My unofficial target today is to make it to the four hundred entry mark before, well, I lose the chance of making it to four hundred entries. By the way, this is entry three hundred ninety-four.
Same thing, though, if I'd aim to make it to that achievement (if we should call it that) then it means I would have to make more entries that don't make sense (and, if you're Ale, we'll call it as that inside joke only we understand - you still remember the emails?). So much for actually putting an effort to make entries that people would actually read.
If you're like me and you've got nothing to do, then basically you'll end up thinking in bullet points. My day's been practically peppered with one-liners and the blanket sadness that found its way to my psyche last night. Or maybe it's because I watched the Emmys all by myself and got caught up with the tributes. Last night - and this morning, obviously - I was texting Issa again and found myself making absolutely no sense. Just what I feared - and just what I needed the most, an appropriate distraction winning the battle against heavy eyes and everything else.
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8/29/2006
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8/28/2006
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Slept at two, woke at eight. Listened to Mo, then to Trish, then had both of them shut up and turned to ANC. Had the anchors shut up and flicked on the PC.
And so began my journey of self-discovery and self-realization, one marked by chances, opportunities and the occasional flying unicorn. And, after all of this, one thing.
I am bored.
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And so began my journey of self-discovery and self-realization, one marked by chances, opportunities and the occasional flying unicorn. And, after all of this, one thing.
I am bored.
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8/27/2006
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I've been practically on holiday for the past five days or so, and yet I haven't written much things here (but some know I've written a lot on Shale, my more serious blog) simply because, ironically, nothing's passed by lately. The last thing I would be doing is tell Jan that I'm actually losing inspiration again - a complete irony from what I said last Wednesday - but actually I already had something to write by Friday. Only thing is, I forgot everything.
Blame the holidays. For the past days I've been in front of the PC, at least on weekdays, for a minimum of five hours a day, and all I've been doing is switch frequencies, edit thumbnails, and think of layouts. It's not nice to have only three people online in an afternoon, and all of them are "on SMS" at that - it just makes for a boring afternoon, and weirdly, a sleepless night.
Again my days have collapsed to a routine - wake up at around eight (and miss, without much consequences, Mo Twister's show), eat, take a bath, sit in front of the PC, and afterwards spend the night in between switching radio stations and texting Issa. I usually sleep at around eleven, but if both of us can't seem to fall asleep - which is always the case, because Issa never sleeps early and I am kept up by watching Bandila - we just text each other to death until half past midnight.
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Blame the holidays. For the past days I've been in front of the PC, at least on weekdays, for a minimum of five hours a day, and all I've been doing is switch frequencies, edit thumbnails, and think of layouts. It's not nice to have only three people online in an afternoon, and all of them are "on SMS" at that - it just makes for a boring afternoon, and weirdly, a sleepless night.
Again my days have collapsed to a routine - wake up at around eight (and miss, without much consequences, Mo Twister's show), eat, take a bath, sit in front of the PC, and afterwards spend the night in between switching radio stations and texting Issa. I usually sleep at around eleven, but if both of us can't seem to fall asleep - which is always the case, because Issa never sleeps early and I am kept up by watching Bandila - we just text each other to death until half past midnight.
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8/23/2006
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Sentimental happiness, as I described it to Issa early this morning.
And, quite personally, I don't really understand what was up with me yesterday. Despite the two final exam I had to take, I even spent the time to get into an empty classroom and feel the urge to shout it all out. For once, I was feeling a sense of happiness I never felt before; it wasn't like what I felt when, for example, I finally gave Kizia that birthday gift of mine, or when I was given another chance to get into the major subjects. I wasn't just being relieved.
As I said, I was sentimentally happy.
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And, quite personally, I don't really understand what was up with me yesterday. Despite the two final exam I had to take, I even spent the time to get into an empty classroom and feel the urge to shout it all out. For once, I was feeling a sense of happiness I never felt before; it wasn't like what I felt when, for example, I finally gave Kizia that birthday gift of mine, or when I was given another chance to get into the major subjects. I wasn't just being relieved.
As I said, I was sentimentally happy.
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8/19/2006
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8/17/2006
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Today I realized again why I had a crush on Ale.
Or maybe you could call it another sugar rush. I couldn't blame anybody - somehow, today, I wasn't exposed to the world, limiting myself to the classrooms where I was supposed to go. I actually came in late to our last English 3 class because there was a really long copying job ongoing when I was waiting for my copies of our evaluation sheets for the impromptu speeches. To make it more specific, Toni actually passed by because I never got to reply to her text message asking me to, well, photocopy the forms. I was too busy evaluating (and, consequently, giving low grades) those automatic Powerpoint presentations those unexempted students were supposed to master, while at the same time getting damn irritated at Jom for actually being proud of his days spent taking, err, stuff. If he tries to make everyone amazed at what he did, well, nobody seemed to be. He's gotta learn that people hate him, still. Turns out he hasn't changed a damn bit.
I never got to do my impromptu speech until around half past three, because the familiar bell rang the moment Toni ended her speech. The last three speakers were assigned to do their speeches at the Andrew building, up there at the fifteenth floor where I was no longer a stranger to. Technically, I was late by an hour, using for a flimsy excuse being "held somewhere" - I was actually watching Ale's play for their Literature 1 class.
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Or maybe you could call it another sugar rush. I couldn't blame anybody - somehow, today, I wasn't exposed to the world, limiting myself to the classrooms where I was supposed to go. I actually came in late to our last English 3 class because there was a really long copying job ongoing when I was waiting for my copies of our evaluation sheets for the impromptu speeches. To make it more specific, Toni actually passed by because I never got to reply to her text message asking me to, well, photocopy the forms. I was too busy evaluating (and, consequently, giving low grades) those automatic Powerpoint presentations those unexempted students were supposed to master, while at the same time getting damn irritated at Jom for actually being proud of his days spent taking, err, stuff. If he tries to make everyone amazed at what he did, well, nobody seemed to be. He's gotta learn that people hate him, still. Turns out he hasn't changed a damn bit.
I never got to do my impromptu speech until around half past three, because the familiar bell rang the moment Toni ended her speech. The last three speakers were assigned to do their speeches at the Andrew building, up there at the fifteenth floor where I was no longer a stranger to. Technically, I was late by an hour, using for a flimsy excuse being "held somewhere" - I was actually watching Ale's play for their Literature 1 class.
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8/16/2006
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So there I was, walking out of the campus and to wherever half of the BonoSoc was to have lunch. Somehow tightly gripped in my hands was this small plastic bag, with this handwritten (and possibly personalized) note from Nadia, and in it was orange candy, lemon candy, and a Snickers bar. Of course I found it sweet - everyone from the LA Core got that, after an entire term of assembling booths, writing articles and giving out endless surveys - and, although you could funnily associate it with an ironically meager salary, it just showed how much our work was appreciated.
But of course I am not yet having the courage to open that small plastic bag, nor text Nadia about my similarly spiked-up appreciation for the many sugar rushes I dedicated to the cause. Maybe later - she must be invisible.
The other thing that pretty much stood out among my observations was Kim's MacBook - and with its built-in iSight, she decided to do some photos - and some contorted ones. I don't know when she'll be uploading them, but there was this effects thing that came with Photo Booth that made Jill's head grow like an alien's (oh, hello, Lau!) and Sara's face look like a foot. There seems to be this MacBook attack happening - Clarence just had one, and Toni is presumably gunning for one as well. Probably some GMG thing, although it could be too coincidential to be true. Oh, and Cuyeg's been drooling for one for weeks now, after a lot of talk between him and Toni.
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But of course I am not yet having the courage to open that small plastic bag, nor text Nadia about my similarly spiked-up appreciation for the many sugar rushes I dedicated to the cause. Maybe later - she must be invisible.
The other thing that pretty much stood out among my observations was Kim's MacBook - and with its built-in iSight, she decided to do some photos - and some contorted ones. I don't know when she'll be uploading them, but there was this effects thing that came with Photo Booth that made Jill's head grow like an alien's (oh, hello, Lau!) and Sara's face look like a foot. There seems to be this MacBook attack happening - Clarence just had one, and Toni is presumably gunning for one as well. Probably some GMG thing, although it could be too coincidential to be true. Oh, and Cuyeg's been drooling for one for weeks now, after a lot of talk between him and Toni.
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8/14/2006
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"How do you know if something is still worth it?"
Someone dropped the question and, as usual, it got me thinking. On a day where everybody seemed to wear black - a tribute to the rain, or to impending destiny - it seemed that everybody was willing to let their guard down and be as gloomy as the dark skies outside. The news seemed bleak already, and the news some would later receive was much more, for it was closer to home, closer to their interests - closer to their survival.
Everyone's got to face that decision sometimes, I guess. I don't know - there would always be a time when we are forced to reassess. And, of course, it is uncomfortable, And, of course, desparate at times. Even I am not used to walking around aimlessly thinking whether what I'm doing is worth the trouble at all.
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Someone dropped the question and, as usual, it got me thinking. On a day where everybody seemed to wear black - a tribute to the rain, or to impending destiny - it seemed that everybody was willing to let their guard down and be as gloomy as the dark skies outside. The news seemed bleak already, and the news some would later receive was much more, for it was closer to home, closer to their interests - closer to their survival.
Everyone's got to face that decision sometimes, I guess. I don't know - there would always be a time when we are forced to reassess. And, of course, it is uncomfortable, And, of course, desparate at times. Even I am not used to walking around aimlessly thinking whether what I'm doing is worth the trouble at all.
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8/13/2006
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This is how someone who's been isolated from the world react when he lays his fingers on a computer keyboard.
Finally, finally, finally!
Okay. So that's not how I reacted first thing today, after sleeping early, waking early, forgetting to give John the wake-up call, deciding to try E-Aji for once, and board the tourist bus bound for Subic.
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Finally, finally, finally!
Okay. So that's not how I reacted first thing today, after sleeping early, waking early, forgetting to give John the wake-up call, deciding to try E-Aji for once, and board the tourist bus bound for Subic.
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8/10/2006
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By the time I got in the bus - a bit earlier than expected, since last night Nadia cancelled the LA Core meeting apparently due to the enthusiastic demand for the flyers we've been making - sleeping was the only thing occupying my mind. Hours before I was walking around with Anna looking for CED majors to interview. I still have fourteen survey forms left with me, thanks to those students being a hard catch, stuck between classes at either Yuchengco or Andrew buildings. And my feet are tired from walking around the campus - I think I walked the entire campus' circumference seven times over. But of course, I don't really know.
Then again we'd experience this the moment 11 September kicks in, when we start taking our major subjects - of course, that isn't a sure fact because sixteen of us still have to confirm our application - and by then lose what we hold on to dearly at this moment, like opportunities like this to blog, or a social life, or sleep.
I think there's this conscious effort for me to get used to staying up (and staying up I am, which means I'm sleeping four hours on average, six days a week) just staring at the computer monitor. Last night I found myself chatting with Nadia - this time about both the LA Post flyers and the stories I've been telling. I logged off at twelve, thinking she might have been disconnected and never got to log-in again because she didn't reply at the end of my (extremely exhaustive) explanation. I log-in tonight and see that she was still there at one in the morning - staying pretty, you, I wonder why? - and had this for size.
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Then again we'd experience this the moment 11 September kicks in, when we start taking our major subjects - of course, that isn't a sure fact because sixteen of us still have to confirm our application - and by then lose what we hold on to dearly at this moment, like opportunities like this to blog, or a social life, or sleep.
I think there's this conscious effort for me to get used to staying up (and staying up I am, which means I'm sleeping four hours on average, six days a week) just staring at the computer monitor. Last night I found myself chatting with Nadia - this time about both the LA Post flyers and the stories I've been telling. I logged off at twelve, thinking she might have been disconnected and never got to log-in again because she didn't reply at the end of my (extremely exhaustive) explanation. I log-in tonight and see that she was still there at one in the morning - staying pretty, you, I wonder why? - and had this for size.
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8/07/2006
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It's ten till five at Cybernook. It seems around terminal E-2-26, a lot of people I know start to show up. On the terminal to my right, Jackie, Ale and Kaymee work on their paper, and Piyar even passed by. Behind me, Maui decides to take over what could have been my terminal because it seems she couldn't find where her actual CPU is. On my left, Kizia flipped terminals and abandoned the terminal which I took later - and which Maui would later take - and, after all, Nico is a donut.
Okay. So today seems flat-out wrong. The LA Post stand caved in to its own weight, rendering my efforts very much useless - bringing three large pieces of wood from EGI Tower to Miguel building on the time I was reserving for study crumbling because a single screw wasn't ready for such a big job. Earlier we got through Filipino 2 reporting, the only snag being our survey seemingly a bit biased - ironically the thing we were trying to prevent. After that Nadia and Mae somehow had me retell that same old story, with Sars giving out the same old advice, only rehashed with the differences in the people who listen. And then there was that big pack of dark chocolate we can't seem to decide on - except for me, though. I didn't get some.
By the way, I still can't believe Sars didn't take what I said waaaay back seriously.
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Okay. So today seems flat-out wrong. The LA Post stand caved in to its own weight, rendering my efforts very much useless - bringing three large pieces of wood from EGI Tower to Miguel building on the time I was reserving for study crumbling because a single screw wasn't ready for such a big job. Earlier we got through Filipino 2 reporting, the only snag being our survey seemingly a bit biased - ironically the thing we were trying to prevent. After that Nadia and Mae somehow had me retell that same old story, with Sars giving out the same old advice, only rehashed with the differences in the people who listen. And then there was that big pack of dark chocolate we can't seem to decide on - except for me, though. I didn't get some.
By the way, I still can't believe Sars didn't take what I said waaaay back seriously.
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8/06/2006
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For this entry, I've pretty much decided to do it differently, since there just happens to be a lot of photos to work with. If you've already seen the Fifth Year Holler photo album for yesterday's photos, you'll realize the half-charged, sneaked out camera had sixty-one photos from almost anywhere - and, if anyone noticed, I began to use flash for the dark bits.
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8/03/2006
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"Talk to you later, I've got class pa eh."
Apparently me and Sars never got to cross paths again today - so much for the later. Just a thought - one of the many thoughts going through my head during the past few days. To be quite honest I don't really know how to feel right now - I'm possibly torn between worrying about our research, worrying about our majors, or worrying about whether my next teachers would do wonders for my sanity. I guess attending TeamComm's orientation for us majors (and potential majors like me) made me shiver and quiver instead, especially when you hear that the highest possible grade you might receive is a 3.0.
I could be lucky though - TeamComm head Charles Dee was describing how it is to be under the classes of Miss Diaz and Sir Groyon, and I don't have both teachers in my schedule for the coming term (although getting the latter is inevitable, especially for video production and conceptualization classes). However bleak the outlook may have seemed to me, there was still the breath of fresh air since, apparently, Sir Del Mundo is a good teacher grades-wise, and second, there was no mention of how Miss Averion actually does.
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Apparently me and Sars never got to cross paths again today - so much for the later. Just a thought - one of the many thoughts going through my head during the past few days. To be quite honest I don't really know how to feel right now - I'm possibly torn between worrying about our research, worrying about our majors, or worrying about whether my next teachers would do wonders for my sanity. I guess attending TeamComm's orientation for us majors (and potential majors like me) made me shiver and quiver instead, especially when you hear that the highest possible grade you might receive is a 3.0.
I could be lucky though - TeamComm head Charles Dee was describing how it is to be under the classes of Miss Diaz and Sir Groyon, and I don't have both teachers in my schedule for the coming term (although getting the latter is inevitable, especially for video production and conceptualization classes). However bleak the outlook may have seemed to me, there was still the breath of fresh air since, apparently, Sir Del Mundo is a good teacher grades-wise, and second, there was no mention of how Miss Averion actually does.
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