i know the proverbial nostalgia-ridden entry after four years of college seems too early as of the moment but...

today was supposed to be my final schoolday friday (after 16 looooong years; trueblue `to, bro!) in the great academic institution known as the ateneo de manila university, and classes got suspended. and to think, as an undergrad, i wished classes were cancelled everyday.

kung kelan di mo hinahanap, saka lilitaw.

nagkakagulo na ang pilipinas, at ito pa rin ang inaatupag ko.

i got a text from a friend after an official school announcement was made:
"may coup daw a. dota tayo."

and that we did, spending our last "classes-got-suspended-today-holiday" on dota.

kung kelan di mo hinahanap. saka lilitaw.

people youve seen, even in glimpses, for the past four years will in all probability disappear forever. there will be things left undone, unspoken, and will now remain stagnant for all eternia.

ironic, how this "freedom" from the bindings of the academe was the holy grail in the months before today, but once achieved, you would want to go through the entire process all over again.

kung kelan di mo hinahanap, saka lilitaw.