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I’m back!

I lost a little bit of myself the past six months. I was a little too busy to figure myself out. I was a little too lazy to publish the entries I randomly wrote when I was waiting for events to start. I was a little too little in 2013. But now I’m back. Bigger–literally–and louder.

Hello! It’s me. Sasha.

 

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Boracay 2014. 

 

 

Bye to the old you…

Tumblr is so helpful. It’s like a Church pastor, so full of uplifting quotes (with visuals!). It never fails.

… because I have been given the tools to always be okay. No matter what happens.

 

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Hello blog! I’m going to change your layout soon! Gereadeh for a makeovah!

The best things in life are free!

It feels like yesterday when Sachi was dragging me by the hair at 6:30 in the morning. The Freshmen Orientation Seminar apparently waited for no one, even for sleepy bums like me (and the rest of my peers). After walking under the scorching sun, braving the crowd of yellow and red, and getting yelled at by an overly excited (yet amazing) TnT, I finally managed to find my seat and reluctantly slipped on the horribly unfashionable gigantic name tag. Mind you, no matter how large my name is written, people always find a way to mispronounce it much to my amusement and annoyance. Several blisters and sweat-stained shirts later, I realized that the campus was hot and wide and there were no men-worth-looking-at within a 50-mile radius anywhere.  So much for four years in Ateneo.

Okay, I’m only joking. It was me who dragged my sister, my human map, to the cockadoodling hours of the morning for my OrSem. I planned my yellow shirt weeks in advance for my first day of being Atenean and I love being soaked in the sun. At that point (and even until now), boys don’t really interest me that much. I loved my OrSem so much that I devoted two years into becoming a TnT, waking up even earlier  and being the “debilitator” of energy for the wearisome old freshmen.

After spending my mom’s hard-earned money, spent time paying attention in class, and wasting my well-deserved cuts, I can now throw my rented mortarboard in the air! Wheee! Adulthood, here I come!

*This is my last grad-related post although I might post photos of my actual graduation. I just had a bout of sentimentality after finished my clearance and viewing my grades. 😀

Trapped in the yearbook pages

This is my yearbook write-up written by the very talented Raymond Ang.

By this point in your life, you will have already grouped your friends into two categories: (1) your good time friends and (2) your I-will-love-you-through-a-brick-wall friends. Sasha, unfortunately, is neither. The conventions of human friendships are far too small and limiting to contain an entity as shiny, outsized, and confounding as hers.

She is an enigma. How, for example, does she operate at 100% 24/7? Is she just hopped up on sugar? And then there is her drive, her achievements, and her passion. Beyond a perpetually perky persona and voice that’s just a notch below dolphin, Sasha has real skills and intelligence, the discovery of which, coming from a girl who sometimes likes to pretend to be Dobby the House Elf, is overwhelming.

So what do you make of someone like Sasha? She of the banshee-like la-la-la’s and ever upbeat outlook? She is in a category all by herself: A purple unicorn—the one that will fight with you against your personal Voldemort, the one that will travel to the ends of the Middle Earth to get that ring back. Surely, magic was in the ingredients when this girl was made.