Let's end the year with a ridiculously short post, for I'm rushing stuff and I'm kinda lazy today.
You must've noticed that I finished my new blog's layout. Caresse is so getting those reactions, probably. And, yesterday, I went to the World Pyro Olympics. But it seems all my thoughts have been scrunched up. Maybe next year.
At least I can uplaod new photos to Fifth Year Holler tomorrow.
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12/31/2005
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12/28/2005
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Probably the most surprising thing about the past few days is, I find myself daydreaming too much I'm writing down stuff I wouldn't find myself saying. But still, I did.
So yes, Ariane, we're too bored to do decent stuff.
Yesterday all I did probably was text Clarence. And I mean text Clarence all day and all night. Since she's still on unlimited text mode I somehow feel comfortable just disturbing her in the middle of the day. In fact, we've been talking for three days now (and still counting). We've talked about too many things, from blog layouts (I couldn't start on mine) to philosophical questions (go figure, please) to mosquitos ("Malamok ba diyan? Dito sa'min oo, sa labas") to carabaos ("Sa Pulilan, sa maraming kalabaw"). I slept at midnight again, and woke up at three in the morning again with the same wheezing I've had the past days. I slept in the sofa after that. And, yes, i woke up at ten in the morning, feeling sick.
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So yes, Ariane, we're too bored to do decent stuff.
Yesterday all I did probably was text Clarence. And I mean text Clarence all day and all night. Since she's still on unlimited text mode I somehow feel comfortable just disturbing her in the middle of the day. In fact, we've been talking for three days now (and still counting). We've talked about too many things, from blog layouts (I couldn't start on mine) to philosophical questions (go figure, please) to mosquitos ("Malamok ba diyan? Dito sa'min oo, sa labas") to carabaos ("Sa Pulilan, sa maraming kalabaw"). I slept at midnight again, and woke up at three in the morning again with the same wheezing I've had the past days. I slept in the sofa after that. And, yes, i woke up at ten in the morning, feeling sick.
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12/27/2005
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...weirdly, I keep on writing this way for the past few days. Maybe it's simply boredom, the mere fact that nothing's been occupying me for days that I end up, as I've mentioned before, daydreaming about things I never usually think about. Maybe it's idleness that's made me this way. Maybe the mere fact that I find myself with nothing to get hyperactive on. Maybe it's just my hyperactivity, the way I blow up things that are really far from being a big deal. Maybe I've blown this thing to disproportionate chunks again.
But then again, I've been like this for the past six months. Little by little, without me knowing it, I've been slowly sinking.
I wake up this early to my occasional nocturnal asthma. I'm wheezing again. My mind's preoccupied with different thoughts. I end up losing myself to the many sentiments I've held on to. It's been the little moments I've cherished, or maybe it's because of the way I've blown things up. It's always the smallest details that I remember. It's always the little details that make me wonder and think.
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But then again, I've been like this for the past six months. Little by little, without me knowing it, I've been slowly sinking.
I wake up this early to my occasional nocturnal asthma. I'm wheezing again. My mind's preoccupied with different thoughts. I end up losing myself to the many sentiments I've held on to. It's been the little moments I've cherished, or maybe it's because of the way I've blown things up. It's always the smallest details that I remember. It's always the little details that make me wonder and think.
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12/26/2005
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What would I write about? Thinking, thinking...
Nothing much happened yesterday, really. It was just the usual gift-giving plus the occasional joke about some of my cousins being a "threat to international food security". As with everything else I haven't got much to do.
I basically volunteered to do the new layout for Clarence's blog, since I would be doing a new layout for mine as well. Finally, I'm set for ideas on both projects. Luckily as well, Clarence got herself on unlimited text mode for a few days, so we ended up brainstorming a bit (and getting thrown with an accolade too many) about what I was supposed to do.
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Nothing much happened yesterday, really. It was just the usual gift-giving plus the occasional joke about some of my cousins being a "threat to international food security". As with everything else I haven't got much to do.
I basically volunteered to do the new layout for Clarence's blog, since I would be doing a new layout for mine as well. Finally, I'm set for ideas on both projects. Luckily as well, Clarence got herself on unlimited text mode for a few days, so we ended up brainstorming a bit (and getting thrown with an accolade too many) about what I was supposed to do.
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12/24/2005
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Let me remind myself first to visit http://www.myspace.com/stonejackjones whenever I get to work on a broadband-connected PC and snatch some MP3s there. If Gideon Coe decided to pull out the link quicker than I say I'll get some files, I won't get them. Anyway...
It's Christmas eve, and amidst all the cooking, the cold, and the people who want hugs in the cold (I know some have mentioend that somewhere), it's been pretty boring out here. Again. Maybe it's because nothing much has happened yet, and midnight has to strike before we get to open the gifts and eat our noche buena. Then, in eight hours or something, we'll travel to Caloocan and do the same thing. Right now I couldn't agree more with what me and Ale have talked about last night: I should have slept over at my grandma's house and avoid all of the hassle with forgetting to bring those Eraserheads MP3s my sister was asking me to bring.
This morning, after Huey sent me (and possibly a lot others) a merry Christmas text message, I sent a variation of the thing to the entire block, plus Nico and Jenn (although I feel like I've forgotten someone or something). I got around twelve replies, all with almost the same thing. One thing that amazed me (needlessly) is how we say merry Christmas: I was giving away a happy holidays message even if I'm Catholic, because I feel like it, and not because of the American fuss over the greeting. Some, like Caresse, have even greeted me with a happy Christmas, a clear deviation over the usual words used. And, if anything else has to be added, it's either enjoy the holidays, have fun or, as Ale texted, walang diet-diet.
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It's Christmas eve, and amidst all the cooking, the cold, and the people who want hugs in the cold (I know some have mentioend that somewhere), it's been pretty boring out here. Again. Maybe it's because nothing much has happened yet, and midnight has to strike before we get to open the gifts and eat our noche buena. Then, in eight hours or something, we'll travel to Caloocan and do the same thing. Right now I couldn't agree more with what me and Ale have talked about last night: I should have slept over at my grandma's house and avoid all of the hassle with forgetting to bring those Eraserheads MP3s my sister was asking me to bring.
This morning, after Huey sent me (and possibly a lot others) a merry Christmas text message, I sent a variation of the thing to the entire block, plus Nico and Jenn (although I feel like I've forgotten someone or something). I got around twelve replies, all with almost the same thing. One thing that amazed me (needlessly) is how we say merry Christmas: I was giving away a happy holidays message even if I'm Catholic, because I feel like it, and not because of the American fuss over the greeting. Some, like Caresse, have even greeted me with a happy Christmas, a clear deviation over the usual words used. And, if anything else has to be added, it's either enjoy the holidays, have fun or, as Ale texted, walang diet-diet.
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12/23/2005
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Twenty minutes spent just sitting in front of the PC, waiting for Blogger to let me type in this update. I now know how it feels to have a dial-up connection that's half-as-slow as what we have at home.
Admittedly, it's been very boring the past few days. After getting past the course cards and the trip home, which was pretty long, I still haven't slept at a time before midnight. I find myself just staying up and staring at blank space, while flipping through ten radio stations with frustation because, as some have already said, they keep on playing the same set of songs. Just when I'm itching to hear some Arctic Monkeys I don't get any.
Trust me, it's been boring.
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Admittedly, it's been very boring the past few days. After getting past the course cards and the trip home, which was pretty long, I still haven't slept at a time before midnight. I find myself just staying up and staring at blank space, while flipping through ten radio stations with frustation because, as some have already said, they keep on playing the same set of songs. Just when I'm itching to hear some Arctic Monkeys I don't get any.
Trust me, it's been boring.
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12/20/2005
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It's already a given that I wouldn't quite make it to the dean's list this term. Despite five classes with a 4.0 and three with a 3.5 (which is, by the way, much better than I expected), I got a 1.5 in Algebra (I got a 62% in the finals exam) and, my chances for a dean's listing - for another certificate and another free-cut privilege - is gone. For this term, at least.
It was just now when I realized that the terms are, in the words of Miss Hernandez, "independent" of each other. In short, I can still get to the dean's list next term, although by then I could say I worked a lot harder for it. Within the past eight days all I did was relax myself into thinking that I wouldn't really make it to a 2.0 (since it is a pretty long feat) but, at least, I don't have to repeat the class. I can take Statistics class within the next few terms without having anything much hound me. And I did get a 62%, being killed in the other half of the exam (the problem solving part), with a lot of four-point and three-point partials. Well, at least, I don't have to repeat the whole class.
However, I do feel bad for the others who have to repeat the class. I know it is hard for them, and not everybody (obviously) is taking it well. Weirdly, I was going around and making everybody else feel better, at least to the farthest that I can do. I was, weirdly, a bit happy that I survived.
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It was just now when I realized that the terms are, in the words of Miss Hernandez, "independent" of each other. In short, I can still get to the dean's list next term, although by then I could say I worked a lot harder for it. Within the past eight days all I did was relax myself into thinking that I wouldn't really make it to a 2.0 (since it is a pretty long feat) but, at least, I don't have to repeat the class. I can take Statistics class within the next few terms without having anything much hound me. And I did get a 62%, being killed in the other half of the exam (the problem solving part), with a lot of four-point and three-point partials. Well, at least, I don't have to repeat the whole class.
However, I do feel bad for the others who have to repeat the class. I know it is hard for them, and not everybody (obviously) is taking it well. Weirdly, I was going around and making everybody else feel better, at least to the farthest that I can do. I was, weirdly, a bit happy that I survived.
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12/16/2005
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I've got ridiculously itchy hands today. Last night I attempted to talk with both Clarence and Ariane, with no luck. (I happened to send smileys only, by the way.) Right now I'm chatting with Jason about Oscar nominations and avatars. As for me, I'm getting extremely bored about things.
Thinking about something, Niko? Wish not. It's going to distract the hell out of you again.
I'll attempt to see whether I can push my plan for the blog through on Tuesday. I know Jason would be glad to oblige, but everybody else is a different case.
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Thinking about something, Niko? Wish not. It's going to distract the hell out of you again.
I'll attempt to see whether I can push my plan for the blog through on Tuesday. I know Jason would be glad to oblige, but everybody else is a different case.
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12/15/2005
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Luckily for people like Martin and Icka who couldn't access Fifth Year Holler - or any Multiply site, for that matter - I'm almost the limit. My last three photo albums ate up two-thirds of my uploading limit, so I'll upload them first to my specially-made Photobucket album. I even named it after the party animals, obviously.
My favorite photos from Tuesday:
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My favorite photos from Tuesday:
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12/13/2005
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First, have you scrolled down and seen my long post with fifty-nine paragraphs and tens of thousands of characters? I literally counted them - with the help of the computer, of course.
After I sneaked out the camera, I went to school and, aside from studying for my International Studies exam, took around seventy photos of my blockmates. Well, since Ariane took my camera and decided to snap photos of the party animals, with their accidentally festive colored shirts and all, I ended up having seventeen photos of those six (Ariane, Clarence, Jana, Kizia, Marcia and Martin), all in different (and decidedly weird) poses. Being behind the camera for one time, I couldn't help but laugh at whatever they were up to. I was also getting distracted out of studying for the test. That, because I decided not to study for it last night; Sir Marasigan said in our last class that there might not be any need to study since we just had that incredulously broad quiz weeks back.
He was right. Fifty items, multiple choice, and it was all, weirdly, stock knowledge for me. It was fairly easy as well, except for the occasional questions that I couldn't remember being discussed, either. (That was already a given, since it has happened a lot before.) The only catch is, the directions were quite tricky; we shade, in our scannable answer sheets, A for false and B for true. If nobody paid any attention they would have busted a chance for any additional points (since the finals somehow acted as long test number three, and, as Sir Marasigan said, if we fail the test, nothing much would happen).
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After I sneaked out the camera, I went to school and, aside from studying for my International Studies exam, took around seventy photos of my blockmates. Well, since Ariane took my camera and decided to snap photos of the party animals, with their accidentally festive colored shirts and all, I ended up having seventeen photos of those six (Ariane, Clarence, Jana, Kizia, Marcia and Martin), all in different (and decidedly weird) poses. Being behind the camera for one time, I couldn't help but laugh at whatever they were up to. I was also getting distracted out of studying for the test. That, because I decided not to study for it last night; Sir Marasigan said in our last class that there might not be any need to study since we just had that incredulously broad quiz weeks back.
He was right. Fifty items, multiple choice, and it was all, weirdly, stock knowledge for me. It was fairly easy as well, except for the occasional questions that I couldn't remember being discussed, either. (That was already a given, since it has happened a lot before.) The only catch is, the directions were quite tricky; we shade, in our scannable answer sheets, A for false and B for true. If nobody paid any attention they would have busted a chance for any additional points (since the finals somehow acted as long test number three, and, as Sir Marasigan said, if we fail the test, nothing much would happen).
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12/12/2005
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In the forty-something messages in my mobile's inbox lies a message that Sara sent me almost three months ago.
"We never know how this friendship has started, and we'll never know how it would end, but whatever happens, when our friendship is gone, I'll never forget the billion times you made me smile..."
It was another roller-coaster ride, but this time it was way different. Within the last fourteen weeks many things have been tested, retested and replaced. All I was expecting was nothing more of the usual (well, except for the harder subjects and later dismissals), but instead all I got was bigger stuff going my way. New people ready to leave their mark (props to Nico, Cor and Jenn, and our classmates at CWTS class), new teachers ready to leave theirs as well (such as the Marasigan mantras) and new experiences ready to leave us partly shattered but all the more stronger. To squeeze it all in, it was the occasional hell but the unusual heaven; it was a great term, because for one, all the adjusting's been done, and all we have to do is undo the errors done last term. Right? It seems all I had to do was let go, let things flow, and let everything take its course.
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"We never know how this friendship has started, and we'll never know how it would end, but whatever happens, when our friendship is gone, I'll never forget the billion times you made me smile..."
It was another roller-coaster ride, but this time it was way different. Within the last fourteen weeks many things have been tested, retested and replaced. All I was expecting was nothing more of the usual (well, except for the harder subjects and later dismissals), but instead all I got was bigger stuff going my way. New people ready to leave their mark (props to Nico, Cor and Jenn, and our classmates at CWTS class), new teachers ready to leave theirs as well (such as the Marasigan mantras) and new experiences ready to leave us partly shattered but all the more stronger. To squeeze it all in, it was the occasional hell but the unusual heaven; it was a great term, because for one, all the adjusting's been done, and all we have to do is undo the errors done last term. Right? It seems all I had to do was let go, let things flow, and let everything take its course.
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12/09/2005
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What am I thinking? Blogging at this time?
Today is, as everyone knows all too well, the last regular day of the term. Come Monday, it's going to be finals week, and upon realizing that I need to get at the very least an 81 to get a 2.0 in Algebra, I should be studying by now. But today was just all too different, for things, well, weirdly fell into place.
I was quiet today, not because I was sad, but because nothing much happened.
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Today is, as everyone knows all too well, the last regular day of the term. Come Monday, it's going to be finals week, and upon realizing that I need to get at the very least an 81 to get a 2.0 in Algebra, I should be studying by now. But today was just all too different, for things, well, weirdly fell into place.
I was quiet today, not because I was sad, but because nothing much happened.
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12/08/2005
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As I write this, most of my basketball-crazy classmates have gone and watched another one of those Ateneo-La Salle charity games, pitting legend against legend. As for me, I got myself a passport, with no certain destination. As much as I want to get some rest, I still can't get to. Lucky Jackie, probably, is sleeping right now (as I inferred upon answering her Friendster survey).
Face it - there's nothing much of an issue nowadays. Nothing's up, really. I can't start with studying because we keep on getting occupied with more urgent stuff, and even if my hopes of a dean's listing is slowly diminishing (because I surprisingly begin to grow content, despite my efforts against mediocrity), I still try to get a 2.0. The mere thought of a departmentalized finals exam is killing me. Almost all of our final exams - and the hardest ones at that - are squeezed in one day; at least my ride through academic hell begins at 08.00 on Monday with Algebra, then both Chemistry exams until 15.00. But I think I have already said that. Tonight I'll still have to print out the cover I made for our video project, which we'll finally get to watch. Whatever we all did is certainly worth watching. I have heard of silhouettes in Toni's group and Malia flying for that of the Bonobo Society's. (I called them as such! Amazing!)
Which reminds me, tomorrow's our final regular class day for the term, and for the block. I've been acting like we're going to really split up (I literally started a testimonial sweep, and upon thinking of it, I suddenly feel like I acted the way Ian recently did. But somebody already confirmed them, so there's no stopping those plans now.) Dhi, however, brought me back to normal.
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Face it - there's nothing much of an issue nowadays. Nothing's up, really. I can't start with studying because we keep on getting occupied with more urgent stuff, and even if my hopes of a dean's listing is slowly diminishing (because I surprisingly begin to grow content, despite my efforts against mediocrity), I still try to get a 2.0. The mere thought of a departmentalized finals exam is killing me. Almost all of our final exams - and the hardest ones at that - are squeezed in one day; at least my ride through academic hell begins at 08.00 on Monday with Algebra, then both Chemistry exams until 15.00. But I think I have already said that. Tonight I'll still have to print out the cover I made for our video project, which we'll finally get to watch. Whatever we all did is certainly worth watching. I have heard of silhouettes in Toni's group and Malia flying for that of the Bonobo Society's. (I called them as such! Amazing!)
Which reminds me, tomorrow's our final regular class day for the term, and for the block. I've been acting like we're going to really split up (I literally started a testimonial sweep, and upon thinking of it, I suddenly feel like I acted the way Ian recently did. But somebody already confirmed them, so there's no stopping those plans now.) Dhi, however, brought me back to normal.
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12/07/2005
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You think about it this way. Has it been too early for us to get sentimental over things? Maybe it isn't supposed to happen.
The usual Wednesday traffic caused me to arrive in school at the time I used to arrive in. What else if I left at my usual time? That would have been much worse. I was stuck in Baclaran for thirty minutes (which reminds me why Kaymee doesn't want to take the Coastal Road route when she goes home), and I got to the conservatory at 10.40, for the usual Caresse-assistance thing. With her were Les, Steph and Tracy (and later, Toni), cutting up girl magazines for some scrapbook project. As they talked about guys, guys and more guys, Steph decided to torture me (at least that's how I put it) with Cosmopolitan centerfolds. Think of her flashing those almost-naked guy photos at me (like that one where she just said "Niko... Boysen!", referring to the paint can covering stuff up), and me thinking I must be out of place again. (Jokingly, of course).
Les pulled off something as we went up to the classroom. As much as I wouldn't want to dwell on what she said, she indeed had me thinking again.
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The usual Wednesday traffic caused me to arrive in school at the time I used to arrive in. What else if I left at my usual time? That would have been much worse. I was stuck in Baclaran for thirty minutes (which reminds me why Kaymee doesn't want to take the Coastal Road route when she goes home), and I got to the conservatory at 10.40, for the usual Caresse-assistance thing. With her were Les, Steph and Tracy (and later, Toni), cutting up girl magazines for some scrapbook project. As they talked about guys, guys and more guys, Steph decided to torture me (at least that's how I put it) with Cosmopolitan centerfolds. Think of her flashing those almost-naked guy photos at me (like that one where she just said "Niko... Boysen!", referring to the paint can covering stuff up), and me thinking I must be out of place again. (Jokingly, of course).
Les pulled off something as we went up to the classroom. As much as I wouldn't want to dwell on what she said, she indeed had me thinking again.
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12/06/2005
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It's another wave of last classes, but this time it was not as sentimental as, say, when we had our last English 1 class under Miss Bernie. Or maybe there was this collective effort among the faculty to, for some extraordinary reason, keep it all low-key. It was low-key, or maybe it was because although we liked a few teachers here and there, we haven't endeared ourselves to them like our previous teachers. No one seemed to make such a reputation as, say, Sir Timbreza.
After I overslept (yes, again) in the bus, found myself announcing a drop at United Nations Avenue and took the LRT back to DLSU, I was again with Caresse to talk about that Philosophy paper. I hate to think of the fact that we'll have our Algebra finals, as well as our finals for both Chemistry subjects, on Monday. What's worse, that math test is first up, at eight in the morning. Trying my best to get a 2.0 (at least) and stay in the dean's list (because, truthfully, it's going to hurt me if everybody stays behind), I somehow grinded my way through my thoughts and got a bit bothered. We haven't finished much of a question, however, after trying to figure out whether taking a leap of faith is courageous in itself.
Then, Chemistry class, and the perfect way to get around the quiz ban the school usually implements a week before finals week: a seatwork, pretty much equivalent to the same thing some of my blockmates (including me) wished didn't happen. Three essay questions on the debates (well, one of them) plus one on sex drugs that took me from behind. Almost clueless, but grateful for that Anthropology report on anything and everything sex (if anybody remembers the incense we burned in the room), I found my way around it. Stock knowledge, I know.
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After I overslept (yes, again) in the bus, found myself announcing a drop at United Nations Avenue and took the LRT back to DLSU, I was again with Caresse to talk about that Philosophy paper. I hate to think of the fact that we'll have our Algebra finals, as well as our finals for both Chemistry subjects, on Monday. What's worse, that math test is first up, at eight in the morning. Trying my best to get a 2.0 (at least) and stay in the dean's list (because, truthfully, it's going to hurt me if everybody stays behind), I somehow grinded my way through my thoughts and got a bit bothered. We haven't finished much of a question, however, after trying to figure out whether taking a leap of faith is courageous in itself.
Then, Chemistry class, and the perfect way to get around the quiz ban the school usually implements a week before finals week: a seatwork, pretty much equivalent to the same thing some of my blockmates (including me) wished didn't happen. Three essay questions on the debates (well, one of them) plus one on sex drugs that took me from behind. Almost clueless, but grateful for that Anthropology report on anything and everything sex (if anybody remembers the incense we burned in the room), I found my way around it. Stock knowledge, I know.
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12/05/2005
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Here it is. The block's last regular week. If I've counted correctly we've got only around seven school days together, including the final examinations and the course card distribution. It doesn't seem as surreal as last time, but realizing today that we're back to working around with our last classes somehow made me cringe.
Yesterday I was going around the block and read that Ale cried over Huey's thank-you post. I suddenly thought, hanggang ngayon hindi pa ako natatamaan. Was it because we've worried about it too early? I already read that post, and even placed a comment on it, but somehow I still wonder why I still am not affected badly by it. I mean, I somehow started the whole fuss a few weeks ago, but yet I haven't found the time to worry about it. Feeling ko tuloy bato ako.
I went to school two hours earlier today, since I agreed with Caresse that I'll help her (and, consequently, help myself) construct sentences and thought for our take-home Philosophy essay examination. Before that, I was rushing Loui and Joy for the oral defense, but despite that I feel I haven't done much. Come International Studies class we watched, instead of a documentary on the World Bank, Tom Hank's film Philadelphia, since last Thursday was World AIDS Day. Sir Marasigan somehow decided to give a little tribute to those affected by the disease. Then, come Algebra class (without Miss Hernandez, but with a substitute teacher I still haven't identified since Friday), my two partners did their job. Now I feel I didn't do much except for the drawing and the organization, but still Loui gave me some credit.
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Yesterday I was going around the block and read that Ale cried over Huey's thank-you post. I suddenly thought, hanggang ngayon hindi pa ako natatamaan. Was it because we've worried about it too early? I already read that post, and even placed a comment on it, but somehow I still wonder why I still am not affected badly by it. I mean, I somehow started the whole fuss a few weeks ago, but yet I haven't found the time to worry about it. Feeling ko tuloy bato ako.
I went to school two hours earlier today, since I agreed with Caresse that I'll help her (and, consequently, help myself) construct sentences and thought for our take-home Philosophy essay examination. Before that, I was rushing Loui and Joy for the oral defense, but despite that I feel I haven't done much. Come International Studies class we watched, instead of a documentary on the World Bank, Tom Hank's film Philadelphia, since last Thursday was World AIDS Day. Sir Marasigan somehow decided to give a little tribute to those affected by the disease. Then, come Algebra class (without Miss Hernandez, but with a substitute teacher I still haven't identified since Friday), my two partners did their job. Now I feel I didn't do much except for the drawing and the organization, but still Loui gave me some credit.
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12/03/2005
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Funny thing is, I found myself pulling out a photo off the blog. If you get me, then you get me really well. Again, sorry for not immediately realizing that this blog isn't just open to my blockmates. (Don't worry - this time I'm taking it happily. Oh, and thanks for reading!)
What else? Nothing much, but photos all the same.
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What else? Nothing much, but photos all the same.
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12/02/2005
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How many hours have I listened to XFM straight today?
In the middle of working for our oral defense due on Monday, I find myself going sentimental again. I don't know - we've got one last week for working with music videos, research papers, quizzes, and grade adjustments. Within that time I've got to make a decent dean's list-worthy recovery for Algebra (since I'm at a very bad 1.5), a good research paper for English 2, and make a good reputation for myself in that music video.
I was taking a lot of photos within the past week, and probably tonight I won't sleep.
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In the middle of working for our oral defense due on Monday, I find myself going sentimental again. I don't know - we've got one last week for working with music videos, research papers, quizzes, and grade adjustments. Within that time I've got to make a decent dean's list-worthy recovery for Algebra (since I'm at a very bad 1.5), a good research paper for English 2, and make a good reputation for myself in that music video.
I was taking a lot of photos within the past week, and probably tonight I won't sleep.
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12/01/2005
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No storyline? Post photos!
(You just saw this post? Man, you weren't really that lucky. If you read on you'll understand why I pulled this photo out. Sorry then!)
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(You just saw this post? Man, you weren't really that lucky. If you read on you'll understand why I pulled this photo out. Sorry then!)
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