october 13, 2007.
my graduation was held at picc. :) my whole family went. and of course, migs. hee hee :) it was really fun and nice to finally be wearing a toga and also my "honorable mention" medal :) hahaha :) wasn't used to the graduation cap though; it felt as if it were going to fall off my head any minute :)
sat between jed and rugin. got the chance to befriend mikae, the only ab-dance graduate this term. :) i felt proud of us all when we were marching into the hall - down the stairs and to our seats. :) it's hard to explain the mix of emotions during that day - happiness, proud, sadness, and not-ready-to-face-the-world-syndrome. hahaha :)
the most funny thing that happened during my graduation was when i was about to get my diploma. jed's name had been called; he was the last among the production design graduates. i was getting ready for my name to be called. my heart was pounding. my hands were cold. and i felt happy and warm all inside. the brother-president seemed like a really nice guy and it was our honor to have him award our diplomas.
"The graduates of AB-Technical Theater..."
the time has come...
"Eunice Sabrina... "
the dean had looked at me. i went up the stage and headed towards the brother president. the dean's mouth formed an O. i expected him to say ocampo. instead, he said...
"Ong. Honorable Mention"
what?! tHE?! HELL?! hahahaha :) my surname is ANG!!! not ONG!!! :) i accepted my diploma and took my bow nonetheless :) i could hear my friends' giggles already. when i got to my seat, we were all laughing :)
raven: eu! magkapatid na pala tayo! hahaha :)
we kept laughing. even my family was laughing. :) it was hilarious but nakakainis too. why did he read my surname wrong?! hahaha :)
was touched though when miss magda texted me in the end. "huwag ka mag-alala, you'll always be eunice ANG to us." hahaha :)
happy grad to us all :)
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stardust:
what do stars do?
they SHINE.
conflict
myself
- esa
- i am someone who is delusional at times. someone who seeks for attention of others. someone who suffers from middle-child syndrome. someone who sees depression as an inspiration for writing. a poet. an emotional kid. but an optimist at the same time. weird. but true.
abandoned boots
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