On a gloomy note, I still feel unappreciated. Don't get me wrong - today was a bit hyperactive, thanks to some world domination thing Jason was cooking up around his video - and, fortunately, he's one step ahead because almost everybody who went out of M308 after the video was released was going "aral, aral, aral" afterwards. I did his CD cover this time - actually a collaborative effort between my software, Jason's criticism and Huey's photo idea during the garage sale - and those who saw it, at least those near my side, were amazed.
Jason just dropped this line through YM. "Nga pala," he said. "You are part of this world domination thing."
So my train of thought has been jumping around the phrase unappreciation recently. I don't know - despite the people getting (still) surprised at what I do, and people gushing over me, there are still patches of that nobody-seems-to-really-care attitude. Or it could be me - as Meg just dropped, I've been worrying too much - but then again, it seems my entire life I've felt like people were there for what I do, and now for what I am. So maybe that sums up the unappreciated thing. And, although laughter is the remark I usually give out from remarks like Jason's, it sometimes just doesn't make it.
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7/31/2006
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7/30/2006
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This happens rarely. Give me a chance.
As I slept another typhoon found itself stranded in our little country, bringing yet more rain to an already saturated region, and an already depressed heart. My usual excuse states that idleness causes me to think, and thus make things much worse, especially if I'm in the middle of some upheaval, and today's been no exception. The rain isn't that hard, and there doesn't seem to be a possibility of another wave of class suspensions, but it's sufficiently dark to keep me gloomy in the coming days.
Don't get me wrong - I've been sufficiently happy since classes resumed last Wednesday. I think school work, as much as I want to hate them, has become some sort of stress release. It's something that keeps my mind off things - me off worrying too much about things that either wouldn't come or would amount to something really insignificant. And, no, don't get me wrong - I'm half-certain that it's a diferent case this time. Or maybe I'm really unsure.
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As I slept another typhoon found itself stranded in our little country, bringing yet more rain to an already saturated region, and an already depressed heart. My usual excuse states that idleness causes me to think, and thus make things much worse, especially if I'm in the middle of some upheaval, and today's been no exception. The rain isn't that hard, and there doesn't seem to be a possibility of another wave of class suspensions, but it's sufficiently dark to keep me gloomy in the coming days.
Don't get me wrong - I've been sufficiently happy since classes resumed last Wednesday. I think school work, as much as I want to hate them, has become some sort of stress release. It's something that keeps my mind off things - me off worrying too much about things that either wouldn't come or would amount to something really insignificant. And, no, don't get me wrong - I'm half-certain that it's a diferent case this time. Or maybe I'm really unsure.
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7/29/2006
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If it seemed any fun, waking up at five in the morning, in my case, last happened during CWTS class, at a time when people weren't willing to leave at eight. Disregard the make-up class and destiny playing a bad game as I met with Joyce for lunch afterwards - hours before I was standing in front of Les' gate, pressing the doorbell, waiting for somebody to answer.
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7/28/2006
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After all the harm has been done, all the money has been spent and all the expletives I could possibly use have been used, I was breathing deeply while laughing in between. Of course, it wasn't just me who was terribly affected by the two-hour My.Lasalle server crash (or three, for I was going home in the middle of it). I was reading three blogs - Ariane's, Clarence's and Kizia's - and all that they were saying was this: the process sucks. And, as much as it is more convenient compared with others who have to run to offices, fall in line and sweat it out, we instead settle for the comfort of our own homes, or the Internet café, and simply enter our details. On the side, we know about how much we have to pay faster than probably anybody else.
That naturally means everybody wants first - and everybody wants good slots - and everybody got a server that cannot accept further requests. And I remember telling Jenn, who was waiting with me somewhere else for the clock to hit three, something like two terms' worth of refunds. And, of course, quadruple the current capacity of the servers. I was walking home and was only thinking of upgrades.
Well, at least I got the same slots I (somehow) reserved before the downtime began at fifteen past two. After the (still hard but pretty easy) Economics test, I had six seats reserved at the farther Netopia branch and started to wait for 14.00 to strike. I got almost all the slots I wanted, except for Broadcasting class on Wednesday which was on-demand since yesterday - I ended up getting the same class on a Friday, which means I only have one class on Wednesdays, plus U-Break and possibly a few SC meetings scattered. Speaking of which, I'll really go home later than expected.
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That naturally means everybody wants first - and everybody wants good slots - and everybody got a server that cannot accept further requests. And I remember telling Jenn, who was waiting with me somewhere else for the clock to hit three, something like two terms' worth of refunds. And, of course, quadruple the current capacity of the servers. I was walking home and was only thinking of upgrades.
Well, at least I got the same slots I (somehow) reserved before the downtime began at fifteen past two. After the (still hard but pretty easy) Economics test, I had six seats reserved at the farther Netopia branch and started to wait for 14.00 to strike. I got almost all the slots I wanted, except for Broadcasting class on Wednesday which was on-demand since yesterday - I ended up getting the same class on a Friday, which means I only have one class on Wednesdays, plus U-Break and possibly a few SC meetings scattered. Speaking of which, I'll really go home later than expected.
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7/27/2006
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Something's terribly wrong, and even I don't know what it's all about.
For all I know, though, it's not about who's with my company, or whether Miss Averion's classes are losing slots (which means I would have to follow Rainy's advice around how to deal with Miss Diaz), or whether I haven't studied much for Economics class, or me getting dizzy before the Batch Assembly meeting. It feels nauseating, though. For some reason not everybody seems to care.
I did bring a camera, but I wasn't motivated enough to do things with it, although I did take funny photos.
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For all I know, though, it's not about who's with my company, or whether Miss Averion's classes are losing slots (which means I would have to follow Rainy's advice around how to deal with Miss Diaz), or whether I haven't studied much for Economics class, or me getting dizzy before the Batch Assembly meeting. It feels nauseating, though. For some reason not everybody seems to care.
I did bring a camera, but I wasn't motivated enough to do things with it, although I did take funny photos.
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7/26/2006
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I got emotional as well, and I don't know why. I was going through Nico's photos - actually old photos, dating back as far as our first term - and I was in the middle of reminiscing about how young we entered college - and how mature we already seem. Then I realize they've been uploaded months before he left the country - almost a year ago, to be exact.
Well, today's gone weirdly well, if not for the stuff that I belatedly realized have piled up on me - an article on the SONA, an article on Get ORGanized, many articles for that research we're up to, and most importantly, the other half of that Economics test. So far not everybody's finished their first half - as far as I know (I've been saying this since the suspensions), only me and Cuyeg got to submit our booklets, and even he was saying he didn't do much on the calculations. I remember Apple (a classmate since last term) actually wishing I don't get the highest grade, since apparently Sir Raymundo said, when the two of us finished were out, that he'd base the gardes on whoever gets the highest grades. And, as much as I felt relaxed in the middle of the test, I don't feel any confident. I suddenly realize I possibly did a lot of things wrong.
Before that, well, nothing much. It's just me getting reused to going back to school, after two days of suspensions (and actual uncertainty, since apparently some went to school yesterday and had classes regardless of the announcement) and fears of me going to school late because of the rain (which is weirdly gone, going against tradition of rain marking my brother's birthday) and the Baclaran devotees. Nothing much was different, except probably for the freshman election campsigns which we aren't supposed to feel (but we nevertheless did, partly thanks to Les) and some teachers being under the weather. Oh, and Jaja's hair looked different today. (I'm really, really sorry. That reminds me of the adminsitration!)
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Well, today's gone weirdly well, if not for the stuff that I belatedly realized have piled up on me - an article on the SONA, an article on Get ORGanized, many articles for that research we're up to, and most importantly, the other half of that Economics test. So far not everybody's finished their first half - as far as I know (I've been saying this since the suspensions), only me and Cuyeg got to submit our booklets, and even he was saying he didn't do much on the calculations. I remember Apple (a classmate since last term) actually wishing I don't get the highest grade, since apparently Sir Raymundo said, when the two of us finished were out, that he'd base the gardes on whoever gets the highest grades. And, as much as I felt relaxed in the middle of the test, I don't feel any confident. I suddenly realize I possibly did a lot of things wrong.
Before that, well, nothing much. It's just me getting reused to going back to school, after two days of suspensions (and actual uncertainty, since apparently some went to school yesterday and had classes regardless of the announcement) and fears of me going to school late because of the rain (which is weirdly gone, going against tradition of rain marking my brother's birthday) and the Baclaran devotees. Nothing much was different, except probably for the freshman election campsigns which we aren't supposed to feel (but we nevertheless did, partly thanks to Les) and some teachers being under the weather. Oh, and Jaja's hair looked different today. (I'm really, really sorry. That reminds me of the adminsitration!)
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7/25/2006
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For once I had the chance to sleep at around nine last night, and of course it felt much better because it was raining - and thus the cooler weather - as well as the fact that classes would finally push through the next day. Hours before, though, I was online and a few asked me whether there would be classes. My answer? "As far as I know, yes."
I woke up by myself, feeling my mobile vibrate - I left it on and put it in silent mode - and realized that eight messages were waiting for me. A few were asking me for confirmation that classes were indeed suspended. A couple, though - one from Sars coursed through Ale, the other from Nadia - announced it belatedly, again. Classes are suspended - for one more day.
Of course I wasn't happy. I might have been the last to know - and so could have been a few others, since Nadia sent the message at midnight, three hours into my (for once) deep sleep. I wasn't hysterical, but I was partly worried. What'd happen next?
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I woke up by myself, feeling my mobile vibrate - I left it on and put it in silent mode - and realized that eight messages were waiting for me. A few were asking me for confirmation that classes were indeed suspended. A couple, though - one from Sars coursed through Ale, the other from Nadia - announced it belatedly, again. Classes are suspended - for one more day.
Of course I wasn't happy. I might have been the last to know - and so could have been a few others, since Nadia sent the message at midnight, three hours into my (for once) deep sleep. I wasn't hysterical, but I was partly worried. What'd happen next?
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7/24/2006
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Obviously classes are suspended, or else I wouldn't have written an entry about today and last night. I would've been spending my entire night making sense out of our (still suspended as of today) Economics long test, and as of last night it seemed there's no stopping it - until I decided to flip around AM stations and chanced upon the words I never expected to hear. "Classes suspended."
Two hours later I had alerted a few people and sent out a million text messages, all copies of that SC announcement I was silently bugging Nadia to confirm to me. Classes were indeed suspended, and that means the test's moved, online enrollment's been moved (or maybe not, since apparently some who can avail of advance enrollment have enrolled), and everything slated on a Monday's been put on hold. We're already lagging behind in lab class, so we don't need this, right?
Wait. Economics class has taken our weekends already, save for Mga Kuwento ni Lola Basyang last Saturday. I'm too lazy to upload photos on the blog right now, but they're up nevertheless. In a nutshell, though, it is a really crazy play, and I ended up bringing Ale, Steph, Sara, Huey and Jill with me on the trip home. Really fun stuff, although I still couldn't always relate.
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Two hours later I had alerted a few people and sent out a million text messages, all copies of that SC announcement I was silently bugging Nadia to confirm to me. Classes were indeed suspended, and that means the test's moved, online enrollment's been moved (or maybe not, since apparently some who can avail of advance enrollment have enrolled), and everything slated on a Monday's been put on hold. We're already lagging behind in lab class, so we don't need this, right?
Wait. Economics class has taken our weekends already, save for Mga Kuwento ni Lola Basyang last Saturday. I'm too lazy to upload photos on the blog right now, but they're up nevertheless. In a nutshell, though, it is a really crazy play, and I ended up bringing Ale, Steph, Sara, Huey and Jill with me on the trip home. Really fun stuff, although I still couldn't always relate.
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7/21/2006
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"I'll be in Seoul for my job training starting Monday."
In those times when one of those people you've surprisingly trusted leaves, you're left with, well, one pillar less to hang on to. That couldn't be any solicited response because, well, it's not supposed to be such a reaction. To be quite honest, I was saddened when Katia texted me saying she's leaving the country for nine weeks. Then, most definitely, it's going to be scattered visits, scattered chats.
Why do I feel so sad about it?
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In those times when one of those people you've surprisingly trusted leaves, you're left with, well, one pillar less to hang on to. That couldn't be any solicited response because, well, it's not supposed to be such a reaction. To be quite honest, I was saddened when Katia texted me saying she's leaving the country for nine weeks. Then, most definitely, it's going to be scattered visits, scattered chats.
Why do I feel so sad about it?
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7/20/2006
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Running to the bookstore wearing a long-sleeved polo isn't recommended, especially when the one person you're chasing is running late and has to get to a long exam. That's exactly the reason why you shouldn't wake up at 04.00 and sleep again an hour later.
Got it, Ariane?
It's another speech day today, and I was zoning out, taking advantage of Sir Camua not showing up again for class, to get prepared. Admittedly my slide show was rushed last night, and I was pretty unsure about what to say. I could even imagine me giving a really disjointed speech, and then I wouldn't make really good sense, especially when you imagine Tuesday's speeches to be really interesting. And, since I knew (from experience) that M315 would be emptied around fifteen minutes before that Economics class was supposed to be dismissed, I thought it'd be the best place to zone out and think of things to say. Oh, and of course, it was not breezing well at the Miguel lobby.
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Got it, Ariane?
It's another speech day today, and I was zoning out, taking advantage of Sir Camua not showing up again for class, to get prepared. Admittedly my slide show was rushed last night, and I was pretty unsure about what to say. I could even imagine me giving a really disjointed speech, and then I wouldn't make really good sense, especially when you imagine Tuesday's speeches to be really interesting. And, since I knew (from experience) that M315 would be emptied around fifteen minutes before that Economics class was supposed to be dismissed, I thought it'd be the best place to zone out and think of things to say. Oh, and of course, it was not breezing well at the Miguel lobby.
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7/18/2006
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Well, I've got to update my blog once in a while. I mean, I could go on and complain about being very, very depressed and yet nothing good would happen simply because I'm not doing anything about it. Or, maybe I'm suffering from synthetic depression - that thing, you know, when the dark skies come in patches but doesn't affect you anywhere else.
At the back of my head, though, something's telling me that I shouldn't be blogging, simply because I should be instead working on, say, my English 3 presentation (surprisingly, my midterm grade's a 96) or my eight-question-long Religion 2 long test. I'm still bound by DLSU territory, thanks to two meetings, both for the LA Core, and this all means I'll be looking for the bus at an ungodly time of six o'clock. (Simply because, obviously, it's hard to find a bus, even ones with only standing room, at that time, much more thirty minutes later. Oh, please pray for me even if you haven't read this yet.)
Everything else points nowhere, though. Nothing interesting's been happening during the past two days, and thanks to a string of events - both traumatic or afective - during the past week, I'm still suffering from synthetic depression. During breaks, if not for music, I would find myself dropping dead in the middle of the road. (Of course I didn't mean that literally. How do you think would I write this entry without freaking out people seeing a keyboard that types by itself?) I talk with people and it seems nothing much happens out of it.
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At the back of my head, though, something's telling me that I shouldn't be blogging, simply because I should be instead working on, say, my English 3 presentation (surprisingly, my midterm grade's a 96) or my eight-question-long Religion 2 long test. I'm still bound by DLSU territory, thanks to two meetings, both for the LA Core, and this all means I'll be looking for the bus at an ungodly time of six o'clock. (Simply because, obviously, it's hard to find a bus, even ones with only standing room, at that time, much more thirty minutes later. Oh, please pray for me even if you haven't read this yet.)
Everything else points nowhere, though. Nothing interesting's been happening during the past two days, and thanks to a string of events - both traumatic or afective - during the past week, I'm still suffering from synthetic depression. During breaks, if not for music, I would find myself dropping dead in the middle of the road. (Of course I didn't mean that literally. How do you think would I write this entry without freaking out people seeing a keyboard that types by itself?) I talk with people and it seems nothing much happens out of it.
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7/15/2006
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Nico's probably been flying for twelve hours now, and he'll probably land at around six more. I honestly wonder how it feels to be in that airplane, leaving everything behind, starting again. And as I struggle with finding people to interview - literally, thanks to not having much public school teachers to work with, much more public college teachers - I end up, well, blogging.
And, most importantly, cramming, although it's just Saturday.
Yes, I'm a terrible crammer. Cramming at the wrong time, each and every time.
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And, most importantly, cramming, although it's just Saturday.
Yes, I'm a terrible crammer. Cramming at the wrong time, each and every time.
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7/14/2006
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I was reading - actually, rereading - Kizia's blog and realized one line striked the most.
Too much drama is bad for the heart.
Mon and I agreed that today was kinda off, which is a weird thing considering it's a Friday. "Fridays are supposed to be fun," I even said. But today everybody seems affected by something, even I got affected and felt as depressed as the elephants in some magazine I've read in my childhood, especially in the afternoon. The aircon was so cold, and so was the day.
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Too much drama is bad for the heart.
Mon and I agreed that today was kinda off, which is a weird thing considering it's a Friday. "Fridays are supposed to be fun," I even said. But today everybody seems affected by something, even I got affected and felt as depressed as the elephants in some magazine I've read in my childhood, especially in the afternoon. The aircon was so cold, and so was the day.
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7/13/2006
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If not for me feeling so bad about how my special mentions of Ale have terribly gone out, another one came in during one of the Dance-a-Parable practice sessions. I was resting somewhere at the Yuchengco lobby when Cuyeg came in, introducing my blockmates to this Nico guy.
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7/12/2006
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At around 11.20 today classes were suspended. It couldn't have gone at a worse time, with me having already gritted my teeth for a second day in a row, decided to walk a longer distance with five minutes remaining before the bell, and get into the classroom late expecting a few questions for Religion 2 class. The next thing I knew Sir Puno had practically called off the class, since he was feeling under the weather as well, and the entire campus was running on generators for the entire first period.
I then spent an extra hour at the LSSC booth with Nadia and Mae. Now it was an extra hour because the shift I was assigned to was supposed to be anytime about now, but thanks (or no thanks) to the suspension I never got to do it. The hour was scattered with coffee cups, the two girls singing along, and me singing to Joss Stone on Malia's iPod nano. And then there was Yvette borrowing my Economics book again, with that ending up getting pretty wet thanks to the fast raindrops. I was uncomfortable sitting on what used to be a water pipe - the booth had to be sheltered - but it had to happen somehow.
During then Mae was asking me about what I was doing at the Tas Trans terminal yesterday, and then began another explanation as to how I get to school and get back home. Oh, and us telling Yvette the benefits of living in the south - yes, Tas Trans against the trains. And then we were up the stairs, and the speculation began. Later, the text messages. Further in, the confirmation.
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I then spent an extra hour at the LSSC booth with Nadia and Mae. Now it was an extra hour because the shift I was assigned to was supposed to be anytime about now, but thanks (or no thanks) to the suspension I never got to do it. The hour was scattered with coffee cups, the two girls singing along, and me singing to Joss Stone on Malia's iPod nano. And then there was Yvette borrowing my Economics book again, with that ending up getting pretty wet thanks to the fast raindrops. I was uncomfortable sitting on what used to be a water pipe - the booth had to be sheltered - but it had to happen somehow.
During then Mae was asking me about what I was doing at the Tas Trans terminal yesterday, and then began another explanation as to how I get to school and get back home. Oh, and us telling Yvette the benefits of living in the south - yes, Tas Trans against the trains. And then we were up the stairs, and the speculation began. Later, the text messages. Further in, the confirmation.
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7/11/2006
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Her green index cards found a way to fly to me. I struggled to pick them up, and when I did, I gave it to her. I diverted my attention back to the speaker, partly because somehow that song's been playing on my head again, and also to the laptop which has been beeping the entire morning, until it decided to die and rise from the dead. And then I heard a ripping sound.
She's ripped apart her index cards. So much for the effort.
Why aren't there damsels in eustress?
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She's ripped apart her index cards. So much for the effort.
Why aren't there damsels in eustress?
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7/10/2006
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I can't believe the apparent grainyness of Malia's camera tricked me into believing Cor was actually Lau. So I stand corrected - it is Cor on the photo in that funny pose. Still doesn't look like it, though - except under closer scrutiny, of course.
Before getting into the bus, I was contemplating about another one of those departure-themed entries, thanks to yesterday (and Saturday for some). Before I got all smushed-up today due to a mix-up in Filipino 2 class, there was a lot of mention of the demand for Filipino teachers in Calfornia after Arnold Schwarzenegger had Filipino as a choice for second language classes, apparently. So, the term "brain drain", thrown around Economics class during my high school days, came back to memory. As Miss Ayie put it, "brain drain, brain drain, brain drain?"
It's usually portrayed as something negative - we lose people, we lose resources, we lose money in the long run - but apparently it does wonders as well. Think about this.
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Before getting into the bus, I was contemplating about another one of those departure-themed entries, thanks to yesterday (and Saturday for some). Before I got all smushed-up today due to a mix-up in Filipino 2 class, there was a lot of mention of the demand for Filipino teachers in Calfornia after Arnold Schwarzenegger had Filipino as a choice for second language classes, apparently. So, the term "brain drain", thrown around Economics class during my high school days, came back to memory. As Miss Ayie put it, "brain drain, brain drain, brain drain?"
It's usually portrayed as something negative - we lose people, we lose resources, we lose money in the long run - but apparently it does wonders as well. Think about this.
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7/09/2006
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You may be thinking, what's Niko thinking when he launched, among all things, Nico Manga week?
I don't know, really. I have entries lined up, yes, but not my take on what happened yesterday (because in the first place I wasn't in it, but I knew about it), because I couldn't possibly write anything about it without my initial concerns of "[pageepal] sa BonoSoc", as I told Nico earlier. Then again, I think I've got enough reasons to do so.
Oh, and also, I've never done a theme week before. I think I've spent too much time thinking about this.
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I don't know, really. I have entries lined up, yes, but not my take on what happened yesterday (because in the first place I wasn't in it, but I knew about it), because I couldn't possibly write anything about it without my initial concerns of "[pageepal] sa BonoSoc", as I told Nico earlier. Then again, I think I've got enough reasons to do so.
Oh, and also, I've never done a theme week before. I think I've spent too much time thinking about this.
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7/08/2006
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The way Katia put it perfectly describes what I'm going through recently. Mood swing.
It's happened to me so many times already, whenever somebody comes in and explains, in one phrase or two, things I'm not aware are happening, or I'm not at a grasp to describe. Probably it's why I've somehow learned to rely partly, if not entirely, on other people to somehow come and save me, so to speak. I've been leaning too much on people, for possibly every purpose, from reassurances to my very sanity. Now, though, I think I'm just getting used to walking out doors on wobbly steps. I think I'm just starting to learn to walk.
I'm somehow adamant recently to tell everyone that this mood swing isn't a result of some discovery, of some revelation. I know, people commit mistakes, but now I'd like to attribute everything to stress, to drowsiness, to having no connection whatsoever to anything that currently matters. I somehow think I'm living inside some soap bubble that's been made extra strong so that it wouldn't break, which means the things that used to affect me a lot just doesn't.
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It's happened to me so many times already, whenever somebody comes in and explains, in one phrase or two, things I'm not aware are happening, or I'm not at a grasp to describe. Probably it's why I've somehow learned to rely partly, if not entirely, on other people to somehow come and save me, so to speak. I've been leaning too much on people, for possibly every purpose, from reassurances to my very sanity. Now, though, I think I'm just getting used to walking out doors on wobbly steps. I think I'm just starting to learn to walk.
I'm somehow adamant recently to tell everyone that this mood swing isn't a result of some discovery, of some revelation. I know, people commit mistakes, but now I'd like to attribute everything to stress, to drowsiness, to having no connection whatsoever to anything that currently matters. I somehow think I'm living inside some soap bubble that's been made extra strong so that it wouldn't break, which means the things that used to affect me a lot just doesn't.
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7/07/2006
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"Nakatitig lang siya," I whispered while staring closely at her eyes. "Nakatitig lang siya."
"Okey lang yan," Marcia replied.
I was then surprised. I was with her at Cybernook during out break, and there were four other blockmates either using the computers or waiting for their slots. Kevin was there, trying to find a way to reactivate his Xanga blog (and thus get linked again on my blog), and then there were Kizia, Jana and Clarence getting in between papers and YouTube. So of course I was surprised with Marcia's reaction, because again - and I couldn't blame them - they thought I was referring to Kizia again. Fact was, though, she was intently watching some video, and my back was not exactly turned at her.
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"Okey lang yan," Marcia replied.
I was then surprised. I was with her at Cybernook during out break, and there were four other blockmates either using the computers or waiting for their slots. Kevin was there, trying to find a way to reactivate his Xanga blog (and thus get linked again on my blog), and then there were Kizia, Jana and Clarence getting in between papers and YouTube. So of course I was surprised with Marcia's reaction, because again - and I couldn't blame them - they thought I was referring to Kizia again. Fact was, though, she was intently watching some video, and my back was not exactly turned at her.
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7/06/2006
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So I'll admit it. There's this one girl in speech class that always - always - grabs my attention. I remember telling Huey one day why the song that goes there's always something there to remind me plays in my head every time Computer class ends and I drag myself to either M315, that freezer, or to M407. I'm not exactly anticipating her arrival, though. I've mentioned the term insignificant bleep one time too many, and I guess this time I'm content with having her as one of those "casual crushes", as Jason called it.
Then again, there's been the recent wave of - yes, shudder at the mention of this - uninspiration. I've mentioned that term one time too many as well - on the blog, I could just lose my fingers counting direct mentions or implications.
I've been riding the bus home with Charmaine, a classmate from last term, for two days straight now. I didn't even expect her to live in the Las Piñas area until she came into the freezing bus yesterday and we talked about everything. Oh, and if you don't remember her, or refuse to remember her, she's the ID 104 girl who's been ceremoniouslt delayed, and is responsible for, among all things, tying that ribbon that made the book and the rose make more sense. Simply said, she knows almost everything as well, and she bothered to ask me in a juncture in my life when all I wanted to do was sleep when I get home. Of course, it didn't help. I've been seeing too many signs during this week.
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Then again, there's been the recent wave of - yes, shudder at the mention of this - uninspiration. I've mentioned that term one time too many as well - on the blog, I could just lose my fingers counting direct mentions or implications.
I've been riding the bus home with Charmaine, a classmate from last term, for two days straight now. I didn't even expect her to live in the Las Piñas area until she came into the freezing bus yesterday and we talked about everything. Oh, and if you don't remember her, or refuse to remember her, she's the ID 104 girl who's been ceremoniouslt delayed, and is responsible for, among all things, tying that ribbon that made the book and the rose make more sense. Simply said, she knows almost everything as well, and she bothered to ask me in a juncture in my life when all I wanted to do was sleep when I get home. Of course, it didn't help. I've been seeing too many signs during this week.
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7/05/2006
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I had Google define condescending, some random word Sudoy uttered out last night. It wasn't helpful, so I had it define condescension instead. Apparently, the trait of displaying arrogance by patronizing those considered inferior.
Everybody on the conference yesterday tried to avert me getting offended over what Jason was saying, the reason why Sudoy propped the word. Despite my (apparently) wide English grasp, I haven't encountered the word previously with a back-up knowledge on at least what it's supposed to be about. They didn't have to panic, though - in the middle of Jason asking me to not ever try to be cool, I was keeping mine, because I knew I wasn't. Besides, why overreact about seven straight raised eyebrows on YM?
Intimidation? I'm still guessing.
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Everybody on the conference yesterday tried to avert me getting offended over what Jason was saying, the reason why Sudoy propped the word. Despite my (apparently) wide English grasp, I haven't encountered the word previously with a back-up knowledge on at least what it's supposed to be about. They didn't have to panic, though - in the middle of Jason asking me to not ever try to be cool, I was keeping mine, because I knew I wasn't. Besides, why overreact about seven straight raised eyebrows on YM?
Intimidation? I'm still guessing.
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7/04/2006
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But of course, everybody now knows what just happened last night. Thanks to Ariane's unsuspecting tip, I alerted an unsuspecting online population and had ten people talk to me, all at the same time, about the majors application - and, of course, I'd not want to write it all over again, but instead I'll link you again to Shale. But definitely it wasn't the entirety of my day, although it took over most of it, thanks to nerves and the meeting.
I was surprised to read that I was first in last term's dean's list - I mean, I did expect to be back, but not with that big a vengeance from dropping out due to Algebra class. Ariane closely followed me with 3.7 flat. I was getting further jittery at G404, since I was by then already writing that entry on the accepted list (and, of course, the waiting list). I was getting to Ian and Kevin (and, to some extent, Korinne) as we waited for fifteen minutes, again, for Sir Camua to come in. Also I was shaking hands with Cam, and was (obviously) grinning profusely at Piyar, with single realizations shocking me singlehandedly.
So English 3 somehow bored me. My thoughts were still at how we would deal with the meeting, all fifteen (or sixteen) of us, as well as with comforting Huey. At the break I was at lunch with the BonoSoc - already a usual scene, actually, if not solo - and was tuning in to Malia's iPod nano, while the owner went "scratch kitty!" to Jill. In between I was, well, half-jittery and half-bored, since somehow time flew so slow.
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I was surprised to read that I was first in last term's dean's list - I mean, I did expect to be back, but not with that big a vengeance from dropping out due to Algebra class. Ariane closely followed me with 3.7 flat. I was getting further jittery at G404, since I was by then already writing that entry on the accepted list (and, of course, the waiting list). I was getting to Ian and Kevin (and, to some extent, Korinne) as we waited for fifteen minutes, again, for Sir Camua to come in. Also I was shaking hands with Cam, and was (obviously) grinning profusely at Piyar, with single realizations shocking me singlehandedly.
So English 3 somehow bored me. My thoughts were still at how we would deal with the meeting, all fifteen (or sixteen) of us, as well as with comforting Huey. At the break I was at lunch with the BonoSoc - already a usual scene, actually, if not solo - and was tuning in to Malia's iPod nano, while the owner went "scratch kitty!" to Jill. In between I was, well, half-jittery and half-bored, since somehow time flew so slow.
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7/03/2006
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I hate destiny. Firefox - it's Firefox, take note - hanged up on me just as I was to finish my latest entry. Now I don't want to talk about everything I was to write because they're off my head in the first place.
I'll be honest. I don't remember them all.
I do remember, though, that before the application hanged up I was in the middle of typing Meg's name, along with something about past conversations applying to her before applying to me. Oh, I also remember mentioning Cuyeg's name before that. (I think I need some assistance or the Rememberall, if I spelled it right.)
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I'll be honest. I don't remember them all.
I do remember, though, that before the application hanged up I was in the middle of typing Meg's name, along with something about past conversations applying to her before applying to me. Oh, I also remember mentioning Cuyeg's name before that. (I think I need some assistance or the Rememberall, if I spelled it right.)
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