• March 5, Thursday: AI season 8 is officially the worst AI season EVER. The past episodes rely solely on entertainment value and much less on talent, compared to the previous season. David Cook, David Archuleta, Michael Johns, Jason Castro, Carly Smithson, Syesha Mercado, Brooke White vs. Danny Gokey, Lil Rounds, and Anoop Desai? I seriously wish the other contestants would step it up a couple of notches. In last season’s Top12, I wanted more than half of them to win, even if they had different genres as their fortes. This year, it seems as though the contestants have been reduced to their own sob stories and end up coming off as one-dimensional. This is why I am officially detaching myself from AI fanhood. How can you watch a season that puts people like Norman Gentle and Tatiana del Toro in the Top36?!
  • March 6, Friday:
    • Watchmen is now officially part of my borefest movies list. Profound movie quotes and cool special effects aside, the film adaptation did not in any way do justice to the graphic novel. Half the time I didn’t even know what was going on. Not worth the hype and definitely not for those who are not fans of the original masterpiece.
    • Thanks to the surge in Meralco’s stock prices, I am officially a wad of Benjamins richer. In fact, I think I can afford to be unemployed for a couple of months. But being the workaholic that I am, I will carry on my stress-filled lifestyle by reviewing for the CFA, training for an FA position at CAPEX in hopes of being promoted as CFO or CRO this year, and joining an FX analyst development program. All in three months altogether. Am i bored or whuuuuut?
  • March 7, Saturday: 
    • Ours is officially the best thesis EVER. Jaah and I got a text message from our favorite person in the Math Department (who else?!) saying that we had to pass another copy of our unabridged paper to the department chairperson so that it could be reviewed for the SOSE Awards. At first, we felt hassled - the first thing you think when you see Tups’ name in your inbox is wtf bitch - and we swore that all we would do is submit another copy of the paper and nothing more. If we were required to have another defense/presentation then to hell with it. But then magis got the best of us when Tups implied that ours was the first and only group that she endorsed to the chairperson for the SOSE Awards. So bring it awn. Besides, it would look awesome on the resume.
    • I am officially a f*cking liar. I attended the SOSE Open House to help with the registration for the Math Department. It was interesting watching parents accompany their clueless soon-to-be-freshmen kids sign up for the department talks. Ateneo-ness is soooo different from the perspective of those who haven’t spent a couple of years in the university. It wouldn’t be long before they accept the fact that Ateneo falls short of their expectations. Some incoming majors were asking us about the AMF program, and as much as I’d like to advise them to jump ship immediately, I had to lie through my teeth and say that it is a very promising program. When they asked me about the graduate program so enthusiastically, I couldn’t bear to dishearten them. It’s like staring through a five-year old’s eager eyes and telling them that Santa Claus does not exist. And neither does heaven nor does love. I know that they will soon find out, and I can only hope that once they do, they deal with it and survive. 
    • Eheads are officially over and done with. Their concert was a blast, even if my friends have been commenting that the first one was waaaaaay better. It’s ironic how I’m now about to become a huge Eheads fan now that their band is, well, non-existent. I loved their less mainstream songs like “Poor Man’s Grave”, “Wishing Wells”, and “Julie Tearjerky” more than the familiar ones. It amazes me how much they sound like a foreign band and versatile they are in terms of music genre - a rare characteristic, especially for Pinoy bands.
  • March 8, Sunday: It’s official… We are… you know… OFFICIAL. 
  • March 9, Monday: I am officially prepared to brave the urban jungle. Owing to my hellish MRT-devirginization, it’s been a really long while since I last took the metro. But today, having taken the MRT from Ayala to Cubao then the LRT from Cubao to Katipunan and having bought myself a prepaid train ticket, I officially declare myself an intermediate commuter. Promotion to advanced level will take place immediately after I am able to ride all forms of public transportation on my own. Prior to today, riding the cab was the only means of public transportation that I take alone. Now that I’ve studied the map of the train stations from Taft to Monumento and from Recto to Santolan, I feel like a tourist in my own goddamned country… but an empowered one nonetheless.