The exam was what everyone was telling me it would be. Reading comprehension, sentence structure, grammar. SRA ito! I could imagine moving up to Gold level. Haha, I was almost tempted to ask for the answer key, if only to confirm whether or not I "passed". I haven't had an exam since college - which was, what, six months ago? Nyar.

There were three people infront of me, and it didn't take too long for me to assume that they were Ateneans. d: The mere mention of AMP, the Comm Studio, and Mark Escaler were enough to confirm this assumption. Most of the people taking the exam were wearing jeans and sneakers. Count on me to come in slacks and boots. My mother: "Para naman may bearing ka!", when I asked if I could wear jeans.

I don't know why my throat's being such a pain these days. I haven't been abusing it at all! Augh. And now of all times. Sabi nga sa Clusivol, bawal magkasakit.

Post-interview. I think the interviewer liked me. I was trying my best to maintain eye contact, because I actually looked for job interview tips yesterday. HAHA. I am such a dork. I also realized, I need to plan how to "sell" myself. I can say so much more, to convince people that I'll be an asset to their company. And for once, I did not come out as shy. He actually said that I'm not the usual fresh grad interviewee, who stays quiet. Hehe. Thank God. I have four years of Speech Comm to thank for that. d:

I have a "company exam" on Friday. My mom told me it's probably an IQ test of some sort. I just hope I get through it. The lady I talked to told me to bring a jacket, so I supposed it'll be super cold, and I'll be staying in there for a long time. Hrmm. Kaye teased me that there might be calculus. Haha!

So today, I have a job interview. And my throat feels dry and I keep coughing every other minute. AUGH. What great timing. I'm more excited than nervous. I think I've bummed out enough, it's time for me to work!

I'm such a dork. Yesterday, I picked out an outfit and strutted around in it in front of a mirror. Haha! My brother thought the interview was yesterday. d:

Send prayers my way. I'll need all the help I can get. I should go and do something about this throat of mine. I wouldn't want to look (0r sound!) sick in front of my interviewer. Heh.

*edit* I just got a text message from the other company I got interviewed for. I'm supposed to call the lady who interviewed me later, between 1-2pm. Wow.

I love my friends dearly. If I can, in any way, help them out with whatever they're having trouble with, I try to do so.

Laika's been one of the friends I've known longest. We've been friends since first grade, and she's like the sister I never had. She can tell me things no one else can, and vice versa. She can b*tch at me and I won't take it against her. I think that's what years of friendship does to you.

I remember going through sophomore year (her freshman year in UP), experiencing everyday of her two-week hell week for a sorority. She would have momentary breakdowns in my bedroom and I didn't know what to do exactly. I let her cry, and I didn't say anything. I didn't tell her to quit, I didn't egg her on. I was just.. well, there. I was there when she became an officer for the sorority, and when she had to organize her first event.

I've known her to be a strong-willed and very determined person. She rarely cries, unless in an enormous amount of stress. She gets things done.

Last night, I acted for her short play for playwriting class. I had half a mind to say no, when she asked me to act for her. But I can never say no to her. I know she'd do the same for me. She's also part of Dulaang UP's play, Lysistrata so she had to squeeze in rehearsals in between the 10am and 3pm shows. And then, she had to rush from the 3pm show so we could block in THY. She was harassed. I could tell. At one point, after an annoying dude pestered her, she just sat on the floor and cried. I gave her a good hug and didn't say anything. Later in the night, she cried again after saying that her boyfriend might not be able to watch her in Lysistrata (the first UP play she's ever been in), because he's taking the Bar (which starts today, I think). Another big hug and a reassuring smile. She was alright after that, and we got through her play without much trouble.

I think sometimes we all need someone to be just there for us. We don't need them to talk, or to say anything. We may need an occasional hug, or pat on the back. I'm glad I have friends who are like that, because I would do the same thing in a heartbeat. I love my friends - never mind if that sounds so Chicken Soup. I just do.