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A hell of a day. It's like I'm standing beneath Hell's mouth, all set to burn me alive. Nuff said. If I weren't thinking rationally, I'd really like to strangle a person right now. Argh.
ELBI TALK (WORD # 1)
Prerog n. a term coined for enlistment during classes. If students are lucky enough they'd be enlisted if there are still slots available. But this is utopia. I'm in LB, definitely not utopian. I lack 3 units and I'm prerog-ing (the hell I care with the spelling) like a madman. It's not the professor's fault if they can't accept as many students as they want (do they?), but it's the goddamn system. Super crap. This is the crappiest thing I've ever dealt with in this university. Kill.
If the professor isn't going to accept more students, and if the probability of being enlisted is like 1:10, then they should tell the prerog-ers (persons who prerogs) that their chance is very slim. Unlike wasting their time with all the prof's I am-the-superior-one-here-so-eat-my-dust or "be very scared of me, I give lotsa 5s" statements. Time is really costly, and if they're just going to waste our time with their saliva-full statements, then our chances of being enlisted in another subject will be gone. Thanks to them.
Ang sarap kutkutin ng mata mo!!!!!!!! Ang sarap mong balatan gamit ang nail cutter!!!!!! Lilibagan kita gamit ang liha!!!! -isang mensahe para sa isang prof na hindi tumanggap sakin.
Current theme song/s: Bad Day by Daniel Powter and St. Anger by Metallica
:)
A hell of a day. It's like I'm standing beneath Hell's mouth, all set to burn me alive. Nuff said. If I weren't thinking rationally, I'd really like to strangle a person right now. Argh.
ELBI TALK (WORD # 1)
Prerog n. a term coined for enlistment during classes. If students are lucky enough they'd be enlisted if there are still slots available. But this is utopia. I'm in LB, definitely not utopian. I lack 3 units and I'm prerog-ing (the hell I care with the spelling) like a madman. It's not the professor's fault if they can't accept as many students as they want (do they?), but it's the goddamn system. Super crap. This is the crappiest thing I've ever dealt with in this university. Kill.
If the professor isn't going to accept more students, and if the probability of being enlisted is like 1:10, then they should tell the prerog-ers (persons who prerogs) that their chance is very slim. Unlike wasting their time with all the prof's I am-the-superior-one-here-so-eat-my-dust or "be very scared of me, I give lotsa 5s" statements. Time is really costly, and if they're just going to waste our time with their saliva-full statements, then our chances of being enlisted in another subject will be gone. Thanks to them.
Ang sarap kutkutin ng mata mo!!!!!!!! Ang sarap mong balatan gamit ang nail cutter!!!!!! Lilibagan kita gamit ang liha!!!! -isang mensahe para sa isang prof na hindi tumanggap sakin.
Current theme song/s: Bad Day by Daniel Powter and St. Anger by Metallica
:)
The title is not, in any way, related to whatever subject this post has. I just can't think of a goddam title. Stupid, stupid brain. Education is turning it into soup.
GODLIKE
Every man's dream is to become godlike (this isn't Warcraft talk here).
It's just a dream :)
And forever will be, lest you pray for some divine intervention to make you a part of the Holy Family.
(Just don't dare do it if you don't want to end up in one of the seven circles of hell).
Click here. You'll wish you're a citizen of Nepal. Imagine upon waking up, people will worship you. You just sit there and they do all the work. You'll just bless your people and say things like, "May the force be with you (if the living goddess/god is a Star Wars fan)...that is, may you lead a better life and be happy...blablablabla I bless you blablablabla..."
That's it. And you can fiddle with your cellphone when you're just sitting on the throne with no people to bless. What a life! Sweet, sweet life...
7.4.7
They are already here, hiding in plain sight. On July 4, our world will be transformed. On July 4th, some will come to defend us, most will come to destroy us.
MUST. WATCH. TRANSFORMERS.
This is the best summer to date! And God knows it's hard to part with whoever you met along the way. Too bad the season has to end. Another bad news is that I must go back to school. It sucks. I have to go back to the mundane environment where books and cups of coffee are your friends, and professors may not or may be your adversaries. Well, the thing is I'm not yet ready to embrace academic-related things. This is bad.
It's nice to meet new people. These people you meet along the way may be the most poignant people in your life, but as it turns out, they just appeared in that page or chapter of your book, and it's up to Fate whether you'll meet again. Foolish Fate (hey this is an alliteration! geeky haha).
I may be suffering from Dory-disease (I'm exaggerating punk) and may have forgotten your name, just punch me hard on the face and teach me my lesson to remember your name the next time we meet. And if fortunately I get to remember you, don't be angry if I hit you real effing hard. It's just my special way of showing how I much I miss you. Awwww :)
I would gladly choose this summer over Hong Kong Disneyland. Just so you know.
Los Banos is just a two-hours drive to Alabang. I'll remember to pay some folks a visit.
Cheesiness is spreading like a disease. This virus is eating me alive.
This is, in any way, not related to goodbye summer dramafest, but did you know that Ayn Rand's real name is Alisa Zinov'yevna Rosenbaum (Russian: Алиса Зиновьевна Розенбаум)? I dare you to pronounce that. I remember Along :'(
The pictures posted above were taken in Fortune 8. God I miss everyone. Yes, even Dr. Kim. Nyaha
Best summeeeeeeeeeeeer ever! I can't post anything long. Err. Next time.
Watch out for Accross the Universe!
OMG. I wasn't able to get some sleep after puking. I'm wide awake. Hell. Not even a wink I tellya. Not even a wink.
Okay. How drunk was I hours ago? My post serves as an evidence. Dennis's Trillo's Generoso--redundant possessives hehe. Now, who could tell I'm drunk?
Upon going home kanina, I composed this emo message. Yes, drinking and emoting are directly related. Ready thyself:
"I'm so good pretending I'm drunk when in fact I am. I'm just good.
It's so sad knowing that, aside from your parents, there's no one looking after you. No one's looking after me. No one's nursing me whenever I have bad hangovers. No one really cares. I know it's pathetic, but I mean it. Life is just a sad fairytale for fairies like me I've been so alone all my life."
Heck. Did I just wrote that?!
Another thought. Why is it that people exclaim, I'm as drunk as hell, I'm as bored as hell, so on. Why can't people go like, I'm as drunk as heaven (this does not sound really good), I'm as as heaven. Why the simile with hell? No need to answer. Just a thought.
Watch this! The Red Hot Chili Peppers is soooo damn good! And the vocalist's oozing with hotness! Damn! HOT! Aside from looking like the hottest econ prof I've ever laid eyes on, he's sooo good in singing. Anthony Kiedis is soooo damn fine!
Yes, I'm drunk. Given that Kim, Shinji and I had an afternoon delight with Dennis's Trillo's Generoso. God, I hate the feeling. I miss vomitting. But this? Definitely not this. My head's doing a rollercoaster whatevs. *vomit*
Okay. I went home drunk and alone. I'm so glad I made it back to the dorm ALIVE. My memory's blurred on how the hell I got here. And I slept for five hours and upon waking up, I puked. I'm currently battling with a hangover, and shit I just want to die. I'm so lucky Vane looked after me and gave me a plastic bag a while ago. Or I'll be sleeping in vomitted sheets. Hell.
13 July 2005
8:15 PM
KFC (obvious ba?)
<2005-1> Waaa!! Di ko pa xa nakikita! Shete talaga!! Huhuhu...:-(
<2005-2> Grrr!!! Naiinis ako!! Aargghh!! Naiinis talaga ako!! Asar!! Sana...Haay...sana lang talaga makasama ko siya bukas ng buong maghapon...haay...badtrip ako ngayon!!
<2005-3> Gs2 ko na magLAB! Ahaha
<2005-4> Waah! Ang dami ko p gagawin..huhu..:(
I was packing my things yesterday when I saw this KFC table napkin (I'm one of those people who loves to make people write on table napkins or whatever paper is available just for keepsakes). God, I even forgot who I'm moda-ing about. Shit, I'm so old. It's been almost two years since this kfc thing. How time flies!
I also came across my schedule for the past three sems I've had. And later, I realized that I had so much free time, yet I failed two of my subjects. My bad. Anyway, it is not the essence of realizing that you've had so much free time, but it all boils down to what you did with your time. Haha cliquish. Basta, I really felt old and somewhat lost yesterday while seeing form5s, class cards, and wth. Imagine, there was only my MunSci circle. They're the only ones I've got when I started here. But now there's Kim, Pam, Yan, Tinay, Migs, Gino, Kel, Alou, [p]ips, and JES fifol.
Why am I always making "trip to memory lane" posts? God, I hate reminiscing. Too much drama.
Last Saturday, around 12 midnight--it was official, I am a party animal. Yey me! It may be too shallow for the real party crowd, but it isn't, in any way, shallow for me. Yey me again! :)
Our induction started like around nine pm. Too bad Kris (one of us EPs) wasn't able to attend. Now I'm officially a JES member..."I do my pledge and am bound to live these words to prove myself worthy to be a Junior Executive"
The night was really dramatic, especially for those graduating members. Chie (my dept. head) and Duke (gm) even cried. I really can't imagine Duke (he's a really big, big, Christian Bautista look-a-like guy) crying, not until last Friday. It was a WOA for me. He really loved the org, and I'm proud to be part of it. Anyway, I seemed to look like a rape-magnet that night. I'm thankful enough that no one even dared to touch me.
Here are some pictures from JES's induction ball:
Batch Economic Profit minus Kris..sad :(
RDD Head Chie! I'll miss her :)
I'll miss the graduating JES guys. Enjoy the real world...it may be filled with negative vibes, but I know you guys can handle it. As John Mayer puts it, welcome to the real word... :)
SHINJI PAHABOL BERDEI BASH
Yea. I will (again) brag about my latest achievement--I went to Muntinlupa, all the way from Calauan (mind you), without getting raped! I commuted for like almost 2 hours. The fact that I was commuting at midnight (and we know how dangerous the roads are those times) made me even more excited and somewhat fearful. How would you react when a maniac is right before you and staring at you (mentally undressing you by the way)? Anyway, I survived and it really is a big deal for me.
When I went to Shinji's, the munsci crowd already left, and only Shinji's ohana, and the Elbi fifol (Vane, Kim, Yan, Ate Jen) were left. And oh, Francis was there! Kim, Yan, and Jen were under the spell of alcohol and was talking bullshit (love and its entirety). I will spare you the details and you should really thank me for that.
JES Induction + Shinji's birthday party + booze = ultimate party experience
Fun overload! :)
Later, I'll transform into a super sociable butterfly. I'll be attending JES's induction first then I'll hit the road afterwards to go to Shinji's birthday bash (feliz cumpleanos mi pepe!). Imagine all the people there will be consuming 12 GRANDE BOTTLES OF GM. Good luck with Shinji's house after the party, i bet there'll be lotsa puke everywhere. Kidding. Or maybe my speculation's leading to something. Anyway, it'll be fun. Our induction themed retro will be held at our brod's resort. Another fun factor. I would really look like a prostitute later on which isn't the fun part.
Issa and I had a chance to kill time minutes ago. After lunch, we bought a giant sundae cone and tootsie roll (God i missed this candy). Define gluttony. While we were eating our sweets at CPark, we really went emo and all. We're like...
issa: grabe two years na tayo rito..
me: oo nga e. Remember every Friday blablaba
Then we went crazy and started to reminisce our freshie moments, like every Friday before going home, we would kill time at Freedom Park and be bummed for two hours. Noryeht (awwwww) used to chase dragonflies for fun and we would watch her and just slack around. That was then.
Is eating sweets directly related with emoting or something? It's like, whenever Issa and I buy dessert we'll start reminiscing endlessly. O well, we can be drama queens sometimes.
Now that my 2nd semester is at its recession phase, summer's official, and I have nothing else to do here but slack around, I made a list of plans. Instead of bumming at the house this summer, might as well get my hands into something...err...something.
1) Finish reading The Rainmaker, Undercover Economist, Sophie's World, and for gossake, Pride and Prejudice.
2) Room make-over!
3) Sign up for a summer job or a summer class or something. More money, more fun!
4) Write a story or whatever if #3 isn't accomplished.
5) Moveeee marathons!
6) Finsh THE OC and Prison Break..whatever season I have in my hands.
7) Make a cheesecake worth drooling!
8) UBE sessions! :)
If it is possible, I would really like to go somewhere. Mommeeee! If not, I wish mom would send me to my cuz's in the US. Haha dream on. Forgive me, I'm just missing Mickey Mouse again.
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