Ale, your name's with mine this time. If you're willing to know, it's your photo that's on the feature on INQ7.net. Seriously, you're name's even there, for I asked the writer, Joey Alarilla, to include it there. Obviously I love your photo. (It's freaky though, that your name's on, as Nico put it against Kim, caps lock.)
So there. The Upper Blog gets celebrity. A big thank you to the guys at INQ7.net!
So today's our last swimming class, which almost didn't push through because Sir Ariz wasn't there yet. To be exact, it was past thirty minutes, and school rules state we can technically leave, but on one is budging because no one wants to go back to the swimming pool next week. (Yes, we're this quick to budge when it comes to vacations. As Jan said, everything's incomplete without summer.) At 15.40, more than an hour after our supposed start, he arrived, fresh from a faculty meeting, and proceeded with another truncated final exam. Which means - yes - I got a 4.0. Finally.
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3/31/2006
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3/30/2006
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My bag's ruined twice over, so I guess I'll change bags again.
Our Psychology long exam's been truncated, doubled, and everything's still confusing me.
But the video's worked out nicely. Even John, Nico and Cor showed up to watch it. (This doesn't make sense, me talking about it - it's mostly done by one-man-documentary-machine Jason.) However it feels like, again, everyone's laughing at me. Is that their intention?
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Our Psychology long exam's been truncated, doubled, and everything's still confusing me.
But the video's worked out nicely. Even John, Nico and Cor showed up to watch it. (This doesn't make sense, me talking about it - it's mostly done by one-man-documentary-machine Jason.) However it feels like, again, everyone's laughing at me. Is that their intention?
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3/28/2006
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Up until three days ago I was still an active member of the blogging community. Well, I guess that's what hell week, as everybody has called it, particularly does. To be more precise, however, it was a weekend without any decent Internet connection, plus a very, very watchful Monday, where I had to accompany Jason to EditLink's offices as our documentary was being edited. I ended up arriving home at a little past ten, and I slept two hours later. So much for trying to get enough sleep - even Ale complained about waking up early, even on weekends, as much as we want to sleep and sleep and sleep.
Our biological clocks have indeed set to the worst time we could ever want it to be set.
Yesterday I found myself rushing needlessly. Literature 1 class was signified by moved reports, schedules and a tricky poem to fill up, thanks to all of the commas. After that I was off to give Ale the CD cover I did for her (four days before she actually needed it, at that), and then I ended up watching over her sleep, since Jino asked me to. So there I was, just staring at her sleep in between headaches, as I drifted between similar sleepiness and serenity. And then, when she woke up, we ended up talking - actually, it was the first time in such circumstances - and our conversation practically drifted everywhere.
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Our biological clocks have indeed set to the worst time we could ever want it to be set.
Yesterday I found myself rushing needlessly. Literature 1 class was signified by moved reports, schedules and a tricky poem to fill up, thanks to all of the commas. After that I was off to give Ale the CD cover I did for her (four days before she actually needed it, at that), and then I ended up watching over her sleep, since Jino asked me to. So there I was, just staring at her sleep in between headaches, as I drifted between similar sleepiness and serenity. And then, when she woke up, we ended up talking - actually, it was the first time in such circumstances - and our conversation practically drifted everywhere.
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3/24/2006
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So I've been sitting here for half of my afternoon, looking for video clips to add for our Filipino 1 documentary. So far I've found a clip from Fil-Am stand-up Rex Navarette and, for the political angle of things, that controversial documentary on Proclamation 1017 that tagged people as "enemies of the state". At least I've found some clips (because it's hard to look for vintage movie clips), but I just realized that all of the looking I've done led to nothing.
My Zen Micro, now acting as my temporary USB drive, is not with me.
Well, at least I've seen some, and maybe all that I'll do is come back and download them again within the weekend. Despite my aims to get some rest within the two days that compose the weekend, it seems it wouldn't be really as such: I've got to work on our Literature 1 report tonight, and then there's the downloading. (It seems it wouldn't be close to a long weekend.) Just when I wanted to have some sleep, I don't get it quite as I expected.
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My Zen Micro, now acting as my temporary USB drive, is not with me.
Well, at least I've seen some, and maybe all that I'll do is come back and download them again within the weekend. Despite my aims to get some rest within the two days that compose the weekend, it seems it wouldn't be really as such: I've got to work on our Literature 1 report tonight, and then there's the downloading. (It seems it wouldn't be close to a long weekend.) Just when I wanted to have some sleep, I don't get it quite as I expected.
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3/23/2006
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It's been a really long day, and thus I got home at around a quarter before nine. Think about it. Shooting, getting hit in the head thrice throughout (thanks to Jason), and getting hit by some falling pieces of wood. Classes, rudely interupted by a beeping mobile that sent Miss Calleja to something short of a walkout, five minute before we would be officially dismissed. And, as always, walking around endlessly to get stuff done, even if it doesn't seem to work.
Looks like that spurt of energy and vitality in the past few days have gone to a screeching halt. That, despite the announcements of me getting really, really stressed, although Ina and Kim (another one of the Kims I know) said I don't really look like it. But I'm really close to going kerplunk! one of these days.
It's just like this. I could go on and make a big deal out of this, but after days of weirdness and further weirdness, it's back to errie silence. But at least I've proven something important to myself today. Finally, I can sleep tight. I'm starting to move on. Or maybe that's another premature announcement. but the heck - all it probably took was a couple of risks left and right.
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Looks like that spurt of energy and vitality in the past few days have gone to a screeching halt. That, despite the announcements of me getting really, really stressed, although Ina and Kim (another one of the Kims I know) said I don't really look like it. But I'm really close to going kerplunk! one of these days.
It's just like this. I could go on and make a big deal out of this, but after days of weirdness and further weirdness, it's back to errie silence. But at least I've proven something important to myself today. Finally, I can sleep tight. I'm starting to move on. Or maybe that's another premature announcement. but the heck - all it probably took was a couple of risks left and right.
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3/22/2006
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I didn't notice it until Lei realized I wasn't myself today. Somehow I was quiet, inactive - in other words, sleepy. Nothing was bothering me, though. In simple words, my eyes were dropping, my senses were failing, and my body has begun to degenerate. What could I do, however? Aside from Philosophy 2 class, which meant this discussion targeting my atheist classmate, everything was a bit of a bore.
If you're good at visualizing, imagine me stretching here.
I've been lugging Jason's camera and tripod for the entire day today, and when I finally got someone to interview (Ariane, in this case) I didn't realize I was out of the campus and was asked for the entry slip. So, cut interview, thank you very much. I got Marcia, though, and then I realized I have to conserve the batteries for an interview later today.
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If you're good at visualizing, imagine me stretching here.
I've been lugging Jason's camera and tripod for the entire day today, and when I finally got someone to interview (Ariane, in this case) I didn't realize I was out of the campus and was asked for the entry slip. So, cut interview, thank you very much. I got Marcia, though, and then I realized I have to conserve the batteries for an interview later today.
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3/21/2006
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Clarence pushed me one last time yesterday afternoon. I was stuck at National Bookstore looking for a greeting card - I actually had one in hand already - when I decided to kill time and check out the magazine section. I missed passing by that particular spot at its Alabang Town Center branch. I always did that when I was in high school. There were two students at that time, going around the novels, when I began contemplating to go by the cashier and buy the greeting card. The two then pointed at something. It was almost empty out there, and i couldn't help but look. And there it was.
Besides Tuesday with Morrie and The Da Vinci Code, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's The Little Prince. For a little more than what I have.
So I called Clarence up. I was making a scene at the magazine section, torn between buying something else and sticking to my decision. I was wondering if Kizia had that book already, and they weren't sure of the answer. (Of course, there was the possibility of her having it somewhere in Laguna.) But she was starting to persuade me. Take the risk, Niko. So, I dropped everything - the greeting card and the book - and went to the nearest Netopia branch, and checked her Friendster profile. (As Katia just pointed out, like it was really reliable.) Two extra bucks spent, and the book was off her list. So I rushed back and bought the book. I had one hundred fifty pesos that time reserved for the gift, and I shelled out around forty more.
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Besides Tuesday with Morrie and The Da Vinci Code, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's The Little Prince. For a little more than what I have.
So I called Clarence up. I was making a scene at the magazine section, torn between buying something else and sticking to my decision. I was wondering if Kizia had that book already, and they weren't sure of the answer. (Of course, there was the possibility of her having it somewhere in Laguna.) But she was starting to persuade me. Take the risk, Niko. So, I dropped everything - the greeting card and the book - and went to the nearest Netopia branch, and checked her Friendster profile. (As Katia just pointed out, like it was really reliable.) Two extra bucks spent, and the book was off her list. So I rushed back and bought the book. I had one hundred fifty pesos that time reserved for the gift, and I shelled out around forty more.
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3/20/2006
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I guess the fatigue has indeed sunk in. At lunch today with members of the BonoSoc (specifically Malia, Jill, Kim, Cor, Ale, Lau, Sara and Cuyeg) it seems everyone just wants to fall back and fall asleep. Well, there's Sara falling literally (which is a different story altogether), and continued irritation and continued noontime show antics which, when looked at in a different way, is indeed irritating.
And again, Eena's there with another multiple-hour-without-sleep streak. But then again, she's taking her majors, and she's working on a paper on the inclinations of the French government having presidents and prime ministers in different parties. Then again, one thing going on through my head is, what could I do about it?
And again, actual fashion model Abby's there again, going tsk, tsk, tsk over domestic violence figures and, probably unconsciously, trying to implicate people like me. But indeed, it is true men are the usual suspects in cases of violence in the family. And to think I almost went feminist in my still-to-be-passed reflection paper. Ironic, somehow.
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And again, Eena's there with another multiple-hour-without-sleep streak. But then again, she's taking her majors, and she's working on a paper on the inclinations of the French government having presidents and prime ministers in different parties. Then again, one thing going on through my head is, what could I do about it?
And again, actual fashion model Abby's there again, going tsk, tsk, tsk over domestic violence figures and, probably unconsciously, trying to implicate people like me. But indeed, it is true men are the usual suspects in cases of violence in the family. And to think I almost went feminist in my still-to-be-passed reflection paper. Ironic, somehow.
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3/18/2006
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So there it went. Every possible rant the class had about our facilitator Ate Alma could launch was, well, launched. All the inconsideration, all the weirdly inflexible time placements, all the "unrealistic" stuff - it all went into writing. It was pretty emotional, minus the tears. Just Huey pretending to throw stuff, Jason punching his palm with his fists, and anarchic dictator comparisons.
So finally, we had the right excuses to demand a 4.0 grade.
Apparently, we've been doing everything that we can and more. I guess we couldn't explain it really well, all the stuff we had to do - the scrapbook, admittedly, doesn't do justice - and after all of this, we really feel fulfilled, but at the same time a bit scared that suddenly-compared-to-a-penguin Ate Alma submits a lower-than-expected grade which, for us (probably), is anything lower than a 4.0. Then we protest.
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So finally, we had the right excuses to demand a 4.0 grade.
Apparently, we've been doing everything that we can and more. I guess we couldn't explain it really well, all the stuff we had to do - the scrapbook, admittedly, doesn't do justice - and after all of this, we really feel fulfilled, but at the same time a bit scared that suddenly-compared-to-a-penguin Ate Alma submits a lower-than-expected grade which, for us (probably), is anything lower than a 4.0. Then we protest.
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3/17/2006
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Okay. So I couldn't learn the backstroke, nor the breaststroke, and then we're starting on the butterfly next week. And then there's a lot more things to do, like bring a barong tagalog every single day for next week, just to be prepared for shooting. Also, giving testimonials to people (just because I got over giving Jan one), and buying more stuff that I really have to buy. At least I can skip the PNPRS lecture tomorrow.
I think I mentioned somewhere that people are slowly getting tired - oh yeah, Shale Campaigns - because, probably, of the things we're currently doing. It's becoming too much, like every last few weeks of the term. And, as Derek said, our biological clocks are setting to summer mode. Personally, I'm growing sleepier and sleepier by the minute, but sadly, there's still more to do. Much more to do. For the next few years, much more. Imagine reading books on a different subject on another subject, one that you'd initially find alien to the entire thing - think of Eena reading a book on French governments in Literature 1 class. (But you've been doing it all along, I guess?)
Okay, stop reiterating.
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I think I mentioned somewhere that people are slowly getting tired - oh yeah, Shale Campaigns - because, probably, of the things we're currently doing. It's becoming too much, like every last few weeks of the term. And, as Derek said, our biological clocks are setting to summer mode. Personally, I'm growing sleepier and sleepier by the minute, but sadly, there's still more to do. Much more to do. For the next few years, much more. Imagine reading books on a different subject on another subject, one that you'd initially find alien to the entire thing - think of Eena reading a book on French governments in Literature 1 class. (But you've been doing it all along, I guess?)
Okay, stop reiterating.
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3/16/2006
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Try to wonder for me how many things could happen within the space of around three hours.
After a pretty normal Biology lab class - which involves, however, me climbing down the turning-usual multiple flights of stairs photocopying stuff - and a pretty normal Biology lecture class, there was the usually hour-long break before Filipino 1 class. Simply said, this means a lot of things could happen, from sightings to sighting to, well, more sightings.
Forgive me for my statements, but this is what a few people could bring.
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After a pretty normal Biology lab class - which involves, however, me climbing down the turning-usual multiple flights of stairs photocopying stuff - and a pretty normal Biology lecture class, there was the usually hour-long break before Filipino 1 class. Simply said, this means a lot of things could happen, from sightings to sighting to, well, more sightings.
Forgive me for my statements, but this is what a few people could bring.
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3/15/2006
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Another radio station launch. Another listener from thousands of miles away. And stuff ain't making right sense, still. The connection's skipping, and I'm freezing cold.
Another up-and-down stint. Another almost skipped slide show. Another classroom with freezing temperatures. Another day with yellow and orange shirts, but minus the campaign lines which are, from now, technically illegal. It's a nice transition, actually. I've been talking to Jaja, obviously rattled after voting opened for us CLA people with a delay, and she's more hopeful than ever.
Another "we'll take revenge" statement. Another lunch out. Another Sociology book borrowed. Another hyperactivity pang. I hugged Lau too much today, I guess. I also guess I made the wrong impression. Jokingly, of course.
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Another up-and-down stint. Another almost skipped slide show. Another classroom with freezing temperatures. Another day with yellow and orange shirts, but minus the campaign lines which are, from now, technically illegal. It's a nice transition, actually. I've been talking to Jaja, obviously rattled after voting opened for us CLA people with a delay, and she's more hopeful than ever.
Another "we'll take revenge" statement. Another lunch out. Another Sociology book borrowed. Another hyperactivity pang. I hugged Lau too much today, I guess. I also guess I made the wrong impression. Jokingly, of course.
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3/14/2006
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So again, remember your candidates. Remember the platforms, the stances and the charisma thrown around. It's all over - and it's all elaborated on http://campaigns06.shale.i.ph. Of course, you should check this out if you wanna know why I think Santugon had control of yesterday's debate.
Anyway, nothing much happened today, admittedly - aside from, probably, seeing Malia sing songs she just made off her head, seeing Lau fly in Cuyeg's arms, and hugging Jaja and her fellow candidates for a reason I actually forgot.
I finally got a mobile phone - that phone with a flashlight. I was texting people up last night, especially when Clarence unintendedly when she felt the need to mention that Kizia was online at the same time I was going home. So, I gave her my own brand of negative punishment (and I got mine from both of us as well). Although I'm still wishing this is just a temporary phone - or they'll force me to save up for a new one - at least I'm content rather than nothing at all.
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Anyway, nothing much happened today, admittedly - aside from, probably, seeing Malia sing songs she just made off her head, seeing Lau fly in Cuyeg's arms, and hugging Jaja and her fellow candidates for a reason I actually forgot.
I finally got a mobile phone - that phone with a flashlight. I was texting people up last night, especially when Clarence unintendedly when she felt the need to mention that Kizia was online at the same time I was going home. So, I gave her my own brand of negative punishment (and I got mine from both of us as well). Although I'm still wishing this is just a temporary phone - or they'll force me to save up for a new one - at least I'm content rather than nothing at all.
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3/13/2006
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Running late after rushing our reflection paper (with Derek), getting back to the assembly area fifteen minutes after our supposed departure to Barangay Tagumpay - and then we realize that four people haven't made it yet.
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3/12/2006
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I wasn't online for two days, and then suddenly I received nine replies on Fifth Year Holler, had to catch up with around six blogs, and had forgotten to tell everyone of a crucial email address for tomorrow's reflection papers. And, there was this tag from Katia which made it all surprising to me.
"It's odd there's nothing new posted," she said.
As for myself, it seems weird how a couple of days offline meant for everybody. Is it because, somehow, some have learned to rely on me in some way? Like Marcia, who kept on telling me (jokingly) that it's my fault to the whole class (and, to exaggerate it myself, to the entire DLSU populace) to lose my mobile phone to snatchers - but she's doing it to do some release on some people.
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"It's odd there's nothing new posted," she said.
As for myself, it seems weird how a couple of days offline meant for everybody. Is it because, somehow, some have learned to rely on me in some way? Like Marcia, who kept on telling me (jokingly) that it's my fault to the whole class (and, to exaggerate it myself, to the entire DLSU populace) to lose my mobile phone to snatchers - but she's doing it to do some release on some people.
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3/10/2006
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But who would mind reading this if, well, we're all rushing?
People have started to go online on YM, either invisible or not. Derek just asked me to reserve my terminal for him at Netopia for him, and I obliged. Somewhere Only We Know is playing again on the radio. I somehow had Sudoy on board some of my classes. I want my English 3 and Earth Science classes now, but PE is still three-quarters of an hour away.
So that explains why I'm sitting here, willing to extend and even risk my attendance records, like I wasn't late for some classes already, if not for some errands.
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People have started to go online on YM, either invisible or not. Derek just asked me to reserve my terminal for him at Netopia for him, and I obliged. Somewhere Only We Know is playing again on the radio. I somehow had Sudoy on board some of my classes. I want my English 3 and Earth Science classes now, but PE is still three-quarters of an hour away.
So that explains why I'm sitting here, willing to extend and even risk my attendance records, like I wasn't late for some classes already, if not for some errands.
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3/09/2006
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As much as possible, I'd be more than happy to say it's all over. The world knows, however, that the plot twists are still to be unleashed.
Nothing's happened - yet.
I sneaked out my SIM card - to be active anytime by next week, hopefully - and texted to Eena, intially, in panic: I left four of my five notebooks in L333, after getting too eager to watch the miting de avance at yesterday's U-Break. Then, upon remembering floating promises, I texted Clarence. What was intended as a joke became, out of all things, another serious conversation. This time, however, I'll pull all the stops in advance. Don't try to figure out what we talked about, then.
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Nothing's happened - yet.
I sneaked out my SIM card - to be active anytime by next week, hopefully - and texted to Eena, intially, in panic: I left four of my five notebooks in L333, after getting too eager to watch the miting de avance at yesterday's U-Break. Then, upon remembering floating promises, I texted Clarence. What was intended as a joke became, out of all things, another serious conversation. This time, however, I'll pull all the stops in advance. Don't try to figure out what we talked about, then.
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3/08/2006
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"Pero nagkita na rin naman tayo ng ilang beses, ah."
That line got stuck in my head, in those few, rare moments when I wake up and remember a dream. I went to the bus and I was hearing that in my head. I scanned my ID and I was hearing that in my head. I watched Patch Adams and I was hearing that in my head. My memory's transformed it into another acoustic imprint.
Weirdly, though, I wasn't daydreaming or anything - I didn't remember the image that was associated with that line. It's not that I wasn't paying any attention - as with my other dreams, it seemed so real - but somehow my tasks led me to forget that particular detail. But I remember the story - I was trying to leave my Psychology book for a while, but I ended up bring it anyway.
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That line got stuck in my head, in those few, rare moments when I wake up and remember a dream. I went to the bus and I was hearing that in my head. I scanned my ID and I was hearing that in my head. I watched Patch Adams and I was hearing that in my head. My memory's transformed it into another acoustic imprint.
Weirdly, though, I wasn't daydreaming or anything - I didn't remember the image that was associated with that line. It's not that I wasn't paying any attention - as with my other dreams, it seemed so real - but somehow my tasks led me to forget that particular detail. But I remember the story - I was trying to leave my Psychology book for a while, but I ended up bring it anyway.
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3/07/2006
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I'm happy because, after all the fuss, I got a 4.0 in our Filipino 1 oral examinations. Or maybe it's because I threw a lucky ball down the lucky superhero-inspired dartboard (or ballboard, since I did throw velcro-wrapped balls). And then, before that, there was this surprise quiz in Biology class - a surprise not because it was unannounced, but because it was only five items long. We found ourselves asking Sir Alfonso what the passing grade was.
That was some consolation for watching two videos of scientists tinkering with a dead, dissected cadaver, showing where your arteries and veins are. And I can remember Meia react in some way I couldn't describe, but that doesn't mean she's exactly grossed out (did I spell that right?).
I finally got to see Jaja campaign, along with other Santugon batch candidates Sars, Nadia and Y2K - twice, once in the class preceeding our Biology class, where I got invited to watch because I was dead curious, and another during Psychology class, where they finally got the whole gig right after the appearance of their college assembly president candidate, Agnes de Castro. And, take note, I was wearing red today.
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That was some consolation for watching two videos of scientists tinkering with a dead, dissected cadaver, showing where your arteries and veins are. And I can remember Meia react in some way I couldn't describe, but that doesn't mean she's exactly grossed out (did I spell that right?).
I finally got to see Jaja campaign, along with other Santugon batch candidates Sars, Nadia and Y2K - twice, once in the class preceeding our Biology class, where I got invited to watch because I was dead curious, and another during Psychology class, where they finally got the whole gig right after the appearance of their college assembly president candidate, Agnes de Castro. And, take note, I was wearing red today.
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3/06/2006
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How could a few megabytes worth of images, sentiments and everything else I've been involved in for the past twelve months blow a candle?
This here is my anniversary post, inspired apparently after an article from that free copy of MPH I got a few days ago after wearing a green shirt. That guy there - sorry, forgot his name - apparently said that, among others, one of the things that make blogs work is one's dedication. Well, that isn't his exact words, but it somehow comes close, don't you think? Not that I feel like quashing people's emotions - maybe the time will come that I'll end up not feeling like writing in the blog anymore - but still, the fact that I held on to the few megabytes I made is shocking. Essentially surprising.
So, back in March 2005, on that Sunday as I froze in the cold aircon temperatures, I didn't have any idea on what to write. I ended up writing only fifty-eight words in my inaugural post. Twelve months later, I write screenfuls, and people have noticed my apparent ability to write so well. Well, if you've always wanted to steer away from saying direct things like "I feel this way" or "I feel that way", you always end up writing stuff that just, well, goes round and round and round. And then, I end up admitting things.
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This here is my anniversary post, inspired apparently after an article from that free copy of MPH I got a few days ago after wearing a green shirt. That guy there - sorry, forgot his name - apparently said that, among others, one of the things that make blogs work is one's dedication. Well, that isn't his exact words, but it somehow comes close, don't you think? Not that I feel like quashing people's emotions - maybe the time will come that I'll end up not feeling like writing in the blog anymore - but still, the fact that I held on to the few megabytes I made is shocking. Essentially surprising.
So, back in March 2005, on that Sunday as I froze in the cold aircon temperatures, I didn't have any idea on what to write. I ended up writing only fifty-eight words in my inaugural post. Twelve months later, I write screenfuls, and people have noticed my apparent ability to write so well. Well, if you've always wanted to steer away from saying direct things like "I feel this way" or "I feel that way", you always end up writing stuff that just, well, goes round and round and round. And then, I end up admitting things.
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3/05/2006
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So, exactly a year after posting my first blog entry - well, three hundred sixty-five days - I'm back at the same computer shop where it all started. But, obviously, not at the same computer terminal. I'm stuck here, dismayed because Nasaan si Francis? was quickly pulled out of the cinemas, and instead am listening to Chris Evans, surrounded by negative sentiment over his promotion to drivetime, and is waiting to finally make sense of our (somewhat rushed) Sociology report, me and Jackie. And, I have a question battering in my head.
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3/04/2006
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Sorry, but I was too busy setting up Shale, which already has visitors from as far as, well, the United States. Maybe next time.
CWTS class did push through today. Thankfully we knew it on time, and we had transportation (since I told COSCA about our initial confusion on the day I was supposed to ask for vehicles), or else we would have done carpools - or public transportation. So, on a day where jokes that involved wordplay (from Sir Marollano, "what's the difference between opinion and conclusion?") and six girls skipping PE class for, err, biological reasons, I was rushing details in and details out. And that, without a mobile phone to work with me.
We were just thirteen people on the jeeps today, with most of the BonoSoc out for a Sociology field trip, and the others - Kizia, Jana and Mary - coming in two hours earlier than we did to fill up on their missing hours. After the usual tutorials - which means Derek having kids hang from his body, us passing on an endless stream of pink slips, and chairs being crossed from the community to the adjacent health center (which means us crossing a really busy P. Tuazon) - we found ourselves with nothing to do. Some of us were staying for six hours - those who needed to make-up, for example, plus some who want more hours than they really need, like me and Jackie - and we were destined to the library. Well, all we did was sit there and pretend to work. All of us, regardless of duration of stay, were extraordinarily sleepy, like our bodies were sapped of all powers last night. (But last week, obviously, we were working hard.) Not everyone was talking as we went home (or was it the party animals missing in action?) and then, we were really close to sleeping. Jackie even ended up walking past the V. Mapa train station, but I guess that isn't really the reason.
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CWTS class did push through today. Thankfully we knew it on time, and we had transportation (since I told COSCA about our initial confusion on the day I was supposed to ask for vehicles), or else we would have done carpools - or public transportation. So, on a day where jokes that involved wordplay (from Sir Marollano, "what's the difference between opinion and conclusion?") and six girls skipping PE class for, err, biological reasons, I was rushing details in and details out. And that, without a mobile phone to work with me.
We were just thirteen people on the jeeps today, with most of the BonoSoc out for a Sociology field trip, and the others - Kizia, Jana and Mary - coming in two hours earlier than we did to fill up on their missing hours. After the usual tutorials - which means Derek having kids hang from his body, us passing on an endless stream of pink slips, and chairs being crossed from the community to the adjacent health center (which means us crossing a really busy P. Tuazon) - we found ourselves with nothing to do. Some of us were staying for six hours - those who needed to make-up, for example, plus some who want more hours than they really need, like me and Jackie - and we were destined to the library. Well, all we did was sit there and pretend to work. All of us, regardless of duration of stay, were extraordinarily sleepy, like our bodies were sapped of all powers last night. (But last week, obviously, we were working hard.) Not everyone was talking as we went home (or was it the party animals missing in action?) and then, we were really close to sleeping. Jackie even ended up walking past the V. Mapa train station, but I guess that isn't really the reason.
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3/02/2006
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Let's start another cycle, shall we?
I'm currently finding an excuse for not studying for my Psychology long test, just because I don't feel like studying for the past hour or so. Obviously, I'm a bit tired of finding blood pressure rates and pulse rates, not to mention running around the corridors of the STRC looking really stupid. Just earlier I was with Ariane and AK in the bus, but without them knowing it. And, yes, Ariane is wearing that purple shirt, just to drive the point home.
So now, I'm at the Cybernook, trying to shake off further swimming anxiety, as well as expectation on how our Filipino 1 group would react to the concept paper I typed in (with Jason's help). I'm waiting for 11.10 to strike so that I can settle down at M316 and shiver in the cold again. And there's Marcia on one terminal, her attention grabbed by miniature characters.
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I'm currently finding an excuse for not studying for my Psychology long test, just because I don't feel like studying for the past hour or so. Obviously, I'm a bit tired of finding blood pressure rates and pulse rates, not to mention running around the corridors of the STRC looking really stupid. Just earlier I was with Ariane and AK in the bus, but without them knowing it. And, yes, Ariane is wearing that purple shirt, just to drive the point home.
So now, I'm at the Cybernook, trying to shake off further swimming anxiety, as well as expectation on how our Filipino 1 group would react to the concept paper I typed in (with Jason's help). I'm waiting for 11.10 to strike so that I can settle down at M316 and shiver in the cold again. And there's Marcia on one terminal, her attention grabbed by miniature characters.
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3/01/2006
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The closing track from Sandwich's new album, Five on the Floor, is apparently inspired, according to my sister, from a scene at the concert in their school, when the audience decided to use their mobiles as glowsticks, and vocalist Raimund Marasigan promising to write a song about it.
I got robbed of my cellphone last night.
There were signs, weirdly. Ariane and Marcia were hinting that they were already home. The days before it seemed I was tinkering with my unit so much I was getting irritated at not getting inconsistent results. And then, I wasn't panicking last night - I had my own cheerleaders for company. Everyone else in the bus, they were sympathizing with me, telling me stories that would've otherwise made me feel a lot more guilty. And, although my mom wasn't quite hysterical, she still succeeded in doing what she does best: make me guilty. But at least I can still retain my present (if you should call it that) cellphone number, since I'm on a plan.
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I got robbed of my cellphone last night.
There were signs, weirdly. Ariane and Marcia were hinting that they were already home. The days before it seemed I was tinkering with my unit so much I was getting irritated at not getting inconsistent results. And then, I wasn't panicking last night - I had my own cheerleaders for company. Everyone else in the bus, they were sympathizing with me, telling me stories that would've otherwise made me feel a lot more guilty. And, although my mom wasn't quite hysterical, she still succeeded in doing what she does best: make me guilty. But at least I can still retain my present (if you should call it that) cellphone number, since I'm on a plan.
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