the perils of

Yesterday was Shiny Teeth and Me , a dental health seminar thing organized by my Super Thesis Group (AKA two thesis groups combined). The texts about the bomb threat didn't do much to alter our plans for that day, since our seminar was held in 15th Avenue School, somewhere near Gateway. Ehhh I'm too lazy to run through the details of what happened but here are a couple of pictures. Pancit malabon contributed a lot to my thesis (AKA it seems to really please the barangay workers) so I bought a bilao for the seminar.  Corn baby. Kindred spirit.  "What the hell is this stuff"  It's rare finding kids who aren't camera-shy.  She and the other boy (pictured above) were excitedly pointing at  some construction workers on cranes before I snapped this shot.  Straightening up after the event. The team.   For some reason, Anton wrote this on his hand and started showing it to people.  

"The third year of a relationship is the most challenging. A lot of people told me that. Didn't believe them. Turns out it's true." Last night I was talking to my friend about the end of (what I thought was) her great relationship with her boyfriend. Considering that the two of them were like gold together, their breakup was pretty worrying. Like my friend, I have always just dismissed the warnings surrounding Year Three as pure fiction, but their recent breakup in their third year freaked me out. There must be something about Year Three that causes even the strongest of relationships to falter. So what is it? What is it about Year Three that causes couples to break up? I didn't know, and the thought deeply troubled me. So of course I turned to Rap to voice out my concerns. And our conversation went something like this:       I'm worried.        Why?           Because they say the third year of a relationship is the hardest.       Why are you worr

Oh no. Looks like I'm beginning to fall short on my promise to update regularly. I am regressing into a state of blogging coma. But as much as I'd like to return to the regularity of my blogging back in first year, I guess that I've realized since then that there actually are far more important things on this earth than my blog. Like thesis. Or a social life. Or white chocolate macadamia cookies. Mmm. Anyway, I'll make this quick since it's 12 AM now and I have made an appointment with Rap to go jogging at 6. Ugh. Last Friday was ARSAfest (AKA Sinulog in Ateneo)! A much-needed break from all the work we had to do that week. And yes, that is water I'm holding. Leo vlogged about the party  here . Last Saturday after our Physio exams, Anton, Rap, and I drove to the Yuchengco Museum in Makati to pick up some photos from Jacob Maentz , a photographer dedicated to documenting the lives of indigenous peoples in the Philippines. He's a really nice p