Sexta-feira, Abril 29, 2005
Short Notice
I wasn't expecting this to happen. Four more days, baby. I shall make posts starting May 2d. Tchau!
Carnaval took a nap at 5:59:00 AM
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Sábado, Abril 09, 2005
Akalain Mo 'Yun?
Receiving all your grades for the semester wasn't at all an easy task, most specially if you're studying in a public school. Nothing is ever fast-paced here. So after four days of waiting for my teachers (one at a time) I finally got all of my class cards in my bag. The highest I got was, well, a flat 1.0 in Rhetoric class -- probably the last English subject I'll ever take in my entire life as a student. Oh, parting from it is severely heart-breaking. Thank you my English classes, my lovely source of refuge at times when my brain is being mercilessly attacked by very, very technical terms, you have served me very well. I do not intend to boast as there is nothing really to brag about. I myself do not know why I had to be given such a high grade when I did basically nothing in that class save making a few impromptu speeches in front of my classmates. There were even countless times when I felt utterly exhausted from listening to dull oral reports that lasted for five hours in my morning subject that I doze off all of a sudden in Rhetoric class. I could not help it. An afternoon nap is an unavoidable thing. In other words, despite not knowing what I'm trying to justify here, I just don't think I deserve a 1.0 in this subject with all the folly I've constantly done during lecture and with the extremely annoying topics I've chosen for my informal speeches -- to make things easier for me, the legendary account of my Starex accident was one among my selected topics. Simply, there was no need for kodigos nor words to memorize, I just had to retell them what happened. I made some sort of silly storytelling which I am pretty good at. In fact, the only recognition I obtained from my four years of stay in Manila Science was that I was a second-placer in a storytelling contest. My award is certainly nothing compared to my other schoolmates in high school who constantly gather honors in science, math, physics, and chemistry. Their genius could take them to as far as Portland, Oregon. Okay so I'm not one of these geeky guys but I'm happy with my storytelling achievement just the same.
This is crap. I'm not making a coherent entry again.
This is crap. I'm not making a coherent entry again.
Carnaval took a nap at 12:34:00 AM
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Quarta-feira, Abril 06, 2005
I Forgot How To Spell Words
I've only been gone for two weeks and this issue wouldn't really matter to many but I do not give a fart. The first week was spent on reviewing for the worst and most difficult subjects I've ever taken in college. Bien and I wanted a group review for Pathophysiology so we went to Gie's dormitory found in one of the streets within Intramuros. I found the last sentence redundant since 'intramuros' literally means 'within the walls.' So in fact I've said something like, "...in one of the streets within within the walls." It's dumb I know but you're dumber because you never noticed it.
Gie's dormitory was totally phat. I loved it because everything is nice in there. It has 1) a laundromat that forcibly makes you develop fetishism as it eternally gives off that strong smell of Downy, 2) a chic internet cafe that, like all other cheap internet centers you pass by along San Marcelino Street (behind SM Manila), also charges 20 pesos per hour, and 3) a cafeteria that offers very good dishes at student rates. During our group review there, which went very well, Bien devoured about four meals more after the heavy lunch we had at another canteen outside the school. No one can really blame food for simply being the font of happiness.
Although I took my final test last Friday, my vacation has not really started yet. I keep going to school for the distribution of class cards, which is completely a waste of time because instead of spending your day at home watching whatever DVD you buy from Hidalgo or Arlegui, (Uyy! May hidden meaning d'yan!) everybody should wait forever just to get their grades, which for some would mean something really ominous, like an impending doom. Fortunately, my grades are in good standing this semester. Despite that, I'm not sure why I'm feeling a little sad about it. The grades I got were just too high for me. Everything's been pulled up by adjustments to help those who have slim chances of passing. The subjects were really hard and certainly I flunked quizzes from time to time so I just think I deserve a general weighted average (GWA) slightly lower than the one I got this sem, that's all. Haha.
Just last week I met Tita Mila, my mother's best friend for so many decades. I believe it's a great feat to still keep very good relationship with someone when you reach fifty. Tita Mila is from California and decided to estivate in Manila with us for about a week. Those were the hottest days of summer. I did not like the feeling of being cooked alive and I feel much better now that the heat had abated. I can now use my blanket tonight. She's absolutely one of the coolest people I've met. I was told she read my dullest entries in this blog from start to finish but am not saying she's cool because she reads my blog (although it pleases me very much to have someone peruse my work). How she can add punch to all her stories and mix a little humor with casual discussions makes her one. You don't always see a woman as kalog as she is. Probably not in Manila where most of them are still working and worry too much about kunsomisyon (so I was told. I don't even know what that word means). Tita Mila reads a lot. When she heard from Ma that her daughters also love to read, she took a million books with her from California for us. Most of the novels she gave were the ones I've been looking at in the National Bookstore. I could not afford to buy them since they're costly as hell.
Will finish on the next entry. I'm hungry. I wanna eat you alive.
Gie's dormitory was totally phat. I loved it because everything is nice in there. It has 1) a laundromat that forcibly makes you develop fetishism as it eternally gives off that strong smell of Downy, 2) a chic internet cafe that, like all other cheap internet centers you pass by along San Marcelino Street (behind SM Manila), also charges 20 pesos per hour, and 3) a cafeteria that offers very good dishes at student rates. During our group review there, which went very well, Bien devoured about four meals more after the heavy lunch we had at another canteen outside the school. No one can really blame food for simply being the font of happiness.
Although I took my final test last Friday, my vacation has not really started yet. I keep going to school for the distribution of class cards, which is completely a waste of time because instead of spending your day at home watching whatever DVD you buy from Hidalgo or Arlegui, (Uyy! May hidden meaning d'yan!) everybody should wait forever just to get their grades, which for some would mean something really ominous, like an impending doom. Fortunately, my grades are in good standing this semester. Despite that, I'm not sure why I'm feeling a little sad about it. The grades I got were just too high for me. Everything's been pulled up by adjustments to help those who have slim chances of passing. The subjects were really hard and certainly I flunked quizzes from time to time so I just think I deserve a general weighted average (GWA) slightly lower than the one I got this sem, that's all. Haha.
Just last week I met Tita Mila, my mother's best friend for so many decades. I believe it's a great feat to still keep very good relationship with someone when you reach fifty. Tita Mila is from California and decided to estivate in Manila with us for about a week. Those were the hottest days of summer. I did not like the feeling of being cooked alive and I feel much better now that the heat had abated. I can now use my blanket tonight. She's absolutely one of the coolest people I've met. I was told she read my dullest entries in this blog from start to finish but am not saying she's cool because she reads my blog (although it pleases me very much to have someone peruse my work). How she can add punch to all her stories and mix a little humor with casual discussions makes her one. You don't always see a woman as kalog as she is. Probably not in Manila where most of them are still working and worry too much about kunsomisyon (so I was told. I don't even know what that word means). Tita Mila reads a lot. When she heard from Ma that her daughters also love to read, she took a million books with her from California for us. Most of the novels she gave were the ones I've been looking at in the National Bookstore. I could not afford to buy them since they're costly as hell.
Will finish on the next entry. I'm hungry. I wanna eat you alive.
Carnaval took a nap at 11:42:00 PM
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