Sigh...

.:Some Measure Of Redemption:.

Before heading off for the supposed audition that the Chua sisters had in Eastwood, I decided to just go online for the most part, and it was a refreshing surprise to catch Noey on Yahoo Messenger. We just chatted for a short while and all, as well as Melai and I (One of the WAVE listeners.), who gave an alternate but valid interpretation to the short story entitled “Si Bantay”...

After a while, I walked into a series of losses against a Type I Trinistax deck, as well as a Type I land destruction deck, that proved immensely difficult to deal with once the deck manages to destroy lands at an earlier point than turn three. Ah, well. I just stayed around in the store for a while, before Sacha texted me to meet her in KFC, where I ran into a college batchmate of mine, Pons. He was surprised (They always are.) over my career path, but it's all good. I was talking to her about how female dj's have more face value than most male dj's, although the newer breed tend to undermine that old stereotype.

A while later, Sacha arrives in KFC, and the introductions took Pons by surprise (That always happens, too.). After all, though Sach is a batch higher than I am, she's as old as I am, and Pons is over a year older than I am. Oh, well. In any case, hope his luck goes well in his Masterals in U.P....

Sach and I were talking for the most part about how things were going to go. She was wondering what was on my mind, and what a certain friend of mine had to say. I was being rather cryptic about it, until...

Sacha: Marcelle, you wanted me to be as brutally frank with you as needed be. I was hoping you'd be the same with me.

So I told her about it. About how I realized through this friend of mine that my emotions have been running on high lately, and how while that may seem quite problematic, it's better that I let them run their course, simply because it's happened before, and it's testament to the fact that in spite of all the things I've been doing lately, despite being seemingly superhuman, I'm still quite irrevocably human, after all. It is a bit of consolation to me that I still am, in all honesty.

Nonetheless, she recognizes the struggle I'm going through, and I'm glad she respects that. I value my friendship with Sacha. You might say that I was being extremely childish at that point, but I was doing my darned best to keep it all under check, to begin with.

Despite my being extremely vulnerable the past few weeks, I was glad that she still managed to understand me, and I just told her that I don't want to put myself into a position where I would end up grasping blades in an effort to get somewhere, no matter how clearly futile it is. I know how useless it all is. And I did not need to be given the false glimmer of “working my way up the ladder” the way certain other people already have. I really don't want to do that... at least, not at this point in my life.

I've been distressed for the most part, but she is arguably the only other person I know who willingly wants to talk about problems with someone who perceives her as part and parcel of the cause. It's nice and all, really.

On the lighter side of things, she's been doing splendidly with her Japanese, and she has been giving sample phrases, much to the delight of people. More on that later...

We then headed to her dorm, where her mom was supposed to pick her up. On the way there, let me just say that if I once said she gave the second best hugs I've ever had, she also gave the second longest hug I've ever had... that moment there, for some reason or some other, simply swept away all my bad feelings at that point. It felt good to be respected and trusted by a friend I've gambled a lot for in the past. There is no question that I would still be willing to do that in the future. As a friend, she is certainly worth it.

Finally, some measure of redemption.

.:Over The Dorm, Over The Fountain:.

While we were talking at her dorm, Sacha's mom arrived shortly thereafter, and she was conversing with me while Sach was gathering some of her stuff to move out of the dorm. Her mom is one of those people who seems to know what to say, no matter what the situation. I was glad to have spoken to her, and it was fairly interesting what ideas we managed to exchange even while on our way to Roxas Boulevard, as the audition for fire spinning was postponed yet again. Our discussions on the “Justice on Wheels” article that was used for the first long test in Dr. Ibana's class proved to be very interesting as Mrs. Chua had some very valid insights about the whole situation, as to whether or not “Justice on Wheels” would actually expedite the legal system.

Shortly afterwards, we arrived in Roxas Boulevard, where a new guy whose name escapes me joined Carl, Jo, and Erick (I spelled Jo's and Erick's name wrong the last time...) were with Kathy and the other girl spinner whose name also escapes me. I'm so bad with names...

Everyone who spun barring myself lit up that night... sigh.

However, some measure of consolation for me: for some freakish reason, I managed to do the weave! Yay! I can only do it when I 'm not thinking about it, though. It's like the way some Dance Maniax songs go for me... when I start analyzing the steps, it becomes problematic for me... and yes, I clobbered myself silly in so many places last night although there're some nice tricks I can now do, given only one poi in my hands...

.:Butchered:.

Aside from a couple of sights for sore eyes (One of which Jo was fawning over like anything.), we were paying a lot of attention to the guys who were singing in Roxas Boulevard, as they were really butchering songs, in spite of the fact that the lyrics were there for them to see...

I'm hoding a fortune, when my sanity hangs by a thread...

Even more hilarious was Sacha's recitation of basic Japanese phrases and words such as “Yamete kudasai” and “Onegai”, as her anime pitch simply made the enunciation very... lifelike.