I am not about to enter my whodunits and what haves regarding the bar just now. All I can say so far is that around 3pm during the last Sunday, the Greek and the Latin Fraternitas et Sororitas were already starting the Bacchanalia.

Yes, it was raining beer. Literally and quite frankly, I enjoyed showering in it rather than drinking it. I loved the sound of the banging pep squad drums. Arellano Law had a brownman revival concert and ati-atihan. Kanya-kanyang gimik kada eskwela. Apparently, according to hearsay, Ateneo Law spent 50 thousand bucks for the beer shower. Fireworks were everywhere.

Just three days into my state of doing nothing, I have been smiling more often, more jolly, and frankly, glowing somehow. Aaaah… the respite of home, with the comfort of my favorite sofa, my new dvd player, and my complete season of gray’s anatomy and Rome. I won’t be missing my legal life anytime soon. I am no longer craving for comfort food. I no longer smoke like the way I used to for the past six months, and yes, I ain’t missing so much of beer. Thank God for relieving me of stress.

I’ve already went to Baclaran to ask Domina for her mercy. Next up, St. Jude in Malacanang, then Sto. Domingo Church. Hopefully, I can travel all the way to Manaoag.

For the first time in my life, after two degrees, I am officially no longer a student. My life cycle is now anything goes for the next few months, or until the time when I am ejected, or when I get completely bored.

(Insert evil grin: Or perhaps M.A. or MBA is just around the corner… hahaha. NOT yet, not yet…)

Immediately, the Monday after the last Sunday of the bar, Warren called me up, he was inviting me for a despedida drinking session. I obliged, and it was my first taste of total inebriation in months, plus I have been rejecting most of their invites in the past due to my state of incommunicado. I got drunk on Pale Pilsen. And yeah, it didn’t taste different; it’s still beer, with less foam perhaps. One and a half cases of that, plus just Me, Sunny, Michael and Warren gorging ourselves until 5am, no wonder, the ratio of consumption is higher.

What will I miss most about the bar season? Well, materially speaking, it’s staying at the Manila Hotel every Saturday and live in the seclusion and comfort of our beds while waiting for the buffet dinner. Plus, there were a great number of people who took care of us (especially my kadz) who provided us with the necessities and notes.

For now, I will not let fear get a hold of me. Faith begins, when reason ends. I did my part, and I leave to Divine the rest of it.

Dominus, I am in complete surrender, I offer my life to you. For I have chartered the hell-fire seas and survived, permit me to enter Valhalla, the land of the Valiant and the Brave, together with my brethren, so that we may dine with thee, and fulfill our destinies. Dominus, show us your mercy, turn not a cheek away from us, but instead, smile upon us from the break of dawn, until the veiling of the night. Amen.

Domina nostra, ora pro nobis.
Sancte Michael Archangelis, ora pro nobis.

Que sera, sera.

of horror, fantasy, madness and dementia

i shall recount all my experiences in a succeeding B.O.P. as soon as I am idle, and not sulking in dvd's or inebriating myself.

however, i must share the emotions...

from the send-off I felt a sort of excitement at the same time, fear. The Send-Off is a very important part of a School Bar Operations. Only two events, to my best knowledge, that the PepSquad, a.k.a. Yellow Jackets perform, first, the UAAP, and second, The Bar Operations. Alas... I felt like a miniscule basketball player trying to make a point in 'Court'. (Pun intended)

In Manila Hotel, I feel superb anxiety. Which was momentarily replaced by hope, whence, out of the blue, Supreme Court Justice Antonio Nachura came to the smoking area. To law students, this is an omen of good Fortune, especially it was the night before the Bar. Picture to follow soon.

On the way to La Salle, I felt pride and fear (again.) Friends, past and present, acquiantances and strangers are all wishing us luck. It is as if we were American soldiers in the 1950's in a large ship in New York Harbor on the way to the Korean War.

In the afternoon, I felt numbness, tired and totally blanked out. It was too much to bear.

The day after, most of us did totally NOTHING related to, or incident to the Bar.

So this is how it feels....

Three more Sundays... and then it's time to move on with our lives... not knowing where to go, nor what to do with our lives in a state of Limbo. Half-Dead, Half-Alive most of the time.

For most of us, are gonna be officially, unemployed.

Good things I am entitled to perpetual support.

So much fear... so much anxiety.

De Profundus, clamo ad Te, Domine...