Red Spoon, at the EGI Tower, is undeniably supposed to be a social divergence point. I'd love to deviate from it - I've been eating there alone for the past few weeks, always ordering their calamares except for that one time when the squid population escaped the kitchen for some reason. I was wondering why Somebody Told Me sounded a bit different - it was extended, it was missing a few synths, and it was missing an adlib. It was a download, I presume - it sounded different, and those guys - the restaurant, not the band - got to show the NBA Finals off cable through a computer set attached to two LCD screens. They're geeks out there, and they're contributing something.
In the middle of the song, a couple came in, the girl jumping around, immediately recognizing the song playing and sang out a lyric I couldn't remember. Then she observed that she's been jumping and dancing around the entire day. They settled on a seat, ordered food, and started to wait. My usual calamares arrived by then. It seemed different.
When Wires came on, I was surprised. I haven't heard that song for a long time, and as far I can remember only four stations (not two like I mentioned before) played it here in Manila. Before I noticed it the couple started kissing. Now that isn't really an unusual scene, but maybe it was me being unexposed for so long, after high school where culture shock gave way for extremely radical outlooks. People were looking at them - could anybody imagine The Sims a notch down? - but they didn't care, until they just ended their kissing and started waiting again. Their food wasn't there, and I was almost finished. I eat quickly, anyway.
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6/30/2006
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6/29/2006
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"About the tag? You'll figure it out sometime."
"Haha. Thanks."
"I dunno. Just felt like it? Is it that hard to let go?"
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"Haha. Thanks."
"I dunno. Just felt like it? Is it that hard to let go?"
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6/29/2006
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I just waited for these to arrive, and we're done.
My apologies for not updating for three days straight. There just wasn't anything happening during those days, even if you consider, say, conversations on vernacular translations (hello Kizia) to conferences on a certain band dedicated to Indian music called Turbandub (hello Huey and Jason). I didn't even have a camera yesterday, even if Nico ceremoniously announced in one of those conferences that he's dropping by the campus. Ale actually requested that I bring a camera, only I couldn't bring it because my parents still had it.
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My apologies for not updating for three days straight. There just wasn't anything happening during those days, even if you consider, say, conversations on vernacular translations (hello Kizia) to conferences on a certain band dedicated to Indian music called Turbandub (hello Huey and Jason). I didn't even have a camera yesterday, even if Nico ceremoniously announced in one of those conferences that he's dropping by the campus. Ale actually requested that I bring a camera, only I couldn't bring it because my parents still had it.
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6/25/2006
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Well, I haven't really got much to say. I am just up at around this time, obviously, fresh from cramming one thing without cramming another - or working on it, for that matter. I somehow didn't feel the need to panic. even if we have to answer three questions for Religion 2 class first thing tomorrow.
In the middle of church service, I didn't notice that Ale had sent me a text message Friday night - I haven't read it, but I haven't erased it either. Of course, I was a bit worried the conversations were too-Kizia too many times - of course, because as Mon said, "give it time, really", and I'm in the starting stretch, obviously - and I mentioned to her (Ale, not Mon, just in case it gets ambiguous) - that I feel that I've talked about her (Kizia - it's really ambiguous this time, isn't it?) too many times to too many people. So, she dropped the line that was some sort of realization.
"And okay lang na siya pag-usapan natin. I promised you I'd listen, right?"
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In the middle of church service, I didn't notice that Ale had sent me a text message Friday night - I haven't read it, but I haven't erased it either. Of course, I was a bit worried the conversations were too-Kizia too many times - of course, because as Mon said, "give it time, really", and I'm in the starting stretch, obviously - and I mentioned to her (Ale, not Mon, just in case it gets ambiguous) - that I feel that I've talked about her (Kizia - it's really ambiguous this time, isn't it?) too many times to too many people. So, she dropped the line that was some sort of realization.
"And okay lang na siya pag-usapan natin. I promised you I'd listen, right?"
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6/24/2006
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Busy. That's how everybody goes about right now.
It's me pretending bacly that there's nothing to do. Or, it could be me doing something terrible. I mentioned to Huey a long time ago that I just started to learn to cram in college, especially because I was such a workaholic in high school I never found time for myself, pretty much. (Ale didn't believe me when I told her that Be[wild]ered was the first night out I ever had. Geez.) That, simply said, led to me having a lot of paranoia issues lately. Maybe I should go see a psychiatrist or something.
But I indeed have a lot to do - posters, exercise rehashes, blog layouts - and yet I still find time to double-click a person's name on Yahoo! Messenger to have a chat. Clarence is online, but I took the liberty to actually ask her whether she's up to something - and she is. Recently Katia and I have not been having conversations, but random exchanges of empty sentences - I guess she's busy as well, with more important things like looking for jobs and dermatologists. Today I decided to chat with Mon, who's been busy with calling me Henrikuh for the past days, if not for school work and BA duties.
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It's me pretending bacly that there's nothing to do. Or, it could be me doing something terrible. I mentioned to Huey a long time ago that I just started to learn to cram in college, especially because I was such a workaholic in high school I never found time for myself, pretty much. (Ale didn't believe me when I told her that Be[wild]ered was the first night out I ever had. Geez.) That, simply said, led to me having a lot of paranoia issues lately. Maybe I should go see a psychiatrist or something.
But I indeed have a lot to do - posters, exercise rehashes, blog layouts - and yet I still find time to double-click a person's name on Yahoo! Messenger to have a chat. Clarence is online, but I took the liberty to actually ask her whether she's up to something - and she is. Recently Katia and I have not been having conversations, but random exchanges of empty sentences - I guess she's busy as well, with more important things like looking for jobs and dermatologists. Today I decided to chat with Mon, who's been busy with calling me Henrikuh for the past days, if not for school work and BA duties.
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6/23/2006
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I know, I haven't been posting photos lately even if I've been taking some for three days in a row. I've been quite busy this week, but I actually agree with what Ariane has said in one of her entries. School's been the same, actually. The only thing that's probably spiced it up, so to speak, is the booth manning schedule, with me seated in front of the desk at idle times, waiting for students to come by and actually ask us questions, or sign up for our supported organization wanna-bes. I've met a lot of people, actually, and despite me not being comfortable at times, especially when conversations switch to spoilers of The OC, it's been really nice. We've just finished cleaning up the booth one last time, and it's been a satisfying experience, especially when you consider all the masking tape, push pins, paper, and bottles of tea used throughout.
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6/22/2006
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Three people had details. I had a rush going through.
Ale was texting me yesterday as I rode the bus home. It was a determination of some sort - not only did I have partly everything figured out, but I had a test as to how I would react. I think I told Clarence yesterday, that it was somehow destined to be. She later proceeded to tell me that what I'm going through right now isn't supposed to be. It isn't right.
I actually expected her to go against what I'm thinking. I myself was confused. I was in the bus and I seemed to have forgotten about it, but not after Ale took the liberty of showing her concern and texted me. By then I had fought the urge to sleep and was answering her. I was a bit happy, though - at least now, as she said, "di ko na masasabing inexperienced [ako]".
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Ale was texting me yesterday as I rode the bus home. It was a determination of some sort - not only did I have partly everything figured out, but I had a test as to how I would react. I think I told Clarence yesterday, that it was somehow destined to be. She later proceeded to tell me that what I'm going through right now isn't supposed to be. It isn't right.
I actually expected her to go against what I'm thinking. I myself was confused. I was in the bus and I seemed to have forgotten about it, but not after Ale took the liberty of showing her concern and texted me. By then I had fought the urge to sleep and was answering her. I was a bit happy, though - at least now, as she said, "di ko na masasabing inexperienced [ako]".
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6/21/2006
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I knew Eena would be up to something as those school organizations paraded around the campus. I don't remember what exactly it was for last term, but she came out in a gown, much like the Santacruzans we've been so used to see every May. This time, I was somehow alert enough to look out for her, and indeed, there she was, giving away postcards from EuropeAid. And she was a mime - dressed up like one, acted like one.
I wondered, really. Isn't it hard to keep quiet?
Kim's been asking me such questions for the past few weeks - few and far between, as it's become one curiosity. Whenever she asks me if I could ever last one hour without talking - even shorter, I guess - I simply answer that I couldn't, and then I proceed to try just that. I still blurt out a few things, though. But of course, it's hard.
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I wondered, really. Isn't it hard to keep quiet?
Kim's been asking me such questions for the past few weeks - few and far between, as it's become one curiosity. Whenever she asks me if I could ever last one hour without talking - even shorter, I guess - I simply answer that I couldn't, and then I proceed to try just that. I still blurt out a few things, though. But of course, it's hard.
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6/20/2006
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Right now Sars is having something printed, and we don't match outfits again. In fact, we're in utter conflict. She's in orange, and I'm in yellow.
She hasn't noticed me, yet. I guess she wouldn't by now. If Ale is to be followed, I'm starting to run out of actual things to say, but she doesn't want to think it's writer's fatigue. She doesn't seem to believe that it's what I think is happening to me. Earlier though I got myself some boost, that for some particular reason I wasn't leaving everything behind. And as I resist every attempt to make my presence felt - this moment, at least, because Sars seems to be busy and I'm growing nosier by the minute...
...I ruined her brochure. Or, it could be my obsessive-compulsive tendencies wanting to make sure the printout is folded the right way. Gosh, I didn't really have to grab her hand and make her notice our costume conflict.
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She hasn't noticed me, yet. I guess she wouldn't by now. If Ale is to be followed, I'm starting to run out of actual things to say, but she doesn't want to think it's writer's fatigue. She doesn't seem to believe that it's what I think is happening to me. Earlier though I got myself some boost, that for some particular reason I wasn't leaving everything behind. And as I resist every attempt to make my presence felt - this moment, at least, because Sars seems to be busy and I'm growing nosier by the minute...
...I ruined her brochure. Or, it could be my obsessive-compulsive tendencies wanting to make sure the printout is folded the right way. Gosh, I didn't really have to grab her hand and make her notice our costume conflict.
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6/19/2006
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Who knows? Maybe the only thing I actually did today, aside from the normal school work, plus forgetting a Religion 2 free cut, is stay at the Miguel lobby watching over sign-up sheets, warning signs, and other people's stuff.
Our first project, Get ORGanized, kicked off today, and so far we've only had around ten respondents to the clubs we're supporting. And, probably more importantly, no ideas for new organizations. Most of the day - obviously most of my free time - was spent fixing up the booth, with my traffic sign going in some particularly unnoticable area, thanks to a lack of traffic cones. There was a lot of glue - it even spilled naughtily, if you think of it that way - and there was a lot more of yellow art paper.
One funny thing, though, was what we had to settle with for setting up those not-quite-elaborately made borders that basically made the under construction theme make sense. We had to settle for push pins because of a lack of thumb tacks, so Yas bought a pack, attempted to push them on hard wood to no avail, and began to make use of her "PhD in carpentry" - got a scissor and began hitting the pins like they were nails.
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Our first project, Get ORGanized, kicked off today, and so far we've only had around ten respondents to the clubs we're supporting. And, probably more importantly, no ideas for new organizations. Most of the day - obviously most of my free time - was spent fixing up the booth, with my traffic sign going in some particularly unnoticable area, thanks to a lack of traffic cones. There was a lot of glue - it even spilled naughtily, if you think of it that way - and there was a lot more of yellow art paper.
One funny thing, though, was what we had to settle with for setting up those not-quite-elaborately made borders that basically made the under construction theme make sense. We had to settle for push pins because of a lack of thumb tacks, so Yas bought a pack, attempted to push them on hard wood to no avail, and began to make use of her "PhD in carpentry" - got a scissor and began hitting the pins like they were nails.
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6/16/2006
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I was talking with Jaja, Kim and Sara regarding that Economics exercise we had to submit. I spent one night, not exactly sleepless, on it - and thankfully, after a few last-minute tweaks and paying more money, we got through it. Oh, and we were dismissed early from that class because Sir Raymundo had to attend some meeting.
In the middle of the conversations, Sars came running. Our outfits matched!
Somehow I thought last night that she wouldn't wear something dark today. I, on the other hand, was reserving my dark shirts for the batch assembly pictorial coming next week. So I decided not to wear one of my blue shirts and, taking a cue from that lecture on color psychology yesterday - that one got a grade of 87% from me - I wore a green shirt.
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In the middle of the conversations, Sars came running. Our outfits matched!
Somehow I thought last night that she wouldn't wear something dark today. I, on the other hand, was reserving my dark shirts for the batch assembly pictorial coming next week. So I decided not to wear one of my blue shirts and, taking a cue from that lecture on color psychology yesterday - that one got a grade of 87% from me - I wore a green shirt.
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6/15/2006
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She was in green and white. I was in dark blue.
We never met, however. I was texting Sars at the bus home in between yesterday afternoon and last night, and we somehow decided not to try so hard today. Thus, "if it's meant to be, it's meant to be" - but we were still somehow excited to see if we would have matching outfits again today.
We didn't try extra hard today. She was in white and a little trace of purple. I was in yellow.
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We never met, however. I was texting Sars at the bus home in between yesterday afternoon and last night, and we somehow decided not to try so hard today. Thus, "if it's meant to be, it's meant to be" - but we were still somehow excited to see if we would have matching outfits again today.
We didn't try extra hard today. She was in white and a little trace of purple. I was in yellow.
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6/14/2006
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It's Wednesday again - another concert, with unknown bands that we somehow want to support, was going on during U-Break. In the midle of everything, I was up there at the SPS Building, waiting to get into the Student Council office for another meeting. I was somehow surprised to hear the voices of Ariane and Kizia resonate from the amphitheater, although Kim mentioned that to me before eight of us went for lunch.
Then again, the only thing I paid attention to, before Nadia texted me trying to confirm my attendance, was Kizia's way of hosting. Well, yes, I've seen Ariane host bits and pieces, but the latter's voice stood out more, at least from the third floor of the building. I don't know why I paid attention - still, it's breaking apart. Except, probably, for the time when the were introducing one band, and it somehow went spectacular-like.
You know, like, ta-dah!
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Then again, the only thing I paid attention to, before Nadia texted me trying to confirm my attendance, was Kizia's way of hosting. Well, yes, I've seen Ariane host bits and pieces, but the latter's voice stood out more, at least from the third floor of the building. I don't know why I paid attention - still, it's breaking apart. Except, probably, for the time when the were introducing one band, and it somehow went spectacular-like.
You know, like, ta-dah!
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6/13/2006
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I put on my polo shirt and thought of what Sars would wear.
Simply because, during the past two school days, we've been wearing color coordinates. For some reason, it's been us wearing some kind of matching outfits. Thursday, I mentioned that we wore Halloween colors, with her in orange and me in black. The next day, it's both of us in the same hue of blue. Then it came about, the half-baked joke that we telepathically communicate before we leave for school talking about what to wear.
When I remembered that thing in my bedroom today, I jokingly put two of my fingers in my head in an attempt to, well, "communicate" my outfit.
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Simply because, during the past two school days, we've been wearing color coordinates. For some reason, it's been us wearing some kind of matching outfits. Thursday, I mentioned that we wore Halloween colors, with her in orange and me in black. The next day, it's both of us in the same hue of blue. Then it came about, the half-baked joke that we telepathically communicate before we leave for school talking about what to wear.
When I remembered that thing in my bedroom today, I jokingly put two of my fingers in my head in an attempt to, well, "communicate" my outfit.
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6/12/2006
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Jana surprised me with a text message as I was in the middle of reading the Bible. (Oh, did I mention I have to? I think I already did.) Apparently Ney from 6cyclemind remembered her, from way back, and now she's got his phone number after she went by one of their gigs.
Lucky girl. Now I couldn't deny her irresistible charms, as I put it.
I could've thrown in the word appeal but I thought it would be really rude.
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Lucky girl. Now I couldn't deny her irresistible charms, as I put it.
I could've thrown in the word appeal but I thought it would be really rude.
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6/11/2006
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Jenn, does the post title seem extraordinarily familiar?
I know that last night would never happen again. I mean, I'm alone at the house, and metaphorical lessons practically point to the fact that it means we're really free only at such circumstances. (Nietszche, anybody?) I would have been happier if not for the fact that only around five people were online last night - and I was online until midnight, mind you. What Jenn and I did last night - what basically amounts to collaborative designing complete with a lot of cramming - was pretty funny, for once. Circumstance was fighting against me, and just when I decided to give it all up, it hanged up on me..
Don't get anything? Don't worry. You're not supposed to.
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I know that last night would never happen again. I mean, I'm alone at the house, and metaphorical lessons practically point to the fact that it means we're really free only at such circumstances. (Nietszche, anybody?) I would have been happier if not for the fact that only around five people were online last night - and I was online until midnight, mind you. What Jenn and I did last night - what basically amounts to collaborative designing complete with a lot of cramming - was pretty funny, for once. Circumstance was fighting against me, and just when I decided to give it all up, it hanged up on me..
Don't get anything? Don't worry. You're not supposed to.
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6/10/2006
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I didn't have to read the entire email, for I knew where it was going - and I'm suddenly reacquainted to how it feels to actually hurt someone. So, if you're going out of your way, don't try to do stuff without anybody else - I seemingly wrecked everybody's efforts, especially Diane's, on that position paper.
So, right, I basically flipped what she did and rewrote it. So much for being somebody for someone.
I'm not letting myself get dragged down by it, though. So far I'm much more worried about not getting into the majors, and I particularly liked what Jackie said. If that proved something, it's that nobody's smug about their positions. Everyone's worried, even those who are in.
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So, right, I basically flipped what she did and rewrote it. So much for being somebody for someone.
I'm not letting myself get dragged down by it, though. So far I'm much more worried about not getting into the majors, and I particularly liked what Jackie said. If that proved something, it's that nobody's smug about their positions. Everyone's worried, even those who are in.
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6/09/2006
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I don't know. I feel tired? I woke up today and, for the first time in weeks, welcomed back the feeling of wanting to sleep further. That, to think that I slept earlier than I could expect. Last night, I was talking to classmates, groupmates and blockmates. Today, I just want to go home and sleep.
Or, maybe I could link you to more important things at hand. Click here for my entry (on Shale) about an impending implosion that could mean plot twists forever.
And then, there was me giving up the apostles, finally, because we had our fourth Religion 2 quiz, and then we watched a couple of translations - Lovers in Paris, thanks to seatmate Joyce - and then, this.
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Or, maybe I could link you to more important things at hand. Click here for my entry (on Shale) about an impending implosion that could mean plot twists forever.
And then, there was me giving up the apostles, finally, because we had our fourth Religion 2 quiz, and then we watched a couple of translations - Lovers in Paris, thanks to seatmate Joyce - and then, this.
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6/08/2006
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I think I've mentioned this before - people suddenly standing out for some reason or another, despite them being there for the longest time. I've had a case of this during the last term, with then nameless, and thus faceless, people simply passing by much earlier, and then suddenly you've got for yourself a case of too many people knwoing you.
Apparently I've gotten used to it, because thanks to circumstances, I'm meeting much more, much sooner - and aside from the initial adjustment, it's not been as shocking as expected.
I'll admit it - it's been starting again since the election campaign. Imagine a conversation over lunch somewhere near Agno with some blockmates, where Jaja mentions Sars as her co-candidate, and I was thinking, "who the heck is she?"
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Apparently I've gotten used to it, because thanks to circumstances, I'm meeting much more, much sooner - and aside from the initial adjustment, it's not been as shocking as expected.
I'll admit it - it's been starting again since the election campaign. Imagine a conversation over lunch somewhere near Agno with some blockmates, where Jaja mentions Sars as her co-candidate, and I was thinking, "who the heck is she?"
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6/07/2006
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Apparently Ebe Dancel was performing with a lot of caffeine on, apparently what he regularly does in every gig he gets himself into. This also means I got autographs from the entire band, with their sweat literally dripping on another one of my notebooks. Surprisingly, though, Jana wasn't there, and to be honest with you I was looking out for her. I even texted her in the middle of the gig, but she hasn't replied yet. To think that she was the one who somehow announced it to the more unaware crowd from within the block - but never mind. I wouldn't even possibly know if she was actually there. One thing I know: there wasn't any slot for her to shine since the amphitheater was packed.
Nothing much really happened today, save for another quiz and an activity where we had to look out for translation mistakes in some subtitled version of Smallville. I thankfully got through that Economics presentation, while bringing home a few questions that Sir Raymundo practically gave away - but not after realizing in the middle of my bus ride that I forgot to bring my collage. How I got my collage is a long, complicated story.
At least, now that I'm over, I could just forget about it next time.
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Nothing much really happened today, save for another quiz and an activity where we had to look out for translation mistakes in some subtitled version of Smallville. I thankfully got through that Economics presentation, while bringing home a few questions that Sir Raymundo practically gave away - but not after realizing in the middle of my bus ride that I forgot to bring my collage. How I got my collage is a long, complicated story.
At least, now that I'm over, I could just forget about it next time.
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6/06/2006
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But is it really supposed to be a positive thing, me finally not minding about what others think?
After I posted my last entry yesterday, I paid my bill, went to the bus, and paid my fare. the girl seated beside me left the bus, and then I realized that my wallet was missing. But of course - she stole it, most definitely! I left the bus, disregarding the payment - DLSU was still in sight - and I huddled in my bag, went back to Netopia, and realized that I left it there. Thank heavens they had it.
So, I guess the collage is bringing me a bit of bad omen because I was trying my best not to forget it.
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After I posted my last entry yesterday, I paid my bill, went to the bus, and paid my fare. the girl seated beside me left the bus, and then I realized that my wallet was missing. But of course - she stole it, most definitely! I left the bus, disregarding the payment - DLSU was still in sight - and I huddled in my bag, went back to Netopia, and realized that I left it there. Thank heavens they had it.
So, I guess the collage is bringing me a bit of bad omen because I was trying my best not to forget it.
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6/05/2006
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If I had everything my way, I would have opened this entry with something similar to everyone, hello from Clark! but obviously it isn't. Yes, I was on vacation for the past weekend, and when I got back home I realized the depth of my isolation from the world when I received twenty-one messages in my inbox, all talking about the same thing - and the funnier part is, it doesn't nudge me much.
Amazingly, lightning were lining the horizon as we went home. It was like, every strike went somewhere. Someone said it before - lightning doesn't strike the same spot twice - and I thought as we went closer to home, lightning will get to us at sometime. And it did get close, because it was a flash rather than a bolt, and then thunder came quickly.
Last night, I was texting Ale, and our topics again jumped from television shows to aesthetics (you know that, right?) to, obviously, departures. I could go on and say the usual "I'm surprised because I ended up giving out inspiration" line - and I just did. It doesn't feel awkward anymore. Thankfully I'm used to the feeling that you're doing something positive for somebody, to the point that I don't end up thinking about what I should say. That tendency - the great mind tendency, trying hard to impress - it just didn't strike.
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Amazingly, lightning were lining the horizon as we went home. It was like, every strike went somewhere. Someone said it before - lightning doesn't strike the same spot twice - and I thought as we went closer to home, lightning will get to us at sometime. And it did get close, because it was a flash rather than a bolt, and then thunder came quickly.
Last night, I was texting Ale, and our topics again jumped from television shows to aesthetics (you know that, right?) to, obviously, departures. I could go on and say the usual "I'm surprised because I ended up giving out inspiration" line - and I just did. It doesn't feel awkward anymore. Thankfully I'm used to the feeling that you're doing something positive for somebody, to the point that I don't end up thinking about what I should say. That tendency - the great mind tendency, trying hard to impress - it just didn't strike.
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6/02/2006
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I can only imagine Ale's reaction when she sees the new splash photo. Or Jill's, for that matter. I couldn't imagine anybody being supersized like this, especially on a blog that's suddenly famous because, partly, people I know have begun seeing the INQ7.net feature. Yesterday MC mentioned it to me, and now Jason has mentioned it.
After getting through the first of possibly many quizzes in Religion 2 - I'll skip Filipino 2 - it's Economics class, and I couldn't find any better quote to use than Jaja's words during the election campaign: "it's work."
Our new teacher, Sir Raymundo - another doctor, yes - has got something really different for us. Everything's literally getting an overhaul, including the grading system and the requirements themselves. Aside from the collage, everything else gets ditched. He's to finally (seriously) give a lecture, not fiddle with a laptop as Malia pointed out with Sir Asuncion. And the (suddenly comprehensive, I presume) final exam is forty percent of our grade.
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After getting through the first of possibly many quizzes in Religion 2 - I'll skip Filipino 2 - it's Economics class, and I couldn't find any better quote to use than Jaja's words during the election campaign: "it's work."
Our new teacher, Sir Raymundo - another doctor, yes - has got something really different for us. Everything's literally getting an overhaul, including the grading system and the requirements themselves. Aside from the collage, everything else gets ditched. He's to finally (seriously) give a lecture, not fiddle with a laptop as Malia pointed out with Sir Asuncion. And the (suddenly comprehensive, I presume) final exam is forty percent of our grade.
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6/01/2006
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Now that the page has loaded and I'm allowed to type in my entry, I found myself wondering about what I'm to write about. I've got pictures and I could probably upload them tomorrow, unless somebody from the ACA forgets the schedule and leaves me alone, again, for two hours at the booth. I've got stories that may not be worth telling. Most importantly, I've got an ego that's not ought to be peeping out of the window.
Last night, Ale texted me pointing out that there are a lot of typographical errors on the new handbook - a surprise observation, because I didn't expect it from her. I haven't picked up my copy yet and read it cover to cover - but I've never done that to the previous handbook. Then started a conversation that I, quite literally, didn't expect to happen, simply because the term just started two weeks ago, and already we're deep into requirements.
But she had another surprise for me. I personally thought she had the tendency to cram a bit - but this one said it all.
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Last night, Ale texted me pointing out that there are a lot of typographical errors on the new handbook - a surprise observation, because I didn't expect it from her. I haven't picked up my copy yet and read it cover to cover - but I've never done that to the previous handbook. Then started a conversation that I, quite literally, didn't expect to happen, simply because the term just started two weeks ago, and already we're deep into requirements.
But she had another surprise for me. I personally thought she had the tendency to cram a bit - but this one said it all.
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