MANKELLAAAH
*EHEM*
Real name sounds Chilean. Has lots of aliases. Ate approximately 3 packs of Oreos and 1 whole canister of Planters Cheese curls in the back of the classroom during the course of Senior Year. Zobellian. Atenean. Has the same hairstyle as Jesus'. Jostein Gaarder fan club. Loved to stare at Sir Cortel's eyelashes during Philosophy class. Incessantly corrects English spelling and grammar (hers or others). Made Stick's shoe airborne during the Honors' Convocation, Junior Year. Has a flute named John and used to have a dog named Joaquin. Now has a dog named Santi. Found cuz's in Migo and Marco. Oldest crush is Pierce Brosnan?? Hahaha. PAX. Almost went to Africa for free. LSYC. Ateneo LEX? Hehehehe. Loathes college-level Filipino. Legal Management Major! Woohoo! You can do it!
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Saturday, June 24, 2006
to Livejournal like I should have done a long time ago. Blogdrive is too damn difficult.
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Friday, June 23, 2006
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I say those words with a sort of manic possessiveness. After four days of non-stop studying (yes, even after the first day, I was studying), buying (I am friggin BANKRUPT from all the books and the ridiculously thick 'readings') and not getting enough sleep, the Jesuits decided to be kind enough to grant us a holiday to commemmorate the faculty. Big thankful sigh from all of us, because it gives us the rest we need, but it also gives the profs a better excuse to roast us come Monday since we have supposedly more time to get into the books again. Last night, I finished with my Fil14 and started brushing up on my Law (AAGGHHH!! "An obligation is one's jurisdical necessity to give, to do or not to do", if I remember correctly...hit me on top of the head with a gavel if I'm wrong), then went through a little Western history and a teeny tiny bit of Accounting. Give me a break, man. Today's MY day and I'm not even going to look at a single book that has the text 'Ateneo de Manila University Press' printed at the bottom of it.
Soooo update on the story that is my life. My History teacher's an ass, though a fun and rather smart one, I should say (I must be really twisted just to say this because he scares the crap out of most people...one of my blockmates shifted out of the history course because of him hahaha). He is the epitome of an Atenean: Obnoxious, overly-confident, charismatic, and armed with a sword for a tongue that can have you gaping at him like a fish out of the water once he opens his mouth. He claims that once we're done with his course, we'll be strutting around like the obnoxious Ateneans we should be.
"I may not know everything, but I do know most things. And what I don't know, don't matter."
Yeah, he said that. He said we should all learn to say it to be fully Atenean. HAHAHAHA.
Fil14 is TORTURE. I never liked Fil, and Fil never liked me. EVER. Which is why I got a pathetic 'C+' for Fil11, my first experience with college-level Filipino. Fil14 is about to drive me up the wall. I mean, sure, I love my country and everything, and I'm not trying to be all hypocritical, but I have the HARDEST time reading and writing and speaking in Filipino more than I do with English. Lit 13 and Lit 14 I struggled to make up as much crapola as I could about the significance of the minutest details in plays and stories, and now I have to do it all over again, BUT in Filipino (!!!). RAR. WHY WHY WHY WHY. I don't like my prof in this subject. It's the first time I got a girl for a Fil prof (*laughs secretly to self at the thought of previous Fil profs who weren't actually completely guys*) and usually, I DON'T LIKE WOMEN PROFS. Ateneo has more guy teachers than girl ones, but every time I get a girl for a prof (which has happened, like, only twice during my entire stay in the school), I end up hating them. Haha. Most Ateneo women profs are masungit and require a lot of irrelevant stuff from the students. I'm not a big fan of that. I don't know, maybe I'm sexist in my own way? Hoho.
Psych is cool. I like psych. It rains points there, which relieves our frayed nerves after being constantly threatened with no points at all or negative points from all the other subjects. Psych I think is our only hope for staying sane this sem. We can sob like idiots to our prof and she'll actually know what to do (okay, this is ONE woman prof that I like...the first, actually, that I've warmed up to).
Speaking of women profs, I ran into a dragon-bitch one just yesterday. There I was, in the Gesu, being a good little Catholic and attending the Mass of the Holy Spirit while nodding and bowing to the long line of Jesuits at the altar, and this foolish woman jumped on me for not kneeling down during the consecration. "Excuse me, but you have to kneel during the consecration," she told me in a reprimanding tone. YEAH, I KNOW, I WENT TO A CATHOLIC SCHOOL AND THEY TEACH THAT. The reason why Stick and I didn't do it was because Camille's book was pinned down by the kneeler, right under the spot where Stick and I would be on. If we went ahead and just kneeled, the friggin book would have been damaged. I know my religion, woman. Don't try to jam it down my throat. The only thing I said to her was a half-hearted "Sorry" because, what the hell, I didn't know her and I didn't want to pick a fight with a prof in the Gesu. That's suicide. My ninong and great-uncle (who are both Jesuits and who were also in front with all the other priests) would disown me.
Moving on...
Law 21 is actually...fun? I don't know just quite, really. I mean, we've only had one meeting. The prof is funny because he laughs secretly to himself, like he has some diabolical scheme to fail us all anyway at the end of the sem no matter how hard we try. Hahaha. Seriously, he laughs ever few seconds. I don't know if he'll keep doing that when we get to the real lesson though. He makes us all stand up whenever we have to say something, anything ("Test 1...2...3..." "Anything but...that" HAHAHAHA), like real law students. The night class is a refreshing change because the SOM building is great to look at at night. It's so...professional-looking, with the glass and the lights and all. Haha. But it's cooler at night, and since Law doesn't exactly do anything to relax you, the weather will probably turn against us some day and make us all sick with anxiety for any sort of recitation or anything.
The stress of having to do so many things and not knowing what to do first is maddening, but by some twisted way, I'm having fun. In fact, I love it. I love learning about how the mind works, and the difference between Natural Law and Moral Law, how Philippine Literature evolved, why guys are so into cars and things that remind them of their nether regions (it all dates back to the early societies haha), the real scientific method, FIFO and LIFO and all that jazz. It's fun since I'm genuinely interested in all the subjects. It's just hard because I get too excited about all the stuff I get to know. The Lib's full every day now; Every one's STUDYING. Hahaha. Good little kiddies. And there are so many freshmen! I was swamped when I walked towards CTC: They literally BLOCKED the CTC walkway. Hahaha. Welcome to the Ateneo, minions! Good luck!
Okay, I better wrap this up if I want to do more 'Me' stuff or, in a couple of hours, I might find myself picking up a school book (*GASP*). No way (*sings* "Will I lose my dignityyyy..."). Good God, RENT songs are starting to become my life's soundtrack (I found myself being all Mimi-like while in the midst of studyng Accounting the other day, going all "I want to goooo...OUUUUUT TONIIIGGHT! I'll let you make meeee!!" Hahaha). I just might be on the threshold of going crazy ("Feel like going insane, got a fire in your brain and you're thinking of drinking gasoline?" "As a matter of fact..." HAHAHA! I'm going nuts!). I associate everything with Rent. I just read the word 'rent' and "RENT RENT RENT RENT RENT! We're not gonna pay rent!" floods my ears.
Okay, I'll stop now.
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Wednesday, June 21, 2006
...stressed, slightly bored (though I'm not supposed to be because I have a class in roughly an hour and I have to review), sleepy and disoriented. It's the third day of my second year in college, and there has been no gradual shift into the sophomore mold. To be more apt, I'd say we were practically jammed into it, kicking and screaming in protest in the process.
ALL my teachers are...let's just say not easy to deal with (well, I don't know about the Law 21 prof, but I will soon enough *remembers 6-9 class that's to be attended later*). Pardon the French, but I am scared shitless of what can happen to me this sem. There will be NO exemptions for the final exams for ANY subject (the ones that ARE giving out are hinting that it's impossible to get one, so I won't bother), I have a self-confessed arrogant asshole for a History prof (though he's the only one I like because he's fun) who has no qualms in insulting anyone or cursing out loud (yeah, my ears are bleeding from hearing the 'F' word one too many times), Accounting is hell (we have mutual hate), everything involves bloody reading and memorizing, oh and, let's not forget, I have to go home to the South at 4:30 every day. So that's an hour or so of travel time wasted, not to mention the fatigue and hunger that comes with it. Tres tres mal.
I keep wondering how the hell people say that the first sem of second year is the easiest. Maybe I'm an exception. In that case, I'm screwed. Big time.
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006
All We Have Left Are Memories 2
The picture warning carries over to this post, too. =D
THREE: 'TWENNY' TURNS EIGHTEEN
It was our last debut to attend as a class, and, like our first one, it was in Saisaki/Kamayan in Town. Yeessssss. We started at a buffet and ended at a buffet. No wonder we all have such big appetites. =)
It was supposed to be a surprise party for Madi, aka Twenny, but I doubt that it stayed that way for long during the planning process. Madi, even with all her ditzy and blonde moments taken into account, is actually quite sharp and I don't think that this little secret went past her. How can you keep a thing as big as it a secret anyway? I saw the giant tarpaulin with Madi's Warhol-inspired mural on it even before I got to the Kamayan area. And the cake...man it was huge. You could've seen it from the hardware store right across Dads. Hahaha.
Migo and I were the emcees. Margarita Diana Susmerano Belen is the most unruly debutante ever. Hahahaha. It took a while to get her to sit down so we could actually start the program (Would you believe my Lolo was invited to the debut? TUrns out, Madi's Dad used to be his assistant. When I asked him about knowing Madi's Dad, he replied with an "AYYY MAY DEBUT NGA PALA! NAKALIMUTAN KO!". Haha. GOod thing because I wouldn't have been able to do my job properly with him around).
It was a great night. Perfect ending. With the free booze, the laughter, the buffet and the familiar faces, what more could you want? =) I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
The Lady In Red: Margarita Diana Susmerano Belen.
Never a still picture.
SATC minus Karyl AND Mae.
Going for the sultry look, eh, Stick? Hahaha. =D
Senior Seeeeee, I've missed youuuu!
The vanity of these people. Tsk tsk. Lay on the cameras, why don't you? Hahaha.
Three of my favorite boys: my Cuz, my Bane and my 'Paul'.
  
With them, respectively. Claudio came and I have proof! Hahaha!
"Sino sa inyo nanliligaw sa anak ko?"
"Si Claudio po."
BWAHAHAHA, nice one, Migo.
YAY, WE'RE ALL LEGAL!
Lay on the booze!
The bad waiter kept coming back with bottle after bottle of tequila. Haha
Getting drunk...
Almost there...
Madi wins! She was the first to stand on a chair and dance in a drunken stupor!
Hahahaha!
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Monday, June 12, 2006
All We Have Left Are Memories
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
I pity you. You must have had a sucky time in Zobel, but bashing it like you did wasn't fair at all. Good luck dealing with people who now loathe your existence.
Again, I pity you.
The comments on his blog made me laugh, though. Such as these two, which were written as consecutive posts:
hellboy said: stop it, he's just a kid.
satan said: hellboy, anak, umuwi ka na...gabi na...
WTH? HAHAHAHA. THat's just plain nonsense.
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Misadventures, Woes and Other Such Concerns
Okay, this is gonna (oops, I just had Mrs. Reyes' voice going "I don't want any 'betcha's, 'gonna's and 'wanna's!" in my head...sorry, Miss! She must be somewhere right now biting her tongue because I'm talking about her...haha) be a long one because I've been pretty busy the past couple of days. So...brace yourself.
ONE: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE HUNGRY
June 6 was the day that we were supposed to trek back to good old Katipunan to claim our summer grades (if ever) and our registration forms to get us all prepped up for the next day's enrollment. Magel, one of my old Zobel friends, asked me how I was going to get to the big blue, and I told her that I was going with my Dad. She told me that her parents had allowed her to bring the car to Ateneo (for the first time!) from Alabang and wasn't going to be allowed is she didn't have a companion with her. Naturally the horns on my head grew an inch and I rushed to my Dad, telling him that I was going to ride with Magel to Ateneo instead. My Dad didn't know she was going to drive since I didn't tell him (he didn't ask either, so I suppose he didn't care haha) so he allowed me. I had my Mom bring me to Mt. McDo (McDonald's Alabang Town) early the next morning. She thought Magel's Dad was going to drive.
Okay, so I lied to them. They weren't going to allow me if I hadn't, and I was dying for an adventure. My bad. But I don't regret it. Allow me to be irresponsible for once. I haven't really stretched my teenager limits and I'm almost through with being one. Lousy reason, but...haha.
Anyway, I waited in Mt. McDo for a while and then Magel came along: a little girl in a big-ass Trooper. My heart started having palpitations around that time because I haven't really been in a car driven by Magel so I had no idea how she drove, but I got in anyway. Scenes from crappy American Exposed! (How Teenagers Drive) shows flashed through my mind as I sat down and Magel and I both giggled nervously. Oh, we were very scared, I'm sure. Alabang to Ateneo isn't Easy Street. I think we did the sign of the cross several times before we even moved.
We weren't even out of the ATC area yet and I already took her picture. Haha.
People on the SLEX were being asses, as usual. It wasn't a bad ride. Magel's a better driver than I am since I tend to forget when I'm driving that it's a real-life situation and step on the gas really hard. We were talking and laughing the whole time. Once we got to Ateneo, we had to stop at the gate since the car had no sticker.
MAGEL: Boss, saan pwede mag-park kung walang sticker?
GUARD: Wala kayong sticker? Diyan, pwede mag-park, sa may CTC...o diyan sa may gym...o kaya dun...*points all the way to Xavier Hall*
MAGEL/ME: *gets the drift* Okay, okay, thank you.
In short, we could park anywhere. Haha. It's very easy apparently to get into Ateneo at this time of the year.
We had a hard time parking since Magel was undecided about all the parking spaces and kept changing. When we'd finally settled in the CTC parking area, we went to the CovCourts to get our regforms.
Getting the regforms took like 2 minutes. Oh my God. We didn't even need to get advisements since we were only incoming sophomores. The TRIP to Ateneo took longer than the execution of our purpose in going. It was only 8 in the morning and we were finished. We could go home. Watdahell.
We're ALIVE! Haha! Joke, Magel. You're a good driver. =)
This was when we were killing time in the caf.
Since it was too ridiculously early to go back to Alabang (and since we just arrived, anyway), we met up with other Zobel friends and hung out a bit in the caf. We then decided to meet up back in BF for lunch at Sexpress (Sinangag Express, people, don't get any dirty ideas). About 9, we left Ateneo to go back to the South (still making various signs of the cross haha) and guess what? By 10 AM, we were parked in front of a still-closed Alabang Town Center, wondering what we could do until our companions got to Sexpress (they were going to leave Ateneo later than we had).
Back in sweet home Alabanga. Bored out of our minds in the parking lot.
MAGEL: So, what do we do?
ME: I dunno...wanna go to Sexpress na? I'm hungry...
MAGEL: I'm hungry also...pero wala pa sina Anj sa Sexpress. And it's too early for lunch.
*SILENCE*
MAGEL: *smiles* Wanna go to Makati Supermarket?
ME: *smles also*Seryoso ka?
MAGEL: Oo.
ME: Okay!
MAGEL: Okay!
Such losers, I swear. Hahaha. We only ended up staying in Makati Supermarket for about ten minutes when we got a text from Anj saying they were in Sexpress already. When we got to Sexpress in BF, Anj and Gela couldn't stay anymore so Magel and I went on a lunch date. We were so hungry we didn't care. Breakfast food for lunchtime = good. Sexpress = GOOOOD.
It's quite mind-boggling realizing that you were in one place that's far away from your house one minute and, not an hour later, you're back in your territory. Strange feeling.
Anyway, Magel, thanks for the ride, adventure and the lunch date! We must go out again sometime. Haha. And this time I'm going to tell my parents the truth. =D They know now, by the way, but it's not as if they can do anything about it. Hehe.
TWO: BE MY NIGHT OWL?
My schedule sucks! Enrollment sucked as well. It wasn't as efficient as before for some reason, but maybe it was just me. I have Western History ALL WEEK instead of just MWF or T-Th because our section's on Fast-Track, meaning we'll be done with History by August instead of the normal October. I also end at 4:30 every day (instead of Wednesday...I'll gripe about that in a bit), killing my chances of a free ride home with my Lolo, since he goes home from work at that time. I'll have to wait for my Dad who goes home at 8:00! RARRRRRRRR. And it does get worse:
MY LAW21 CLASS IS ON WEDNESDAY, 6-9 PM.
Oh God, why must you be so subtle if you want to kill me already? Why not just send a lighting ball down to fry my already frizzy hair? At the rate I'll be going, I'd probably get home around 11-12 in the evening, then wake up the following morning at 4 to beat traffic in Sucat and make it to school in time for PE101.
I'm hating school already and it hasn't even started yet. Ateneo, this better be worth it.
And can anyone explain to me just what the hell Sci10 (Science and Society) is? Is it Sociology? What? What? I got Marquez. Apparently he's a terror. Oh joy. Let's all hear it for a frabjous first sem.
THREE: THAT THING YOU DO
Migo dropped by my house last Tuesday. What for? To watch my Rent DVD. Hahaha. He was going to catch Stick in Town after to watch Failure to Launch at 3 and decided to catch me in my crib before it, after I suggested to him the idea of him coming here to view the deleted scenes and the alternate ending of our favorite musical. Yes, Rent has an alternative ending. Shall I spoil it for you? =)
I can't believe Migo's leaving for Singapore so soon. ='(
I don't know if I'm ever going to dedicate an entire entry to him, because it'll just be too sad and depressing for the both of us (and probably amusing, since I'd recount all the Migo-isms I've survived throughout our highschool years), but I will write about him. He was the first person who was friendly to me the minute I stepped inside the hallowed four corners of the Honor Section way back in Freshman year. He even gave me a reco letter, saying, "I haven't really met you yet but I'd just like to say, welcome to our class! I hope to get to know you more! =)" He was my Austin during second year, when we started the trend in 'doing it' behind the teacher's table (and I suppress my laughter as I remember that fateful day). He was my 'cuz' come third year, when we'd rant endlessly about Philo and how we were never going to apply it in real life anyway (and oh, how wrong we were). He was my Mickey during fourth year, when graduation blues kicked in and we donned costumes to celebrate our last night mingling together as a batch. Other people have known him longer, but I feel as though I've known him forever.
So here's to secrets, laughs, memories and that funny little bond called friendship.
Here's to you, cuz. =)
"You always said you were lucky that we were all friends, but it was us, baby, who were the lucky ones."
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Monday, June 05, 2006
It rained a while ago, and it wasn't just gentle rain either. I was in my room, quietly typing away, when all of a sudden the sky grew dark and in less than a minute, big-ass cracks of lightning and thunderclaps split through the air, making me jump nearly a foot out of fright.
Ah, the good old rainy season is back.
I was enjoying the rain, like I usually do, and it had been going on for about ten minutes when I heard a whine coming from outside. I listened closely and confirmed that it was a whine, realizing that my dog was outside, in the rain, crying. I quickly got off of my bed, rushed outside and called his name. Santi came to me, all waterlogged and looking downtrodden, as if he felt so sorry for himself that we'd abandoned him. I was so guilty about it that I got his towel (yes, he has his own towel) and wiped him dry in the dirty kitchen. I can just kick myself for forgetting he was outside. Dogs are particularly sensitive to loud noises, so thunder and lightning aren't excused from the list. Awww poor baby. I'm a dog person, you can see. I couldn't care less about cats being left alone in the rain, but if it happened to dogs (especially my dog), it would make me rush to their rescue, even if rainwater in the Philippines is now probably 40% acidic and would give me some sort of skin disease.
Santi is now dry and happily traipsing along the house in search for stuff to chew. And the rain's stopped.
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I watched Goal! yesterday on DVD since my Dad bought a copy. David Beckham was in it! Wheeeeee! That guy is just a living, breathing Michaelangelo's David. They even share the same name! The film's fantastic, but I guess I'm biased because of my fangirl attitude. Soccer + guys = very lovestruck monkey. I love guys who're good in soccer, swimming or tennis. It's just so...rugged. Haha!
Speaking of DVDs, I also got a hold of my Lolo's copy of 'The Paper Chase', which tells the story of a freshman Harvard Law student and his struggles with the monster that is the study of law. It scared me sh*tless, so to speak.
"Mr. Hart, here is a dime. Call your mother and tell her that there are serious doubts about you becoming a lawyer one day."
"You're a son of a bitch, Kingsley!"
"That, Mr. Hart, is the most intelligent thing you've said all day."
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Saturday, June 03, 2006
With school fast approaching, I'm scrambling to gather my school supplies again, which isn't easy since everyone knows just how much of an organized mess my room is. My ID's half-hidden in a mound of computer-related notes, my pens are all over the place, my schoolbags have been flung to the far ends of my closet and any decent notebooks I still have lying around are just that: lying around (with doodles and assorted notes scribbled on them with my trusty black Leone pen). I have to organize the stuff I have to 'sell back' to the school (thank you, DSWS for making this money-making scheme possible), hunt for my arnis uniform (again, to sell back), peruse through my wallet for any loose change so that I have extra money when that first oh-so-waited-for-sweet-allowance rolls in, and the usual what-the-hell-is-my-random-number/where-the-hell-is-my-regform drama I go through before every enrollment.
Can I just say I despise enrollment?
Ateneo has a relatively efficient enrollment procedure, thanks to a number of things. You can get done in a matter of minutes and be free to cavort through Gateway/Glorietta to gorge on Dairy Queens, laughing at the memory of bug-eyed freshmen you saw while on campus and talking about the hell and heaven they'll go through during their first year. Oh no, I have no qualms about the enrollment procedure. It's the procedure before enrolling that just bites: the getting of advisement slips.
Oh Lord almighty, there isn't an experience quite like getting your advisement slip, especially if you're me and think, "Oh, there are too many people getting theirs now, so I'll just get mine later", completely oblivious to the number of students studying in Ateneo and how, according to psychology, quite a number of them will also be actually thinking of the same thing. My Dad actually confided with me one time about the time when he got his advisement slips and you actually had to have a one-on-one talk with the chairman of the course in order to do so. I can't imagine doing that with Michael Tan or Rudy Ang. I'd probably have a coronary, especially with the latter.
Yeah, so, I hate getting my advisement slips. But I love getting ready for school though. I just have to figure out what the SOM dress code again is, so I can comply with it. Does this mean goodbye slippers? Maybe not, since I see upperclassmen having classes in SOM still wearing their trusty Havis. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Open question to any incoming soph in ADMU: do we get regforms on June 6? A DAY before the enrollment? Please don't say yes, please don't say yes...
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'The Kid' is showing on Disney. I absolutely LOVE this movie. It made me cry the first time I watched it. It's probably one of the two good Bruce Willis movies I know. The other one is 'The Story of Us'. Yeah, that made me cry, too. I'm such a girl.
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(I know, you're probably sick of me blogging about this musical/movie, but gosh I'm just plain obssessed with it, so skip this if you'd rather not hear any Rent-related mania)
I watched 'Rent' for the bazillionth time, and I discovered that Adam Pascal actually makes a mistake in 'Glory'. That just cracked me up because, in the documentary on the second disc, where it tells the story of Rent, they say that Adam's choreography was designed so that he could read the lyrics of the songs from idiot boards scattered across the stage, and it took him MONTHS to learn his lines. So, the mistake in 'Glory' didn't really surprise me, but yeah, it cracked me up. Apparently, when he performs it live on stage, he has to write down the lyrics since he's already forgotten it. That is so freakin cute, although it is unprofessional and I have no idea why the director of the play put up with it. Probably because he's hot and sexy and has the most to-die-for vibratto? Yes, that's probably it.
"One song glory, one song before I go. Glory. One song DO leave behind..."
Because he sang it that way, I sang it that way too, for about fifty times until I realized that the lyrics actually say 'TO', instead of 'DO'. Small mistake, but...still. Hahaha. When Chiara first heard that song, she asked "Who's Glory?" and then proceeded to sing it "One song Iya/Bojo (Kuya)/Siah (Josiah)..." I found it cute.
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