Funny that my last post on this LJ was also a Friday the 13th greeting.

You didn't think I was about to go on and forget my tradition, did you?

I dreamt we were doing overtime like we normally do. In fact, everything seemed perfectly normal except for the fact that it was 5 AM and the sun was already way up.

See, normally our OT's end between 10 and 12. A few extremes see us out around 2 or 3 AM, but those're rare.

For dignity's sake, I'm erasing the names of people involved.

While looking through sample shots of models for a photoshoot...
Boss: This girl is the sister of Heart Evangelista's boyfriend.
Mook: Sino? Hindi ba si John Prats?

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Moral of the Story: When putting up samples, pick flattering photos mmkay?

Happy Friday the 13th, bitches.

First things first, I'd like to confess that I wasn't actually completely sure about my graduation until yesterday when I finally saw my name on the list with my own two eyes along with participating in and being called during the rehearsals. So yay, after two years I'm finally going to do what I should've done.

In other news I decided to just up and delete my old Blogspot account (long-time friends will remember that one as the blog right before this one, and annoyingly the one that for some reason always showed up whenever anyone Googles my real name). And no, it's not even because I've any particularly bitter memories on that site; I just felt like cleaning up my online tracks to keep in line with all the moving forward I'm finally able to do with life in general.

Well yeah, there's also the bit about erasing all that sentimental bullshit along with those pretentious haikus at the start of every damn entry off the face of the internet.

Stupidly, I'm intent on deleting my Tabulas too (the obscure one hardly anyone knows, and I hardly posted in) but I have completely forgotten the damn password and I can't locate it at all via searches and links and shit. Bah.

So I dreamt Sir DM (the prof who worked with me on my thesis, for those who don't know) was asking me to make an outline of all that I'd learned this sem "or face dire consequences," to quote his text to me in the dream. This doesn't make sense at all considering the fact that I had literally no classes with him this entire past school year -- thesis doesn't count since we were working on it in as a 'tutorial class' which is usually a non-classroom arrangement (in my case it was entirely dependent on arranged consultations at the EngDept).

Oh yeah, and in other news I'm finally graduating two years after it should've happened. But you probably knew that since I've been screaming it out on Plurk, FB and IRL. Pfft.

I promise we'll do our long-overdue catching up in a bit. Right now though, I've just gotta -to use a silly metaphor that's pretty private to me and my closest homies- put in the necessary bonuses 'coz the big die roll's coming up and I can pretty much see what the TN is.

But just to give a preview: It looks like I'll be doing the get-on-your-knees-in-Bel-Field-and-sing-Ever-Since-the-World-Began thing soon enough, and for once in my life for sure.