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| On idolatry and dream dinners |
[04 Sep 2007|08:49pm] |
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"And this is our youngest. She says she'd like to be a writer."
"Don't. It's a terrible, terrible job!" And she turned around and disappeared into the party, into a storm of free hors d'oeuvres, flat Coke, and hundreds of people, pens out and poised over their copies, all wanting some conversation, a signature, a handshake, an air kiss...any shining, wonderful piece of her.
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Like all greatness by association stories, my parents knew someone who knows someone who is really really cool. My parents were good friends and classmates with this guy, whose mother was a very famous (in some circles) woman. This woman is Gilda Cordero-Fernando, amazing writer, performer, advocate, and I-don't-know-what-else. Since I got into writing and meeting writers, I constantly pestered my parents about introducing me to her. There was never a good weekend to take me to their restaurant in Antipolo, and the one free weekend we were up there, she was in her house in Quezon City.
If you could invite absolutely any five people over for dinner, who would they be?
In the context of GCF, this question would be unanswerable. Gilda Cordero-Fernando is famous for her dinners. She invites writers, poets, models, or basically any interesting people she meets over to her house. The conversation is legendary, and has been described as "life-changing" (Cecile Zamora Van Straten, 2007). I always said that she'd invite me over for dinner someday, maybe when I was famous or at least writing again. Imagine my envy and indignation when a certain socialite columnist wrote that she'd been invited one night. Here was this girl, writing about Embassy and new perfumes and by-invitation-only Rustan's sales, and there was I, struggling English major who wants to change Philippine literature. To me, the world wasn't being fair at all.
I just read a few minutes ago that Gilda Cordero-Fernando had a small heart attack last week. She's fine now, and resting at home, but the news rattled me nonetheless. Thank God she's alive and well.
For her well-wishers, she served homemade champorado and tuyo at her house. Meanwhile, I'm here, staring at this screen, nibbling on a piece of lengua de gato, and writing this entry. I'm sorry that I can't go over there and say all this in person, but until I become famous, this is the most I can do.
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| Spreading the love |
[26 May 2007|06:50pm] |
Bayo is on sale until the end of the month (May 31). All items (except their purdy shoes and bags, boo) are now 50% off.
Yeah, all branches too. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill.
Snaps for me, for the first time in months, I've finished a (non-required) book all the way through. No picking up other books or even a magazine. I finished Wicked by Gregory Maguire after 3 attempts. It took me about a week, which means I'm not back to my old speed, but that's alright.
I have a really in-depth, whiny, long-winded review, but I'll save it for later. All I can say is, if you're going to write a 400-page character backstory, make everything count. The challenge with this kind of book is, since the reader already knows how it ends, you have to have brilliant plot development. And sadly, Maguire failed.
When I bought Wicked, I expected a wittier, snarkier take on the Wicked Witch of the West. But no, it's more of a serious fantasy novel with (trying-hard) political undertones. It was a good try, but far from mind-blowing. I'm hoping Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister will be a little lighter: less emphasis on the politics and war, and characters that are less bland.
Lastly, a survey: what's a simple, non-cliche' way to have an 18th birthday? I'm being pressured into a plan, and while the fallback (a dinner party at home) is fine, it'it doesn't seem very special.
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| Hazy lazy week |
[17 Jan 2007|11:51pm] |
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The only way I can describe my week is sabog. I'm not as enthralled with my classes this week. In fact, I feel like I've just been shoveling information into my head without even comprehending it.
I did not rock my Physics exam. I'm not going to fail, but I'm predicting a grade in the 2.25 to 1.75 range. I got lazy and skipped the nitty-gritty of the handouts. How was I to know my prof was going to ask how Erathosthenes measured the Earth?
I f-ed up our CL 100 report. Kebs talaga ako sa skits, games, visual aids, and whatever kaartehan of the other groups. I just got up there and said things. It's just so unfair that our topic was the hardest, most specific one. I combed book after book in the library and I couldn't find anything really substantial on it.
The best part is, we're supposed to write an essay about it, and it's due tomorrow. Ugh.
I'm falling behind in French. Stupid verbs that you have to conjugate six ways. Stupid genders. Stupid tricky pronunciations. Perhaps it would help if I had lunch before going to class.
CW 10 is pretty ho-hum. It's kind of like English 11 without the structure. There's not much guided, structured writing going on. In class we mostly unleash our creativity and talk about the readings.
Soc Sci 2 is so-so. At least my Machiavelli report is done. In fairness, the class liked the "How Machiavellian Are You?" Cosmo quiz I cooked up. I hate skits and anything involving a script, so I decided to do something entirely up to the class. If it were up to me, I would have just made a few bullet points on construction paper and stuck them on the board while talking.
I have to snap out of this.
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| ERMENGARDEIDON'TFREAKINBELIEVEIT!!! |
[02 Jan 2007|08:12pm] |
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My own personal Santa (who came on Jan 2, 2007--a bit late): A dude at the Mac Service Center called Raymond, who brought my sad iPod displaying, freezing, inactive for 1 year 20gb iPod back to life.
Note: This is the iPod the folks bought for me in '04, when iPods were still kind of rare and expensive. So far, it's the most expensive present they've given me. And I've always felt really really bad that it stopped working after the warranty expired. I don't know what trick this guy pulled. I had tried resetting, restoring, reinstalling, and everything else on the iPod website. My computer still refused to read it, and eventually it started freezing. Then the folder-exclamation point came out, and I thought it was a goner. Even this girl from the old Apple Store in Greenbelt confirmed that it was a goner. "Pag hardware issue po kasi, nirereplace na lang namin. Since wala na ho sa warranty...bumili na lang ho kayo ng bago."
But no. This guy took my iPod, went to the back, and did...something. Then he plugged it into the sound dock, and music came out. Nagmukha pa akong tanga sa gitna ng MacCenter. "Ohmygod, it's PLAYING MUSIC!!! How did you DO that?!"
"Nireset ko lang ho." That's weird, because I'd already tried that. The result was I could access the music, but it froze when I tried to play anything. But he fixed it. Maybe he just Reset it better or something. (Sorry, technologically inept.)
The best part was he didn't even charge me, even if I offered to pay.
If I had had the guts (and lowered inhibitions) to hug that guy, I totally would have. Thanks Raymond. You are an absolute star.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get reacquainted with my long-lost sibling.
And since we're going back to school really soon, I'll join in on everybody's cramfests. I haven't done my SocSci2 reaction paper (due Friday), haven't read my readings for CL100 (Thursday), and haven't even touched my CW10 assignment (Monday). I feel lazy. And sick. Bleh.
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| Notes after an all-nighter |
[09 Dec 2006|11:29am] |
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Using the mighty power of 4 cans of Coke Light, bad instant coffee, and fear of getting a 5.0 (and Jez and Jess' wrath, haha), I pulled an all-nighter. And honestly, I don't know how I survived the day. I don't even know how I managed to summon up energy for the crazy Debsoc Christmas party.
Of course I crashed afterwards. I just woke up. I've had 12 hours of sleep, and it feels goooooooood.
As for the product of my all-nighter--my Eng22 paper-- er, Idontwannatalkaboutit. I ran out of my ideas after page 3, and just put in...things. Word vomit. I have a feeling the new prof is going to go, "Whaaaaat?" when she reads it.
Ah well, bawi na lang. All-nighter ulit for the next paper. :) Shameless Plugging
Remember the '90's and Youngblood? You know, when you looked forward to the articles because they weren't repetitive and redundant? When it was actually cool? When it was prestigious? Lord knows how many times I've complained about it (and 2bU! too, but that's for another day).
Well, let's all go back to that frame of mind, because as my friends, you gotta support me. :D The launch of The Best of Youngblood 3 is today (4 pm, Powerbooks, Greenbelt 4, if you wanna gatecrash), and I get to go because they put me in the book! Yay-ness.
So yeah, for the first time in my life, I get to say, "I have (part of) a book!" CV filler, baby.
(Macri, I hope Ruel de Vera is there, coz I heart him too. I wanna take his picture. Media geekiness :D)
And if you ever do get to read the book, well, just keep this in mind. I was 14 at the time, and going through my angsty phase. So there.
Something to Perk You Up
This totally made my day: 53 episodes of MTV's Daria. Wunnerful. There's more vintage cartoon love on the site as well: Hey Arnold, Futurama, The Simpsons, Action League Now!, and other remnants from our childhoods are there. Happyhappyhappy. :)
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| Dorky CL stuff |
[28 Nov 2006|06:29pm] |
Every Tuesday and Friday this December, I will be coming to school at 11:30 AM, because we will not be having English 22 until January. Because my prof is having her kid earlier than expected, that's why.
My prof waltzed (well, waddled) in today and told us to put down our copies of "Rime of the Ancient Mariner", since this would be a quick class. She then passes out half-sheets of paper, which look suspiciously like (gasp!) copies of a take-home exam. "I'm giving birth 2 weeks early. Actually I was supposed to go to the hospital yesterday, but I begged for 2 more days so I could meet my classes. Sorry, but my mind says 'yes let's have class', my uterus says no." Talk about dedication.
See, this is why I don't like children. No matter how young they are, it's never too early for them to ruin something. Bah, humbug. (Joke. Kids are okay. Just in 10 minute doses.)
Therefore, in lieu of the wonderful lectures we were supposed to have this December, we will be slaving over a 6-8 page essay on feminism and Austen's "Sense and Sensibility". Yay.
Since I'm on poverty mode, I wanted to be sensible and borrow a copy from the library. But no, some wonderful people hid all the copies of "Sense and Sensibility" in the CAL Library. Yeah, all 7 "On Shelf" copies are burrowed in some hidden crevice of the library. Bastards. I struck back though: I borrowed the only copy of "Jane Austen and Discourses on Feminism". Bwahaha. (Don't worry, I'm not THAT mean. I'll return it as soon as I'm done.)
Then I screwed being sensible (Sense! Sensibility!) and bought a pretty secondhand hardbound copy at the Shopping Center for P200.
I also found out that I have to get my ID replaced. The CAL librarian scanned my ID, and it wasn't registering. Something about possibly misentered information. Badtrip. If I don't get my ID replaced ASAP, OPAC won't show any record of my having returned or borrowed any books. And that could be problematic come clearance time. She still let me borrow books though. She just said to get it done before the books are due, or else I'll be paying fines.
God, I used to abuse the "Overdue Books" rule so much in elem. My fines would sometimes reach P100, and that was when we were charged P0.50 per day excluding weekends and holidays.
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| More thinking in bullet points |
[25 Nov 2006|11:06pm] |
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- My new G-Tec refuses to work on certain kinds of paper. It writes on index cards, but not on my CW 10 journal (Cattleya filler), or my SocSci2 readings (bond paper). I never had any problems with a G-Tec. Well, until I dropped one and the tip snapped. But that's it. It's really bugging me, because I rely heavily on G-Tec 0.4's.
- I am now on poverty mode. Due to numerous meetings in Chocolate Kiss, a trip to Starbucks (to get a drink for the planner, which I don't even like that much anymore), a book purchase (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers--well worth it), and readingsreadingsreadings, my dinero is now at ZERO. It's actually approaching the negative, because I borrowed money from my mom, my dad, and then withdrew from my ATM when those loans ran out. All of which I promised to pay back. Gulp. Serious measures will now have to be taken, such as not buying water (I spend P200 per week on mineral water) and avoiding meals over P50. Cheapskate na ako.
- Don't drink the water! Or the taho, or the isaw either. According to Gabby, the water in CASAA has the same quantity and composition of microbes as the water in the lagoon. This was backed up by Lei (Kuya's girlfriend), who did a similar experiment in Microbiology class. Taho in UP has fecal matter (in minimal amounts, but STILL! It's just wrong!), and uh, don't even ASK about the isaw.
- Spread the word. I'm selling my hardcover copy of Chemistry (Chang). It's in good condition: I may have highlighted a few passages, but that's it. I love this book (it saved my inattentive butt in 3rd year), but I'm probably not going to take any Chem subjects. It pains me to part with such a pretty book, but someone else might need it more. And I need the money (haha). If you're interested (or have friends in Chem/Chem Eng'g who may be interested), just tell me. I have to check the original price first.
- Since I'm trying to clear some space in my room, I may be selling some more books. I haven't had a chance to weed through them all, but I'll have a list out in a couple of weeks. For sure, though, I'm selling a copy of The Hobbit, in mint condition, still in its original packaging. Price pegged at P500.
- Something which occurred to me at Starbucks. I could get a really nice, not-as-ubiquitous planner from Fully Booked for a fraction of the price (and effort) I spend buying drinks. And yet, I still buy overpriced coffee, and force my parents to do the same. Kaya nauubos pera ko e.
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[16 Nov 2006|10:34pm] |
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In April I ruled Iran as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). Last Wednesday I turned ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _619_ in for tearing the tag off a mattress (3 points). In May I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Last Monday I pulled over and changed celeni's flat tire (15 points). In August I set ditas_laya's puppy on fire (-66 points).
Overall, I've been nice (680 points). For Christmas I deserve a shiny red ball!
Sincerely,
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COOL. I ruled Iran.
(Inna, I sincerely apologize for lighting your puppy on fire.)
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| I have a headache |
[14 Nov 2006|10:02pm] |
1. 4 out of my 6 profs have shown up. Soc Sci 2 is reportingreportingreporting. Not one bit of syllabus will be left untouched by Wikipedia. Eng 22 seems intimidating, the first assigned reading was a snoozer. Physics 10 sounds fun. CW 10 sounds fun too, but we don't have class on Friday.
Malay ko ba kung ano mangyayari sa French 11 and CL 100.
I still do not have a PE, I don't know if I should bother trying to get one. I could always do it in the summer.
Wala rin akong school supplies. I have been going to my classes armed with an old Hogwarts notebook and a pen. Yesterday, I even forgot the pen and the librarian scolded me because I had to borrow hers, so I could fill out the countersigning form. I could try to recover my pretty notebooks from last sem, but rooting through a zillion boxes is too hard.
2. One of the few bright spots in my life. My room , which I expected would be a disaster, is turning out pretty okay. The walls are two-toned pink, with a black and brown border thingum separating the two colors. My shelves are black, my closet's black, my dresser's black, my shutters are brown, and my mother loathes it all. It's too dark daw. Well, I had to darken it. The room looked like a preschool before I asked the painters to put in the black and brown stuff.
Y'know, I don't really like pink, so I don't know how my room came to be an explosion of pink. In fact, I don't feel any particular way about any color. I don't have a favorite color. But I do know that I dislike orange.
3. Alvin's right: when issues rain, it pours. Boy, does it pour. One at a time, people, one at a time.
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| Chasing cars |
[10 Nov 2006|03:55pm] |
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Okay. I now officially regret taking a Physics class. I didn't know it was that hard to get to the building. Hell talaga.
I followed my friend's advice: take a Katipunan jeep, get off at CP Garcia, enter the gated area, and walk. It sounded simple at the time, and it probably is. But no, the jeep I got on had to stop further away...a few metres away from Watson's, because he didn't hear me nor any of the other passengers telling him to stop. So I ended up on the wrong side of the road, leaving me to have to cross CP Garcia. Mission: Impossible.
Now, I'm skittish about crossing busy streets, and CP Garcia was no exception. I was praying for a traffic jam, just so the cars wouldn't rush at me at 80 mph. But no, the big trucks just hurtled by, and not one car stopped to let poor pathetic me cross the street. I managed to get to the middle of the left-hand lane when I saw a truck coming at me. I started screaming and ran back to the curb. Then it happened 5 more times. Now I know why my parents don't want me commuting: we'd be at the Emergency Room everyday, what with my total lack of direction and my irrational fears.
I walked the whole freaking stretch of CP Garcia until I saw the Math Building. Finally, I was able to cross because there was a car pulling into the driveway. I rushed to the Physics building, running out of breath and looking like an idiot.
Physics 10, 2:30 - 4
Dr. Monterola
Nov. 10, 2006--NO CLASS TODAY
sajshjkahskhfDIE DIE DIE!!!!!
I am definitely taking the safer (but longer) route to Physics: take a Toki, get off at Math, cross the parking lot, follow the small road on the side of CP Garcia, and enter the Physics parking lot.
None of my 3 profs showed up today. Woohoo.
On the bright side, classmates kami ni Mels sa CW10 under Prof. Abad. She seems nice enough, although I got nervous when she said, "Aside from your writing requirements, I will also ask you to do creative drawing." Okay, that's a problem. I can't draw for shit. I can do stick-figures and simple cartoons, but that's it. I cannot do 3D. I can't draw realistic-looking people. I can't draw animals. My animals usually look like they were involved in a horrible, disfiguring accident. Whatever. I'll just have to be "creative".
I have not been a friendly person these past two days. During first sem, I would perkily strike up a conversation with my seatmate, and that person would be my buddy for the whole sem. These days, however, I've been burying my nose in GGM's Living to Tell the Tale just to avoid conversation.
Living to Tell the Tale is pretty boring, by the way. Too many names, plus I get the sense that things are happening over and over. He goes to school, makes literary friends, hangs out in literary cafes, meets the great writers, and has sex a lot. Repeatrepeatrepeat. Yawn. There are some interesting tidbits, but other than that, the book is pretty forgettable. Normally I'd stop reading this book, but I have made a solemn vow to finish every book I start, no matter how boring it is. Don't judge the book before it's finished is my new mantra.
Something interesting I learned from the book: there's a Spanish poet named Juan Ramon Jimenez. Apparently, he has won the Nobel Prize. Coolness.
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| The Lone Dorkster |
[08 Nov 2006|09:02pm] |
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I think I'm the only one who's excited about school tomorrow. Must be the dork (or the freshman) in me. Of course, tomorrow will inevitably be a let-down: I'll be all hyper and get to my classrooms early. I will sit there jiggling my foot and staring at the desk. 30 minutes will elapse, and everybody will leave because the prof has not shown up. Then I'll be all bitter and pissed off.
Since everyone's posting their pretty schedules with colors n' such, I wanna post mine too.
| Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | 10 – 11:30 | CL 100 Lucero CAL 311 | English 22 Ick CAL 212 | | CL 100 Lucero CAL 311 | English 22 Ick CAL 212 | 11:30 – 1 | | Soc Sci 2 Prudencio PH 432 | | | Soc Sci 2 Prudencio PH 432 | 1 – 2:30 | CW 10 Heidi Abad CAL 310 | | | CW 10 Heidi Abad CAL 310 | | 2:30 - 4 | French 11 Bautista CAL 208 | Physics 10 Monterola NIP R211 | | French 11 Bautista CAL 208 | Physics 10 Monterola NIP R211 |
I have no idea who my Soc Sci 2 prof is, or how she teaches. Anyone know this prof?
And this is such a freshie question, but how do you get to NIP? I know WHERE it is (um, somewhere in the boondocks on CP Garcia, right?), but I don't know what jeep to board to get there.
I'm really not a fan of the 10 AM schedule. I like the 8:30 schedule because my dad drops me off on the way to his breakfast meetings, so I get to class right on time. I hate being too early for class...I always end up sitting in CASAA with the '06 people, stuffing my face. The 10 AM schedule is also an allowance-eater: if I want to get to school when I want, I'll have to shell out money for a cab.
Resolutions for the Second Sem
1. Bring an umbrella. Especially when I know it's going to rain. I'm just stubborn sometimes.
2. Stop eating in CASAA during breaks. Free time is not eating time. It is merely free time. I should do something productive, like study or catch up on my reading.
3. Start wearing glasses again. My eyesight's starting to fuck up, probably because of all the reading. I should listen to my opthalmologist before I go totally blind.
4. Study. Duh. Although I'm a little frustrated because I don't know what I could have done better. I gave everything my everything last sem, with even some miracles (English 12 and Bio1) landing straight in my lap. I want a higher grade, but it just seems that those grades are at their limit already. Nonetheless, I really really really want to work hard this sem.
5. Be more organized. Especially when I get my Starbucks 2007 planner. 5 stickers down, 16 more to go. Oh yeah!
I'm feeling really chipper tonight. It's probably the idea of school tomorrow. Or maybe it's the cheap porterhouse steak I had this evening. Guys, if you want good (as in, it's so good you look sadly at the stripped bone on your plate and whimper) steak for less than P200, Hotrocks is the place to go. It's in Ortigas, in the used car lot next to Home Depot. Heaven. Absolute heaven.
And oh, nag-GA ba kanina?
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| So many different kinds of tired |
[06 Nov 2006|10:58pm] |
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Legs hurt from walking. Throat sore from walking in hot sun, sweating, and then hanging out in adviser's room.
Mental
Mind is tired from detailed analysis of what classes will give most benefits (highest grades and learning). Also tired from fiddling with schedule.
Emotional
Tired of disappointment over not making US by .05. Tired of having to smile even when I want to kill. Tired of balling fists up and gnashing teeth when told to evacuate my bedroom and live in my parents' room for a week.
So yeah, now you know how my day went.
Enrollment today was a total bitch. RegMats for DECL were distributed at 9:30 AM. The line for PE at CHK was so long, it looked like a scene from Dante's Inferno. I left the house without breakfast, and only got to eat lunch at KFC at 12. Where there were more lines. But at least there is mushroom soup now.
If my slightly-pampered, freshman priority enrollment was this bad...I don't even wanna think about sophomore and junior year.
And more on the acads front, my GWA is a 1.5. I missed US by 0.5, so I'm kinda bummed. But at least I'm all fired up for next semester.
Next sem's subjects
English 22 - Dr. Ick/Jurilla
CL 100 - Lucero
CW 10 - Abad
French 11 - Bautista
Soc Sci 2 - Prudencio
Physics 10 - Monterola (the husband of one of UPIS' physics teachers. I got him purely by coincidence.)
Yeah, I was finally able to pick between English 22 and 42. Deciding factor? Pure impulse and gut feel when I got trapped in my adviser's room. I suddenly found myself saying to Ma'am Pison, "OK Ma'am, you can strike out English 42."
Ma'am Pison is a really nice adviser, by the way. Way better than the one I had last sem. She's so perky. The last one was kind of a jerk.
I can't wait for the next sem to begin. Bring it on. coughNERDcough.
(Apologies for the disjointed sentences. I'm too tired for coherence.)
EDIT: Enrollment/Enlistment Tidbits
1. I mixed up the enrollment process . I forgot all about the checking/collection of Form 5A part and went straight to assessment in OUR and paid at the AS Lobby. When I was done registering, I looked at my Form 5...and then stared at my Form 5A. Uh, I have a feeling I'm not supposed to have this anymore. Well, it's not like they're going to make me register all over again, right? (Someone reassure me.) The only thing I can do is hand my Form 5A over to AS101, and wait for Kuya Pabs to yell at me.
2. I had to wait in a suuuuuper long line to cancel my slot for English 42. While I was in line, I heard all the other English majors in line complaining about how there weren't any slots for English 21-42. Poor unfreshman souls, I thought. When it was my turn, I said to the RA, "Papacancel ko po slot ko sa English 42." And the line behind me applauds. Weeeeeeird.
Oh, and I got my final long exam from Dr. Ick. She gave me a 1.0 for the critical analyais of "The Story of an Hour", but my grade got pulled down because of the part on Oedipus Rex. Damn.
I have never been this OC over my grades. Perhaps it's because I truly want to do well in this course, unlike high school where all I was aiming for were high grades so I could get into UP. The idea that I can study what I really want for 4 (or more, let's not get ahead of ourselves) years? Fanfreakingtastic.
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| GC Breakdown Averted |
[02 Nov 2006|05:08pm] |
There is a way around the freaking CRS team. It's called: Get Out and Get Your Classcards Yourself. The only reason I resorted to this tiring emergency measure is because my dad had to be in UP, and I tagged along.
Anyway, I have 3 out of my 5 grades:
Damn. Just ONE. ONE 1.0.
Of course, wala pang Socio and French. Ewan ko lang. Ewan ko na lang talaga sa French prof ko.
-end of academic babble-
I browsed Popular Bookstore for a bit, and found (surprise!) Dr. Ick's book on female empowerment and Shakespearean tragedy. In fairness to her, she writes really really well. And she went to Amherst for grad school. And she was a Shakespearean actress. Coolness. Unfortunately, I didn't buy this book, or any other book for that matter. My wallet is still recuperating from the NDC madness.
It's these great books on Shakespeare which make me want to shift to Anglo-Am. Waz.
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First off, congratulations to Nico and Claudia for bagging the championship. I don't think the word "proud" even covers what I'm feeling. I wish that I could say something brilliant and perfect to match that moment, but I'm afraid of ruining it. All I can say is, my hat's off I humbly bow down to you guys. I can't wait for our DVD copy of the Finals to get here so I can watch it to death. (Ew, that's so stalker-ish.)
The rest of NDC was priceless as well. Beyond the feeling-like-crap-over-the-adjing bit, everything was wonderful.
First off, the accommodations. There were fourteen of us to one bathroom, I repeat, fourteen of us to one bathroom. Miraculously, everyone was able to get to the venue fully bathed and (kinda) on time. I think the "2 Straight Guys Only" rule really helped when it came to changing in the bathroom, the closet, or in full view of everybody.
Aside from the number of people in the room, there was the quality of the hotel to consider as well. Winner moment: when the door to 418 got jammed, and no one could get in or leave the room. To solve the problem, the hotel sends a proletariat (Tet's word, not mine) through a hole in the bathroom ceiling. Oh, and they did it without warning us that he was coming. Read Claire's entry for the hilarious details. Then, the actual tournament. Well, I still feel a little disappointed over what happened in the adjing. But it's over, and there's not much point in thinking about it again. All I can say is, I want to do much, much, much more for the Society next NDC. I'm going to work harder and catch up. Of course, when we work hard, we play hard too. Same goes for the payback the next day. I came dangerously close to puking on the 8-hour bus ride home, but I stopped myself. I don't like people fussing over me or taking care of me, so I tend to keep stuff like that pretty quiet. My temperature was pretty high as well. It was so high, I was considering asking my dad to take me to the hospital when he picked me up. Thank God it went down after I took some paracetamol. I had visions of dengue (or meningococcemia) dancing in my head. On the health front, my fever's gone, but my head and stomach are still kinda off. My throat's pretty sore too. This is my normal reaction to traveling, so I'm not too worried. I'm sure the whole contingent is sniffling and coughing as well, since a 14-person bedroom is just a giant Petri dish of germs. PS: For the people who decided to stay in Baguio, I've heard there's a storm near that area. In fact, it's pretty rainy over here already. So be careful, particularly on the way back. Academic issues Ugh. I'm at ZERO GRADES in CRS. It's not really a good thing, but it can't be really BAD, right? I mean, I should be more worried if there's an INC on my record. This doesn't necessarily mean that my profs have lost my papers and/or given me 5.0's. This just means that a) my profs are pasaway and have refused to hand their grades in on time (like my dad), b) the CRS team is bogged down with work, c) this is all the karma I deflected in NDC kicking me in the pants. (Someone enlighten and reassure me.) EDIT (October 31, 12:17 AM) Shucks. My immune system is totally off. My right hand is swollen, which usually indicates a viral infection...OR (dundundun) an impending bout of measles. My hypochondria's kicking in...I'm starting to get a little itchy. Of course, my parents don't care. "Hey, I think I see some red spots on my arm." (Parents shrug nonchalantly and go back to talking about shelving.) I have to go to a friend's house tomorrow to work, but I don't know if I'll be well enough. I hate my body...never sick at the right moments, like irritating family gatherings. The fatigue is still there: I slept at 2 AM, woke up at 12: 30 PM (sloth! SLOTH!). Then I had to leave the house for lunch because there's no food around here. I went to UP around 1:30 for lunch, got back around 4, slept until 8:30. And now I'm here, and drowsy again. The fact that my grades aren't up yet isn't helping either. Dammit, CRS team!
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