Siye siye…
Just like what I promised, here’s the continuation of my "thank you" entry.
Where was I?…oh, yes…
Doc Pedreña. We truly miss you, Sir. Thank you for imparting with us your "omniscient" knowledge. I miss our "open forum" segment of the class. Thank you for believing so much in me…especially in my passion for music. I will continue singing for you…I don’t know about that dream I had about you before our thesis defense,but I believe you were there to guide us. Thank you, Doc Ped. We love you and we really miss you…
To all my professors who formed a big part in my intellectual, moral and spiritual growth, my salutations to you! Keep on enlightening the empty, innocent minds of the young ones!
Now, to my friends…
The Virgin Force: Paula, Jocelyn, Sybell, Lynette and Lotis. You girls have been my harem for four years in FEU! Hahaha!
Paula. You’re my best friend, my sister, my wife, my thesis mate, my seatmate, my everything! Hahaha! You know how much you mean to me, you know what you are to me. You have always been there for me…not just during "fun" times but especially during my lowest points in life! You’ve been there to cheer for me whenever I’d have some singing engagements and gigs…you’ve been my biggest fan, my biggest supporter…see I told you, you’re like my wife! Hahaha! My gulay, if only I were a guy, I think I would have married you! Hehehehe! I know this is not the end of our friendship, we still have law school, remember?! Well, we’re not so sure about that but one thing’s for certain: We’re not going anywhere without each other! 
I know there were times I irritated you because of my stupidity (you know what I mean), especially during the level-10 of our thesis-making process…the group almost faltered because of me (well, not entirely my fault, is it? Hehehe!)…but thank you for the strength and the berating…I was able to rise up…we were able to resurface victorious in the end! God, indeed, is so good…He rewarded us in the end! Thank you Pau for everything! I love you so much! MWAAAAAAAAH!!!
Jocelyn. The girl who iontimidated me with her super-pointy, archy eyebrows! Hahaha! She’s the first person I made friends with back in 2nd year…remember that, Joce? I will really miss the nights we’d go home together and buy apples for my guinea pigs! Thank you for always being there for me, to listen to my nonsensical rants about life…thank you, Jocelyn! I love you very much!
Sybell. My mistress! Girl, you’re one of my few true friends! You’ve been there to comfort me during my darkest moments (Oh yes, we’d always go to the dark room in AB and…oh well, you don’t wanna know. :D)…you’re literally my "shoulder-to-cry-on" friend…
Ok, I have to cut this short again. Some important stuff just came up. Hehehe!
Shukran…
Four years ago, I stepped onto the grounds of the Far Eastern University so innocent, gullible and nitwit…well, I still am to this day hehehe. I never anticipated the life-changing situations I’d go through and the people I’d encounter in FEU who made such an unfathomable impact on me. I have to say I changed a lot, I’ve gone through metamorphosis in my four-year stay in the university…I’m so different now that when I look back at the Nesrin four years ago, there’s only one thing that I whisper to myself: You’ve grown a lot, girl.
I have thank so many people for that. So let me start off with my professors…
Sir Reynold D. Agnes. I still remember when he first became my prof, PolS1, first year, second sememster. School had just resumed for the second semester and I came a week after. He got annoyed and berated me coz he had already arranged the class alphabetically. He asked me to submit my name and other personal info on 1/4 sheet of paper. He read it and smirked. " CALI? Maybe you’re drunk that’s why you came very late in class." The whole class laughed. That kinda motivated me to do extremely well in his class. A week after that, we had a quiz and fortunately, I was able to ace it. When he returned the papers, he was dismayed at the others who didn’t do well in the test. "I have to give credit to Ms. Cali here because she came late to class yet she was able to earn a score higher than average." Hehehe. He was the one who recommended me to the Oratorical and Debate Concil. He’s one of the best professors that the university has…no sucking up! (Anyway, he won’t be my professor anymore). It all started from there until he became my professor in 3rd year in two major subjects, then my thesis adviser and then my professor in Local Government in my last year in college. He’s not only my professor; he’s also become a friend. I might be depicting him as a geeky, nerdy, stern prof but don’t be fooled. He’s definitely not even close to that. He may be such a disciplined and principled man but he have a lighter side too. He can be such a funny guy. When we were at my thesis mate’s house in the middle of the night, going insane over finishing our thesis on time, he would text us and say, "Be careful there. The ‘mumu’ comes out at 12 midnight." We would laugh our asses off, our spirits recharged. He went beyond his responsibility as our adviser…he was really there for us whenever we needed him. He would even answer our calls in the middle of the night, even when he’s asleep…I remember too when we met up with him after his class at Jollibee Morayta…it was Valentine’s Day and he was like, "OK, I’ll tell you a Vanlentine story…" and then he related to us his story with his wife…he was just trying to de-stress us. FEU should have more professors like him…thank you so much Sir Agnes for everything…for not just teaching us the theories of Carneades, Brutos, Hugo Grotius, Espinoza, Jeremy Bentham and the likes…but you taught us values in life which are way more worthy to be learned than those political thoughts–to live a dignified, disciplined and principled life…if only our politicians and law-enforcing agents would be like you, I’m sure this country would be at par with 1st World Countries. Hmmm…I have an idea…we’ll clone Sir Agnes and produce billions of him! Hahaha! Thank you sir…that’s an understatement.
Sir Francisco Fojas. Sir Fojas was twice my professor, in my first year, Economics, and third year, International Law (I love both subjects, but he made it more interesting than they already are). The good thing about Sir Fojas as a professor is he teaches things which are outside the course syllabus, but are still relevant. In our International Law subject, he made us read international law books authored by foreign experts…he really has a gargantuan room in his brain for all that knowledge and information…kudos to you Sir! He’s also very fun too…I learned a lot from him…he also encouraged me to work at the UN. Thank you so much, Sir Fojas for believing so much in me. You have no idea how you’ve contributed to my intellectual and moral growth. Thank you, Sir Fojas!
Mrs. Delores Reyes. I will surely miss our one-hour strolls in the afternoon from our room in the Arts Building to the school gates! She’s another person who imparted so much knowledge and valuable lessons in life to me. I look up to her so much…her self-discipline and principles in life…she’s really someone worthy of emulation. I mean, come to think of it…she has all the resources, the wealth, she could just stay in the States and live a confortable life there as she’s nearing her meeting with God. But no, she has chosen to stay here and educate the young minds of this country, instill in them ideals that will contribute to the progress of our people, our country. I’m just like "WOW". Thank you so much Ma’am for believing so much in me…I will not fail you. I will forever keep what you’d taught me in class and the lessons in life that you’d related to me in our afternoon walks. <Nesrin, you are special. Do what you can for this country, don’t allow yourself to be swallowed by the dismal system this country has.> Thank you Ma’am!
I have to cut this short…hehehehe…to be continued…
Au revoir, FEU!
Until now, the fact that I’m no longer a student of FEU hasn’t sunk in yet. It’s probably because I’m still seeing my friends from there these days…and I’m still going there to get some papers I need for law school admission tests. I’m still attached to everything FEU. But I guess when the time comes that I’d really be away from anything FEU, that’s when I’d really feel that…my FEU days are indeed over.
Last night, I came across my papers from my 1st year to 4th year. There were test papers, long essay homeworks, a petition I filed for my academic scholarship, some speech I wrote for my speech class, a piece I made when I ran for secretary IAS student coucil (and I just realized that I’m an idealistic, leftist buffoon! haha! My blood has a tinge of Escuderoism! I wrote in there "we should make sure that those absurd policies which the administration promulgates be amended or even abolished."), there were hand outs too from Sir Agnes about the theories of Hugo Grotius, Espinoza and Carneades…cases I digested and test papers in Intro to Law under Ma’am G (who’s now my angel/sister)…oh, those were the days. Without realizing it, tears were gently trickling down my face. SIGH.
I had a great college life, I must say. I met a lot of great, interesting people (even the evil ones are actually interesting…hehehe). I just can’t put everything in writing. It’s fun, it’s chaotic, it’s topsy-turvy, it’s happy, it’s sad, it’s morose, it sucks–it’s everything rolled into one. I learned a lot of things…it really is my training ground for the real life out there…I’m really so thankful I went to FEU…I don’t regret anything about my going there for college…FEU indeed is a microcosm of the Philippine society.
Oh, yeah I’m supposed to write a "thank you" entry but I’m too lazy right now. Hehehe. Next time.
Random Thoughts
*Just got from school (oh, my former school), submitted some papers to the institute of law. Really got irked with this biatch who made me wait for 45 minutes. She was supposed to do some evaluation but she asked me to "wait for a while". And so I just sat down and leafed through the latest issue of the school paper. I thought she was dealing with something sooo important BUT then I heard her talking on the phone. She was ordering some crappy food! For God’s sake, it’s like almost 4! Then she called another person and talked rubbish! I was trying to stretch my "patience rubber" as far as I could…I almost snapped! I really wanted to go up to her, hit her hard on the head with one of those gargantuan trophies on display, strangle her til her eyes pop out with the phone cord and throw her out of the glass door! Good thing I’m civilized enough not to create such a scandalous scene.
**I’m not a big fan of local movies. If only they’d stop making those so-so predictable, cheesy, overly dramatic love stories, I might as well stop seeing foreign films. They’re really wasting so much time and money on those stupid films <sorry>. That "love team" crap…for God’s sake, why can’t they bury it? Are they too blind to see that it’s not working anymore? People are satiated with it. People evolve, their wants and demands change. The local movie industry should adopt to these changes. If they wouldn’t, well it’d surely spell its death. And the actors and actresses? My gulay, they’re OA almost all the time. They’re not natural…I mean when you watch them, it’s as if they can’t convince you, they can’t seem to pull you in the world that they’re in and make you believe that everything else that transpires is real. However, I have to admit that there’s one local actor who’ve met my standards, an exceptional actor indeed. I guess he really deserves those contracts with Miramax. Yeah, I’m talking about Cesar Montano. He’s so good at his craft, he’s natural. He should be in Hollywood or at least be visible in the international movie scence. Kudos to you, Cesar!
***I don’t really like the endings of the fourth, fifth and sixth installment of Harry Potter. Cedric Diggory died in the Goblet of Fire…that’s kinda OK coz to me, he’s not an important character. But Sirius Black and Dumbledore dying in the end? That’s too…gloomy, morose…dark. Call me loony but I was in tears when Sirius died. I could almost feel Harry’s sentiments…I mean he lost his parents…now the person closest to being a parent to him is gone. That’s too brutal. Like Harry, I was desperately wishing that Sirius would be revived by some magical spell or something…or he would appear out of the veil and say, "Harry, I’m still alive!"…or when Harry was lamenting his death, he would come out of nowhere and say, "Harry, it’s just a joke! Come on, cheer up! Let’s go and have some butterbeer at Hogsmeade!" It hit me so hard when Dumbledore confirmed his death. I don’t know why…guess I was too immersed in the novel.
But that’s how really life is. isn’t it? Brutally cruel, very complicated. But you just have to accept things as they are, as they happen…anyway, this world is meant to be imperfect. Oh well, guess I just have to work my butt off in this wicked world to get to that perfect place, up there…wherever it is.
****I’m sad over the fact that the Harry Potter series is over. 
Despite the fact that J.K. Rowling killed Sirius and Dumbledore, she’s still one of my favorite writers of all time…not just because she created this magical world full of wonders…her writing style is very laudable. The way she describes things…very vivid indeed, as if you’re really seeing them in tangible form. But if she slays Harry in the lasy installment…I would never be able to forgive her…I guess that’s how she’s going to end it…yeah, I have this feeling that she will kill Harry…
*****Another sad fact: I won’t be going back to Saudi this summer coz I have plans of going to law school this coming school year. So I’m gonna be staying around and prepare. However, it’s not such a bad thing coz I’m gonna work and earn my own money! I have three job offerings right now: legal researcher (or something) at a law firm, DJ in a radio station (no not one of those crappy radio stations which play crappy music), and of course…the call center. Hmm….eenie-meenie-minie-mow…
The Mystery Behind Reveries…
I don’t know what I’ve been eating/drinking/or doing at that but lately I’ve been dreaming about really weird stuff, really stupid dreams! I’ll relate them and see how stupid they are (like the author)…
1.) I was on a particular street with some kids and we were watching this bird, a big bird (no green stuff, please). It looked like a turkey–no more of like a road runner, its plumage a mixture of purple and green. It was struggling to reach for my hands–and then it broke free. It ran around gleefully and inadvertently rammed its head onto a parked black van. I chortled and it turned to me. It gave me a hug and we started dancing in the middle of the street. We were so ecstatic. We had this feeling that we were the only creatures left in the world. Then I woke up to my Mom’s medulla-oblongata-piercing screams–she was waking me up for the Fajr prayers.
2.) I just reached the bridge part of a certain overpass and I saw Ryan Seacrest there. I blew him a kiss, which he, like a mime, caught and locked inside his heart. Seeing this, the acerbic Simon Cowell, who was on the other side, shot a reproachful, scathing look at Seacrest. I looked around and saw other people–beautiful, talented people. There were cameras everywhere and lightings that almost blinded me. There were some old, white guys pacing to and fro frantically, shouting something that I could not comprehend. And then I realized I was one of the contestants in AMERICAN IDOL! Hahaha! (Slow…) Those old guys asked us to sing and dance…in the middle of the shooting, I received an SMS from my Mom informing me that she’s officially banished me from the Bazar-Cali family. I didn’t mind. Ryan Seacrest then pulled me to a corner and interviwed me. Then I went home and saw Mom and Dad watching what we had just shot at the overpass. My Dad was beaming at me when the interview part came. He told me he was so proud of me. My Mom joined in and said I could carry on with the Idol thing for as long as I don’t show my cleavage. Hahaha! What the f***?!
3.) I woke up and looked at the wall clock hanging across me. It was 730 AM and I realized that I was late for my 6AM class. I ran to the bathroom, took a shower (which I could barely call "shower" for I stood under the shower for a minute) and brushed my teeth. I hurriedly put on my white blouse and the ever famous green-and-gold plaid skirt (famous because you can see buses and jeepneys in Manila using curtains with the same design), put on my favorite black cardigan and ran to the door to leave. My Mom called me back to the breakfast table. I refused…and suddenly I was hurled into a 5-star hotel room, sitting on the king-size bed. I saw my classmates there–I then realized that we were having the class there. A certain professor of ours (in real life), Mr. Fulgar entered and we greeted him cheerily. Then he said that we were going to have a recitation. I grabbed Lynette’s notes (my friend and classmate in real life) from her and reviewed, though I didn’t really know what the subject was all about…I remember there was a "preplexis" word in that blurry, cheap, photocopied hand out–I couldn’t read it clearly coz the letters were fading. Then Mr. Fulgar called me in front and asked me a question. I suppose I answered correctly coz he showed me my grade and it was flat one. He then walked across the room and stood near the bedside table, where an old-fashioned phone (the kind which you have to rotate the numbers before you can make a call…don’t know what that crap is called, it’s way beyond my time, I guess) He picked the receiver and made a call. Minutes later, three prostitutes came in, clad in traditional Chinese dress. Mr. Fulgar reappeared wearing nothing but a white towel! I was sitting on the bed wodering what the hell was going on. Then I nudged Lynette and told her, "Hey, I recognize one of those prostis. She’s the girl we interviewed for our project under Doc Ped, remember? Her name is Cindy." (In real llife, we really did a documentary about prostitutes in our Analysis of Political Data under the late Doc Ped…we miss you, Sir). Then Lynette gave me a signal; it’s time to get out. Moments later, I found Lynette crying in indignation, her teeth gritting, her fists clenched as if she was all ready to engage in a fist fight. "What’s wrong?" Her voice muffled in her sobs, she told me that she was so pissed off with this tall-handsome-and-it-stops-there guy. I didn’t really know what that was all about but I had a strange, funny feeling that she was jealous of the guy. Hehehe.
I really don’t know what those stupid dreams mean…it’s realy weird. I don’t know if dreams are a sort of medium which God uses to communicate with us…or a by-product of our brain’s nocturnal activity, i.e. when we’re asleep. I could only wish that Professor Trelawney is real so she could interpret my them…
National Anthem
*This is the song I worked on last night. It got the approval of my lil sis
"LIVE IN YESTERDAY"
I
All of the things you told me they don’t mean a thing today
Coz now I know they’re all sugarcoated lies
All of the things I told you forget them and throw them all away
I never meant to say them, I realized
PRE-CHORUS 1:
So I’m throwing you out the window
And I’m praying for a brighter tomorrow
CHORUS:
I will walk away from here
I will wipe away my tears
I will never look back on to you
And to the memories
Don’t wanna live in yesterday
Coz yesterday’s the day you gave
Gave me so much pain and I
Don’t wanna live that way
II
If I could only turn back time I would and I’d erase
The part wherein you came to ruin my life
I’d burn you away coz you are just a big, big mistake
You blinded me with all your lies
PRE-CHORUS 2:
So I’m giving you the pain and sorrow
You’ll feel it when you know that I’m gone
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
You think I’d praise you in my songs
After all that you have done
And tell the world you’re my greatest love?
You’re nothing but a big mistake
You’re part of my dark yesterday
I’m so ashamed I loved you
So I’m walking away
PRE-CHORUS 3:
I’m praying for a brighter tomorrow
And be free from all this pain and sorrow
CHORUS 2:
I will walk away from here
I will wipe away my tears
I will never look back on to you
And to the memories
Don’t wanna live in yesterday
Coz yesterday’s the day you gave
Gave me so much pain and I
Don’t wanna live that way
I will walk away from here
I will wipe away my tears
I will never look back on to you
And to the memories
Don’t wanna love you in any way
Coz loving you is a big disgrace
I’m so ashamed of myself that I
Just wanna walk away
Don’t wanna live in yesterday…
**Wait for it to be played on the radio. I’m gonna release it as my first single.
SBC-LAT and The Misusing of Friendster
*I just finished the San Beda law school entrance exam with Tere and Pau. I must say it’s kinda hard. I left 5 items blank…ran out of time. There’s so little time to fully analyze each question so there. But I’m proud to say that I did well (I think even better than in the other types of tests) in math! Hahaha! Thanks to my math teacher back in high school, Mrs. Merciditas Felizco. I learned so much from her and I miss her a lot. She’s so fun!
I didn’t review anything in math, honestly speaking. But stock knowledge worked, I guess. Hahaha. I didn’t even sleep. I stayed up til 130 AM writing a song, then I let my sis listen to it. She said it’s AOK. As long as I get that approval from her, it means the song is really good…hahaha. She’s so blunt and doesn’t care if she’d hurt you with her words.
**I’m just a bit disappointed that the exam was sort of…like…college entrance exam. I mean I used this LSAT reviewer to practice logical reasoning…it’s entirely logical reasoning, logic games and reading comprehension. Not that I’m saying law school entrance exams here are a piece of cake or something…they should at least update it and do away with formal logic questions. Hehehe.
***I’m disappointed too about how some people "misuse" this whole friendster thing. They use it to snoop at other people’s lives…I mean the very purpose of this site is defeated. Personally, I signed up coz I wanted to be virtually close to my friends back in high school, my friends here and get to know some interesting people. I was a victim of such "misuse". There was this girl who would read all my blog entries and stuff…then she would spread rumors about me based on those…so I had to delete all my posts. Some people even use this to hurt others (guess I’m guilty of that…?). That’s why I decided to delete some people who "misused" this site, people who don’t deserve to be in "my friends" list. Yeah…I just thought…if you’re not friends with this person in real life, what’s the point of being connected to him or her through this site?
****Back to the Beda thing. If I don’t pass, then I guess…money talks! Hahaha! Kidding. Hello, where’s your honor, dignity, integrity, values, principles and pride, honey? It’s not good to be teleological all the time. Sometimes that kind of perspective in life is what destroys you.
Headlines for today…
*I went to school today for the last day of hearing of the case filed against this professor. Unfortuntately, the complainants (students) didn’t show up. I was really disappointed…they should’ve pushed through with that case coz I’ve heard a lot of negative comments about that professor but…I don’t know if they chickened out or what…but they could’ve made a difference if they just showed up. So we (the ad hoc committee) just closed the case and concluded that there’s no cause of action.
What’s more disappointing is the other two members of the committee are professors (the other one is actually a lawyer), but it took them 1 hour to type the documentation of the findings. I really wanted to go like, "Can I just tye that so we can get the hell out of here?" but I felt like I had to respect them. I didn’t want to be seen as a stuck-up show-off. But I actually enjoyed watching them being stupid…no, rather experiencing "culture lag" using the computer…hahaha. I really lost my patience with them when they were looking for the "ñ" letter in the Symbol option (MS Word). They couldn’t find it so I was like, "bloody hell just press ALT 164!" They couldn’t even do it so I did it myself and they were like, "OHHH!" They were so amazed they almost gave me a standing ovation for just pressing ALT 164. Ugh.
**Our department chair gave me this bouquet of white and fuschia roses. I asked him who gave them to me and he didn’t wanna tell me. Oh well, whoever gave it to me, thank you so much. I really appreciate your being thoughtful. You knew that I have nothing to eat anymore. Tonight, I’m gonna make some salad out of it for dinner. Yum!
***Tere, Pau, Shy and I went to San Beda to pass our requirements for the college of law entrance exam (except for Shy…she waited for like 45 minutes or so outside…hehehe…so now I owe her a basin of steak and a barrel of mashed potatoes…oh by the way I learned that potatoes actually…uhm, never mind.)
****My profile has been viewed 386 times last month…no, I’m not flattered or proud of it. I’m actually scared…do I have another psycho stalker again? Gives me the creeps…eew! My gulay!
*****Yeah, I still don’t know what to do with my life.
******I miss a lot of people.
