Ang bilis naman ng panahon, I thought as I write this post. Dati sinasabi ko October na, birthday na ni Jackie. Ngayon, almost November na, marami na namang gagawin at mangyayari. A lot has definitely happened and, although it isn't still time for another fourteen-week reassessment like last time, I can't help but be amazed. Sa dinami-dami ba naman ng ginagawa namin, malayo na pala ang narating namin.
I arrived at school at around 07.30, waiting for the International Studies make-u class Sir Marasigan had set for the two classes that he missed. (Oh, and I entered the school in pretty high spirits today. Hyperactive, even.) We watched around two films (actually three, but two films were shown halfway since we either had to leave or it wouldn't just play) on the events before World War 2, and luckily for us who bothered to come, we were rewarded with an extra ten points. I think all I did (with Malia and Lau) was laugh at how things went - how the Japanese honored their emperor, or at least the way the old newsreel clips showed it, for example. Simply said, those kind of things.
Also, Kaymee came in with her ROTC uniform on - I think she skipped part of the class (or did she?) just to show up for the class. Lucky her, she still got that ten points that was secretly offered as an incentive. (Speaking of which, I also saw John in his uniform on my way to CWTS class. What's with the uniforms anyway?) In the end, at least on my mind, it seemed that after all of the "motivation" - one of the films actually outlined the doings of Hitler, Mussolini and "military-hostaged" Hirohito in a propaganda-like way, explaining to viewers, presumably soldiers, why they're fighting the war - Kaymee would get in front, all prepped-up, and give us orders. In the end she rushed back to where she came from to check attendance. I don't know, it's just funny when you think of it.
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10/29/2005
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10/28/2005
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Obviously I had the worst day today. For the first time, I had to cut a class. As much as I have shunned doing such things, the freaking bus had me waiting for thirty minutes, and then the roads didn't cooperate. 11.40 banged and I was just leaving Las Piñas. I arrived at around 12.10 and, upon realizing that I am technically absent (even if Sir Marasigan doesn't check attendance) according to the school rules, I didn't show up. When the class ended, I cannot help but, for fifteen seconds, cry in front of Ariane and Clarence at the corridor. As much as they tried their hardest to comfort me, I can't help but think that - my selfishness coming in - my supposed reputation as that perfect student is tarnished. I curse that bus company to hell. I wouldn't ride that bus line ever again.
Second blow: I failed the Algebra quiz. I got 54%. I refuse to be part of that statistic. I deny all of this. This didn't happen. I know, I wasn't the unlucky one with only 8%, and Miss Hernandez even consoled every one of us (in some way) by saying that the lessons did get harder and test scores usually go down, but counter to that, some more people did get perfect scores (thanks to the "promos" she's been giving away). As usual, deep inside, I wanted to get my childish instincts out and - believe it or not - hit each and everyone of you. Seriously, I've got really violent tendencies. Some more consolations later, I am still not happy. My day has been variably ruined.
No, invariably ruined. Totally ruined.
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Second blow: I failed the Algebra quiz. I got 54%. I refuse to be part of that statistic. I deny all of this. This didn't happen. I know, I wasn't the unlucky one with only 8%, and Miss Hernandez even consoled every one of us (in some way) by saying that the lessons did get harder and test scores usually go down, but counter to that, some more people did get perfect scores (thanks to the "promos" she's been giving away). As usual, deep inside, I wanted to get my childish instincts out and - believe it or not - hit each and everyone of you. Seriously, I've got really violent tendencies. Some more consolations later, I am still not happy. My day has been variably ruined.
No, invariably ruined. Totally ruined.
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10/26/2005
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"Mauna ka na nga!" Jackie told me as we went back from the third pre-confirmation seminar. "Pareho tayong naka-yellow eh!"
I wanted to see today who else will wear yellow today, so I wore yellow and went around to observe. I was supposed to wear yellow last Monday, since Miss Hernandez recommended that we do so that our brains get stimulated and, consequently, we perform better in the Algebra quiz. Aside from me, only Jackie and Jill did. (last Monday, only two remembered to wear yellow.) And, somehow, it did work - despite the little hoopla in International Studies class (which I didn't like since I felt the class was unjustly generalized as lazy students), my brain did get stimulated.
Before that, I went to Jackie and asked if we could go together to the aforementioned seminar, but I ended up going there myself, like the usual. I did something else, and they did. We finally met up in the room, seated beside each other, as usual (with Ale, it looked like we were still froshies in the shell - no offense meant there). Miss Krainz (who I think is our supposed teacher for Revelation class last term) is a really good speaker; she motivates without intimidating. That time I also realized how heavy my wallet was, when Ale asked for change for five hundred bucks. I realized I should keep some of my money home.
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I wanted to see today who else will wear yellow today, so I wore yellow and went around to observe. I was supposed to wear yellow last Monday, since Miss Hernandez recommended that we do so that our brains get stimulated and, consequently, we perform better in the Algebra quiz. Aside from me, only Jackie and Jill did. (last Monday, only two remembered to wear yellow.) And, somehow, it did work - despite the little hoopla in International Studies class (which I didn't like since I felt the class was unjustly generalized as lazy students), my brain did get stimulated.
Before that, I went to Jackie and asked if we could go together to the aforementioned seminar, but I ended up going there myself, like the usual. I did something else, and they did. We finally met up in the room, seated beside each other, as usual (with Ale, it looked like we were still froshies in the shell - no offense meant there). Miss Krainz (who I think is our supposed teacher for Revelation class last term) is a really good speaker; she motivates without intimidating. That time I also realized how heavy my wallet was, when Ale asked for change for five hundred bucks. I realized I should keep some of my money home.
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10/25/2005
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The white sludge we came out with from lab class was, in a way, gross. Imagine holding one big chunk of diluted glue bound together by sodium borate. My hands, and that of almost everyone else, smelled like, well, glue. It was fun, though, obviously, especially when the twenty-plus people in J510 put everything together into one huge ball and played with it. It ended up looking like a big chunk of tofu when molded as a square. It is, however, obviously slimier.
Tuesdays aren't usually interesting days. There's this early wake-up, then there's this long break after lab class since we end up finishing really early. At the same time, Cybernook takes its break, so I end up with literally, nothing to do. Today, however, it was a bit interesting, only because of the little jokes I decided to pass around. So, if you're uninitiated, you might hit me in the back when I say Clarence is my, uhh, girlfriend.
Well, since my Friendster profile now has our close-up pic from two weeks ago as the primary photo, we kind of took that thing over. But, we're joking, obviously. I don't know, however, why I get so defensive so suddenly.
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Tuesdays aren't usually interesting days. There's this early wake-up, then there's this long break after lab class since we end up finishing really early. At the same time, Cybernook takes its break, so I end up with literally, nothing to do. Today, however, it was a bit interesting, only because of the little jokes I decided to pass around. So, if you're uninitiated, you might hit me in the back when I say Clarence is my, uhh, girlfriend.
Well, since my Friendster profile now has our close-up pic from two weeks ago as the primary photo, we kind of took that thing over. But, we're joking, obviously. I don't know, however, why I get so defensive so suddenly.
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10/22/2005
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I was in the brink of another meltdown again. I still don't understand what's with that particular thing that makes me tick. Somehow when it happens my negativity goes up to unprecedented highs and it takes me the longest time to forget about it.
It's another CWTS session, and the only thing that makes it different is that we have a substitute tacher for today. Although I couldn't remember her name (I didn't bother because she is handling us for this week only, anyway), I have to say it was a bit interesting, especially when you think she was almost portrayed as that strict teacher. Well, with attendance, anyway, but still, I was somehow praying that the roads cooperate with me. And they did.
I arrived at around noon, but didn't enter the campus until around thirty minutes later, when I spotted Malia outside smoking. (This is not to put her in a bad light, however; she's attempting to quit, and that's a good thing.) Then Ariane came, with the outfit (here I go again talking about outfits) she wore earlier when she was hosting some quiz bee at the William Shaw Little Theater. We went together to the room, and there I was again, contemplative but silent.
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It's another CWTS session, and the only thing that makes it different is that we have a substitute tacher for today. Although I couldn't remember her name (I didn't bother because she is handling us for this week only, anyway), I have to say it was a bit interesting, especially when you think she was almost portrayed as that strict teacher. Well, with attendance, anyway, but still, I was somehow praying that the roads cooperate with me. And they did.
I arrived at around noon, but didn't enter the campus until around thirty minutes later, when I spotted Malia outside smoking. (This is not to put her in a bad light, however; she's attempting to quit, and that's a good thing.) Then Ariane came, with the outfit (here I go again talking about outfits) she wore earlier when she was hosting some quiz bee at the William Shaw Little Theater. We went together to the room, and there I was again, contemplative but silent.
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10/21/2005
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Let me try to squeeze in three days' worth of thoughts, stories and nonsense in a post. How many paragraphs will this post consist? Let's begin.
Thought bubble one: I haven't got much sleep this week. Will I ever get used?
Admittedly, last Thursday, I didn't want to wake up and even planned to skip one of the scrapbook fix-up sessions we have set at the conservatory. This week I've never arrived in school by 10.30; instead, I arrive two hours earlier. Monday, I had two hours of sleep, and after arriving from Caresse's surprise party I had around eight hours, but didn't feel it was enough. In the enxt few days it swung at around six, and each and every day I dragged on, considering the lack of oxygen in our closed classrooms (that I learned from Professor Punzalan) made everyone yawm since we're losing part of our life. (Biologically, that's a fact.) Now's only the first time as well that I got to ride a bus early in the afternoon; in the past four days I've been going home as late as 21.00 (from the surprise party).
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Thought bubble one: I haven't got much sleep this week. Will I ever get used?
Admittedly, last Thursday, I didn't want to wake up and even planned to skip one of the scrapbook fix-up sessions we have set at the conservatory. This week I've never arrived in school by 10.30; instead, I arrive two hours earlier. Monday, I had two hours of sleep, and after arriving from Caresse's surprise party I had around eight hours, but didn't feel it was enough. In the enxt few days it swung at around six, and each and every day I dragged on, considering the lack of oxygen in our closed classrooms (that I learned from Professor Punzalan) made everyone yawm since we're losing part of our life. (Biologically, that's a fact.) Now's only the first time as well that I got to ride a bus early in the afternoon; in the past four days I've been going home as late as 21.00 (from the surprise party).
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10/19/2005
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I just came home from school last Monday when I realized my cellphone was vibrating in a weird way. If it's three in rapid succession, obviously, there's a phone call, but I didn't know who it is from. Presuming it was from a classmate running out of credit, I answered the call. It was, well, somebody else. Somebody I didn't know.
The first question came in. "Are you a blockmate of Caresse?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered. I wondered, this should be about her birthday, but why me? Earlier we've been greeting her endlessly, putting the fact that she was still seventeen then (well, the last few hours of it).
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The first question came in. "Are you a blockmate of Caresse?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered. I wondered, this should be about her birthday, but why me? Earlier we've been greeting her endlessly, putting the fact that she was still seventeen then (well, the last few hours of it).
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10/16/2005
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Well, nothing really, so this is useless by all means.
I just want to ask why the television stations try their hardest to make rock stars out of celebrities who don't do really good at the stage. I watched Parokya ni Edgar on SOP and, horrors of horrors, Gabby Eigenmann is there singing as well. I told myself, cover your ears, this is going to be long. Well, I switched to ASAP 05 and saw the Itchyworms with Jericho Rosales! (I mean, Piolo Pascual is okay, since he sings well, but it's awkward in the rock setting. But Jericho? Help me, please.)
If they can't make it, don't do it. Besides, the bands are talented enough to need more accompaniment.
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I just want to ask why the television stations try their hardest to make rock stars out of celebrities who don't do really good at the stage. I watched Parokya ni Edgar on SOP and, horrors of horrors, Gabby Eigenmann is there singing as well. I told myself, cover your ears, this is going to be long. Well, I switched to ASAP 05 and saw the Itchyworms with Jericho Rosales! (I mean, Piolo Pascual is okay, since he sings well, but it's awkward in the rock setting. But Jericho? Help me, please.)
If they can't make it, don't do it. Besides, the bands are talented enough to need more accompaniment.
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10/16/2005
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I've been through heaven, then to hell, and back in one week. Guess it was one hell of a ride.
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10/14/2005
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Yesterday, after I launched the statement that made me (I think) another block hate figure like Jom, I decided not to update this blog for a while. But, right now, I decided to do just that, since I realized there's a lot more things to talk about rather than I sulk in the thought that everyone's been, to paraphrase Les, undone. Although, I warn you, that it's going to hurt a lot more since I decided to not hold back and simply lash out, if you're reading this - and that's amazing, for I thought when I said this thing is full of lies I lost every reader I had - welcome back, and I promise I'll try my best not to.
I didn't think what I did yesterday was a stupid mistake, although I was surprised I did say yes. I just, well, got fed up with my placement in the block. Everyone's been thanking me during the past weeks, yes, but somehow I couldn't refuse. When you feel you're being taken advantage of, you don't just say it, right? That's my point. Somehow, my problem with words got in the way.
So, again, I've made enemies from at least, I think, one-thirds of the block. The "love notes" I received as Saliksik ended, otherwise, proved puzzling and even misleading. Suddenly I don't know how they feel.
I didn't think what I did yesterday was a stupid mistake, although I was surprised I did say yes. I just, well, got fed up with my placement in the block. Everyone's been thanking me during the past weeks, yes, but somehow I couldn't refuse. When you feel you're being taken advantage of, you don't just say it, right? That's my point. Somehow, my problem with words got in the way.
So, again, I've made enemies from at least, I think, one-thirds of the block. The "love notes" I received as Saliksik ended, otherwise, proved puzzling and even misleading. Suddenly I don't know how they feel.
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10/13/2005
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There, I said it. I was lying all throughout. But if I tell you that it was all impulse - me saying that - you would probably hit me in the back, right?
Yeah, that was all impulse. But that isn't entirely the point.
So I still wasn't comfortable with everyone. Maybe it's just now that I really kept the fact that I was hurting again, feeling all left out and banged out; I tried to not show it to you to make me feel better, but turns out it didn't. I got more insecure one bit at a time - and, although it was all wrong, I got, well, plastic.
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Yeah, that was all impulse. But that isn't entirely the point.
So I still wasn't comfortable with everyone. Maybe it's just now that I really kept the fact that I was hurting again, feeling all left out and banged out; I tried to not show it to you to make me feel better, but turns out it didn't. I got more insecure one bit at a time - and, although it was all wrong, I got, well, plastic.
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10/11/2005
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My LEAP session is finished - from the many seminars, from knife-fighting to fortune-telling to shirt-designing to street-dancing to pageant-winning (seriously), I went to the TeamComm-organized ETC seminar with Les, Tracy, Joy and Mary. I won some freebies after prematurely answering a question given to another one. (Bad me. We both ended up winning, however.) After that, I went rushing around the campus photocopying some more things. Man, I'm tired of photocopying without early payments. We do have to get organized.
One funny thing about today (aside from the photo with Sam Oh, obviously) is, well, Jason Lopez. He is (probably) extremely hyperactive because he is (really) in love with Jackie (or so I think). He's doing, well, weird stuff, something that's characteristic of a really young me some seven years ago. (Don't remind me.) Somehow I was silently reminded of myself way back when, and thanks to him I'll try not to do that. Ever.
In fact, he's the one who tagged as F4 on my shoutout box, to try to counter something from my long-lost classmate and friend from elementary school, Faith. (Yes, I call her little sister and she calls me big brother. Thinking about it, it sounds spooky.) Like, whatever, Jason.
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One funny thing about today (aside from the photo with Sam Oh, obviously) is, well, Jason Lopez. He is (probably) extremely hyperactive because he is (really) in love with Jackie (or so I think). He's doing, well, weird stuff, something that's characteristic of a really young me some seven years ago. (Don't remind me.) Somehow I was silently reminded of myself way back when, and thanks to him I'll try not to do that. Ever.
In fact, he's the one who tagged as F4 on my shoutout box, to try to counter something from my long-lost classmate and friend from elementary school, Faith. (Yes, I call her little sister and she calls me big brother. Thinking about it, it sounds spooky.) Like, whatever, Jason.
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10/10/2005
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I've decided not to make a big deal out of me having a good day today, although I think I know why it is the case. I passed by Kim's blog (I didn't know she had one) and realized how much I've let myself down for one thing.
In the middle of counting special mentions last Saturday, I thought of something. Why, I thought, have I talked about Ale for so many times?
That's not the issue anyway - it's about the past few days, and how, for some reason, despite me silently freaking out, I got a little bit comfortable with her. Even weirder, I didn't set anything - it just came into place, which made me think further. Why is this happening?
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In the middle of counting special mentions last Saturday, I thought of something. Why, I thought, have I talked about Ale for so many times?
That's not the issue anyway - it's about the past few days, and how, for some reason, despite me silently freaking out, I got a little bit comfortable with her. Even weirder, I didn't set anything - it just came into place, which made me think further. Why is this happening?
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10/08/2005
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How tired can you be? Freaking tired is my current state of mind, and I don't understand why, after spending around two hundred bucks for transportation, food and other stuff, I'm blogging and spending some more money when I could be going home.
The tour around Manila (well, not the whole of Manila) was, well, tiring. Really tiring. After meeting up with some of my groupmates (Huey, Icka, Sudoy, Jino, Mary, Loui, Dhi and Joy) at McDonalds (and then at Kenny Rogers'), we left and wend to Rizal Park, where Kevin (with his girlfriend and his other friends) was waiting for us. The rains were threatening, but it didn't really rain that hard - when it did we were safe inside the Chinese Garden. We shot too many photos (really?) and too many video clips (really - again?), but not after walking around cluelessly, having ourselves a bit wet due to water puddles, and us crossing paths with Cuyeg's group three times - make that four - in Intramuros looking for Casa Real.
Turns out it isn't open to the public anymore.
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The tour around Manila (well, not the whole of Manila) was, well, tiring. Really tiring. After meeting up with some of my groupmates (Huey, Icka, Sudoy, Jino, Mary, Loui, Dhi and Joy) at McDonalds (and then at Kenny Rogers'), we left and wend to Rizal Park, where Kevin (with his girlfriend and his other friends) was waiting for us. The rains were threatening, but it didn't really rain that hard - when it did we were safe inside the Chinese Garden. We shot too many photos (really?) and too many video clips (really - again?), but not after walking around cluelessly, having ourselves a bit wet due to water puddles, and us crossing paths with Cuyeg's group three times - make that four - in Intramuros looking for Casa Real.
Turns out it isn't open to the public anymore.
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10/08/2005
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That was one photo from yesterday, just because I'm in it, courtesy of Malia. Wala lang, just felt like posting another photo since I'm slowly turning into a photo addict like everyone else.
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10/07/2005
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Today isn't a good day, but it isn't a bad one either. I wonder why.
Yesterday was pretty quick. I slept at 01.00 this morning (that's pretty obvious, right?) after studying for the Algebra quiz, and even before that, after seeing my beloved school lose to FEU. (So finally, they've put something to their slogan, the winning university.) It was a very close fight - 73-71 was the final score - and I was freaking out a little bit when the last shot went off the mark (way off). My dad, who was from UE, was rooting for FEU, and was laughing at me when the buzzer went off. That was it, at least for now...
...but back in the university, the topic was either the game or the quiz. As we studied, there were the random thoughts on the last game: Huey, who watched from the Central Plaza simulcast, recounted how the crowd cried while singing the Alma Mater song, how Baba got hit with tear gas by an FEU student (or so she said), and how everyone tried to figure out who to blame. (I figure, no one.)
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Yesterday was pretty quick. I slept at 01.00 this morning (that's pretty obvious, right?) after studying for the Algebra quiz, and even before that, after seeing my beloved school lose to FEU. (So finally, they've put something to their slogan, the winning university.) It was a very close fight - 73-71 was the final score - and I was freaking out a little bit when the last shot went off the mark (way off). My dad, who was from UE, was rooting for FEU, and was laughing at me when the buzzer went off. That was it, at least for now...
...but back in the university, the topic was either the game or the quiz. As we studied, there were the random thoughts on the last game: Huey, who watched from the Central Plaza simulcast, recounted how the crowd cried while singing the Alma Mater song, how Baba got hit with tear gas by an FEU student (or so she said), and how everyone tried to figure out who to blame. (I figure, no one.)
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10/07/2005
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So why am I here? A few things.
We lost to FEU today, which means everyone has talked about it already, and I'm late. We lost - we got swept - and we have classes on Monday.
We have an Algebra quiz within twelve hours, and I just can't figure everything out.
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We lost to FEU today, which means everyone has talked about it already, and I'm late. We lost - we got swept - and we have classes on Monday.
We have an Algebra quiz within twelve hours, and I just can't figure everything out.
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10/06/2005
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I remember my childhood pet peeves. It was my birthday, and since I was somewhat of a popular kid all of my classmates gave my birthday cards they made themselves. I, however, felt underappreciated, and went to my teacher, Miss Rochelle. "Bakit walang gift?" I asked her. I don't remember what she replied, but it went something like this: "Henrik, it's the thought that matters."
I don't know who Charmie Garcia is. I don't think anyone from the block knows her, or even passed by her along the corridors of the Miguel building. I was personally puzzled as why Les would tell me about her surprising and untimely death one Saturday in the middle of the term break. "She died of a heart attack," the text message said. "Please pray for her."
Forty days after her death, I find myself attending the mass the batch assembly has organized in her memory. Although I was thirty minutes late, I still made it a point to attend, if to at least remember a life that was surprisingly, if not rudely, taken away at such an early and opportune time. It wasn't to represent the block, nor to show off that I care. I don't know - something must've moved me to go.
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I don't know who Charmie Garcia is. I don't think anyone from the block knows her, or even passed by her along the corridors of the Miguel building. I was personally puzzled as why Les would tell me about her surprising and untimely death one Saturday in the middle of the term break. "She died of a heart attack," the text message said. "Please pray for her."
Forty days after her death, I find myself attending the mass the batch assembly has organized in her memory. Although I was thirty minutes late, I still made it a point to attend, if to at least remember a life that was surprisingly, if not rudely, taken away at such an early and opportune time. It wasn't to represent the block, nor to show off that I care. I don't know - something must've moved me to go.
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10/05/2005
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But never mind the title, because things just pop up my head today. Nothing's wrong even if I'm alone at U-Break - for now, it doesn't matter. There are two things I've long wanted to talk about but decided to keep away from, fearing that it'll create enemies and sensationalized discussions, but... I can't stop myself, it seems.
Sorry in advance to anyone whom I might have inspired anger at.
First, Malia and the Pussycat Dolls. This post is self-explanatory (but not everyone will see this anyway, so for those who can, lucky you), but if you still don't get it, imagine her in a bright pink shirt, wearing Jill's headband, posing like a girl (in one of those rare events) singing along to Don't Cha. I actually dreamt of her last night since that got stuck in my head. Now, she's still doing it - and I'm still laughing (and scared of the dreams - just kidding).
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Sorry in advance to anyone whom I might have inspired anger at.
First, Malia and the Pussycat Dolls. This post is self-explanatory (but not everyone will see this anyway, so for those who can, lucky you), but if you still don't get it, imagine her in a bright pink shirt, wearing Jill's headband, posing like a girl (in one of those rare events) singing along to Don't Cha. I actually dreamt of her last night since that got stuck in my head. Now, she's still doing it - and I'm still laughing (and scared of the dreams - just kidding).
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10/03/2005
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I'm uploading some tracks in Fifth Year Holler and it's taking a freakishly long time. That, considering I'm not doing anything else. (Well, aside from this one.)
With that said, nothing much happened, except for our group losing in volleyball 15-6. (That was so far the worst thing, but I happily took it in stride.) The only interesting thing that probably happened was me getting through the whole day. That's not even an issue, so...
...wait, there's one, but it isn't really an issue. It's just something I noticed. But I'd rather respect people's decision for now. I'll just be amazed at how much humiliated I am. If you've seen the surveys I've answered recently, then you might get the simplest idea.
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With that said, nothing much happened, except for our group losing in volleyball 15-6. (That was so far the worst thing, but I happily took it in stride.) The only interesting thing that probably happened was me getting through the whole day. That's not even an issue, so...
...wait, there's one, but it isn't really an issue. It's just something I noticed. But I'd rather respect people's decision for now. I'll just be amazed at how much humiliated I am. If you've seen the surveys I've answered recently, then you might get the simplest idea.
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10/01/2005
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With one jeep recklessly abandoned by every passenger it used to have, and the others back safe in the comforts of the DLSU vicinity, I'm here again, trying hard not to be overcome by every emotion I've tried to contain.
As most of you may well all know, I found myself shouting at Jom in an attempt to not be his partner. You must've guessed the reasons why. The thing is, however, I'm worried that I've drilled further a bad impression (or reputation) for myself. (For once I was concerned? Yeah.) I don't know - sometimes I've felt I'm the worst guy in the class, and I'm that guy for some people. (Better be careful about what you say, now.) I've noticed recently that I've tried my best to keep myself at a controllable level - and, especially, to a level where people will like me.
Okay. Sometimes I find myself too rambunctious. People (like Lynne, probably) are telling me that I've become too hyperactive, especially today. Right now, although I can safely say I've got through it, I feel like I ruined my reputation really badly.
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As most of you may well all know, I found myself shouting at Jom in an attempt to not be his partner. You must've guessed the reasons why. The thing is, however, I'm worried that I've drilled further a bad impression (or reputation) for myself. (For once I was concerned? Yeah.) I don't know - sometimes I've felt I'm the worst guy in the class, and I'm that guy for some people. (Better be careful about what you say, now.) I've noticed recently that I've tried my best to keep myself at a controllable level - and, especially, to a level where people will like me.
Okay. Sometimes I find myself too rambunctious. People (like Lynne, probably) are telling me that I've become too hyperactive, especially today. Right now, although I can safely say I've got through it, I feel like I ruined my reputation really badly.
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