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It’s been almost a week since I’ve laid hands on a computer with a net connection. See, last Saturday I claimed my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, set in reading the whole thing in one day and vowing not to surf the net for fear of spoilers. Obviously, I’ve read the book (it’s pretty swell, actually) so now I’m fearless! Bring out those spoilers! Waahahahahaha!

A lot of things have happened since then. Last Sunday Kol Aping, Kya Tres and Kya Butchoy toured me around Manila. We walked around Fort Santiago, rode a kalesa and did a lot of really cool things. But with happy news comes sad news and so I was forced to accept the reality that our team, Ocean’s 7 and soon to become Ocean’s 6, got 64/100 in our first exam, a team activity. But that’s life, I suppose. I refuse to say I’m dumb or anything because I know I’m not the only one having a tough time with acads. Although I doubt there are others who are four readings behind the discussion, leading to confusion in class and a sickness with sleepiness for symptoms.

I joined a march last Monday, by the way. On the day of the SONA, some UP students teamed up to march from AS or Palma Hall to Commonwealth, the venue for the SONA ng Bayan. A couple of my pals and I joined a bit of the pre-march fora and actually did a bit of walking, too. We only got as far as the checkpoint at the campus entrance though because we were too scared to join the upperclassmen as they ‘decried’ the president and her promises.

There is a liberating feeling that tingles through you as you hold a protest banner for the world to see your views and opinions. But I really would like to stay out of trouble and keep my promise to my mother ("Yes, I will not be an activist while I’m in school") so I really should push these sentiments to the side to make way for other priorities. There is a time for a revolution but that time is not now.

On a lighter note, we first floor girls had our first General Inspection yesternight. Ate Anjz, who’s an ex-PMAer, handles the inspection so you’d better clean every thing if you don’t want to be blacklisted for a violation. I mean, you wouldn’t want to have to clean the communal bathroom just for not cleaning your room’s window ledge, would you? But seriously, the GI made me panic. As head of the welfare committee, which is in charge of the floor’s cleanliness and its residents’ health, I feel it’s my responsibility to set a good example to others. So there, I cleaned like hell and nearly broke down because of it. After all, I’ve never cleaned an entire room before and I have no idea the difference clear and red floor wax makes. In other words, I’ve had no experience in cleaning and this nearly drove me over my cliff of sanity. Thank God I’ve got great friends who are great at making floors shine.

Right, so my left hand is all injured because I’ve done so much cleaning (honestly, I’ve acquired so many cuts and bruises just because I tried to clean a dorm room) and I’ve got more band-aids than I wish to keep. Alas, the reality of a Kalai dormer’s life.

Toodles! Poof…

It would be a shame if I got his name wrong. He really is quite an interesting character because of his evil side. There’s something about him that intrigues you and makes you itch. Perhaps it’s because he’s so cruel and vile and those flaws fit his character perfectly. Kind of like Snape.

In Gundam SEED he said, "People only understand things they’ve experienced." Let that be the intro to my entry for this entry.

Yesterday, I did a very Rau Le Creuset-worthy thing. I was so exhausted and depressed and tired that I didn’t think of what I was saying or doing and I made the situation worse. I was so EVIL and now I feel guilty just thinking about it. But you know, I only started feeling guilty a few minutes ago, when I faced a situation similar to the only I was in yesterday. But this time I was in the losing side.

It’s a long confusing story that I will probably never share to anyone as long as I live, especially not to my children. It’s sad but it taught me a lot.

Bottom Line: People only understand things they’ve experienced. We must, therefore, never take ANYTHING for granted.

Toodles! Poof…

It sucks when you make an online group and no one joins it. It sucks more if people do join it but all the members are too occupied satisfying their own self-interest to care about the group as a whole. Sigh.

ANyway, where have all the bloggers gone? Has everybody gone on a blogging break or something? Or maybe fwenster’s going nuts and it’s stopped sending me blog alerts…. Hmmmm? So people who still read this blog, at least now you’re aware that I don’t check your blogs because I don’t know. Or maybe because it got lost amidst the ‘I’m tired, I’m tired’ thoughts in my crowded brain.

Speaking of tired, I am exhausted. We had cheerdance class yesterday (because in UP Wednesdays mean a) PE class, b) no class or c) scheduled exams) and the prof taught us to perform forward rolls and cartwheels. When I got into that class I couldn’t even lift my feet to imitate a cartwheel but after two hours of jumping jacks, stretching exercises and rolling on the floor I was finally able to execute something resembling a cartwheel. If it were a car I’d liken it to a prototype of Model T, which is THE prototype for all cars, because it lacks the right stuff, that so-called x-factor. Bah. Whatever. I’m just happy my feet flew off the ground; never mind the fact that they don’t fly straight.

I had loads of fun yesterday. My mum visited and she brought some dried mangoes, which I didn’t really like - but hey! We also joined this ”nosebleeding” quiz show (where the champion team gets PhP 15, 000 and I am so not joking) sponsored by the Beta Epsilon Fraternity and some other sponsors especially for freshies. We lost twice (consecutively, grrr) so we were out of the running. No worries though because I had a lot of fun. Besides, my roommate Pau is still in the game and her team hasn’t lost any of their games yet. Go Pau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But all the excitement yesterday has left me a bit disoriented and tired. There’s still so much I have to accomplish and I haven’t even started ’seriously’ studying for the Econ first long test this Saturday. "sob, sob" To think, I was so happy to have finished the first chapter of Mankiw’s Principles of Economics when Prof. de Dios announced earlier that we’re supposed to read chapters 1 to 7. NOSEBLEED. Losing blood, fast………………………………

Cramming never helps. Never. Never. A college student aspiring for that coveted UNO must think only of the stuff she MUST do.

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So tell me, why am I thinking of the long lines in front of the ticket booths for Order of the Phoenix this Saturday????

Toodles! Poof…

No class for all subjects under the College of Science this afternoon. Instead of researching for my report in Socio 10 or reading ahead for the Econ long exam this Saturday I’m taking my own sweet time in the net - even though I’m not supposed to spend anything because I overspent the other day. Typical college student’s life.

The concert right after the Math 17 long exam was both exhausting and amazing. I’m not an avid music fan (but I do love listening to music and singing in the shower) so I wasn’t able to recognize most of the band members who were performing. Okay, so I knew some of them by name like Sandwich and Imago and Sugarfree and Yeng C but then again, who doesn’t?! The clue to fitting in at any concert: scream when everybody else does and let the crowd do its thing and push you because eventually you’ll end up in front like I did.

I wasn’t able to watch Parokya ni Edgar though, because of the curfew at Kalai. Grrr!

UAAP the next morning was plain great. It sort of sucked that our team lost by a whooping total of 21 points but YOU KNOW it was La Salle we were up against. Every one who came decked in maroon sort of expected the result. Basically, we were shouting out the school’s name just to help the team make it to the end of the game. Hehehehe. At least we got to sing our school hymn at the end of it all.

BTW, it feels great to be in maroon.

Toodles! Poof…

Math 17 first long test earlier. Prayed to Mother Mary and Lord Jesus to give me a grade I deserve. Can only hope against hope I’ve studied enough to earn that coveted passing score.

Concert tonight! I’ve never been a party person (when asked to choose between a Freshman concert and Eiga Sai, a Japanese film marathon, I’d choose the later in a heartbeat) but seeing celebrities in the flesh (yup, miles and miles away from the actual stage) makes me giddy. Yipee, yipee.

UAAP tomorrow! Excited now there’s no Math to think about! Tenchu so much Sir Montes for being such a ’super’ teacher!

Toodles! Poof…

PhilPost has always fascinated me. Since I was a kid I’ve always love getting letters; I love the feeling of being remembered. Aside from that I also love sending letters. Yup, I hate writing in more ways than one but it really is a welcome break from all the mass texting I do every day.

Papemelroti has a branch at the SC (Shopping Arcade) and so I bought little trinkets for Carmz and Ogi, who will be celebrating their 17th birthdays this July 15. Unfortunately, as I’ve told the two future birthday girls, the mailing process for packages is so intricate, meticulous and difficult that I’ve given up. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t forgotten my friends’ birthdays! Like haller, that is so kaka!!!!!

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Pardon. I was momentarily transported to Theatre mode there.
(Ano ako, celfon?!?! May optional profile, theme, settings?!?!)

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Maybe I’m just hungry. Or maybe I’m just excited about the Kalayaan Residence Hall Acquaintance Party later. Or maybe I’m terrified of the Math 17 first long exam tomorrow. Or maybe…

I’m thankful and exasperated because of the package my mum (successfully) mailed me. See, her intentions are good - she helped me research for my report in Socio 10. But why are there so many pages in the references she sent me?!?!?

Sigh. Thanks anyway, Mum.

It’s lunch. Wonder what’s on the menu… sinigang na bangus or that Mexican whatsit?

Toodles! Poof…

I bought something at Maroons today. It was a maroon shirt with Diliman emblazoned across it (surprise, surprise). I bought it for the UAAP opening this Saturday, the seventh, which I plan to watch with my friends. But you know, I could just wear any shirt regardless of its shade. Am I really just trying so hard to fit in with the rest of the maroon-clad UP crowd (most will be the people from PE Cheerleading - because, yes, that subject actually exists)? More importantly, do I really think I’ll fit in just by wearing a maroon shirt?

Wala lang. Just wanna ask myself stuff. I’ve been so busy having a lot of fun here in school that I haven’t found ample time to emote. In the long run I guess that’s a good thing but I think I should also go emo once in a while.

Last night, as aces were flying across the tiled floor tears raindrops fell from the radiant sun. It was sad, because I don’t really know how that happened. All I know is I was so scared and freaked out and quite at a loss of words to say. (You should know by now that when I shut up it’s a very very delicate situation I’m treading on.) We are learning more about each other in the most surprising ways and our new discoveries sometimes lead to unwanted confrontations. I wonder how his confrontation went?

BTW, if you don’t understand that last line it’s okay. I meant it to be like that. But when you read between the lines you’ll see what truth lies in my words. Kind of like ‘A Martian Sends a Postcard Home’ y Craig Raine. It is truly an amazing poem. For those who don’t have English 11, Google it and try to interpret it. When I finally understood it, it made me laugh.

Hope you’re well!

Toodles! Poof…

Another thing I love about UP is its wide array of food offerings. Lots and lots and lots of goodies on sticks. Also C2 is quite popular here. The company even gave us freshies free ID straps during our start-of-term orientation. SO even though I haven’t eaten either lunch or dinner (oh, the pangs of college life where you feel there are other more important things to do other than satisfy your grumbling stomach) I don’t feel hungry.

Not THAT hungry, anyway.

It’s strange that I can still maintain an air of serenity despite all the stuff that are going to happen tomorrow. So many things to do, so much work to finish and I’m still here, typing random thoughts into my blog. Of course, that’s what I often did in high school, too, so it really shouldn’t be a biggie, but to think I’m already in college! I’m supposed to be more responsible now.

Surprise, surprise. I’m free as a bird. I can do every thing I want.

(Insert evil laugh here)

BTW, when you guys get to college (for those who aren’t in college yet) and you feel like you’re never going to make any new friends (especially for those who aren’t going to study in Xavier) don’t fret because sooner or later you’ll find your own barkada to hang out with. It could be an uncanny twist of fate that’ll bring your group together in an instant or it could take a couple of weeks for you guys to fully accept each other. In my case, with my college friends, it took a long time.

But I’m not all fussed about it actually. Although I can hardly remember how all of us met (I only know we didn’t meet each other and become friends in a snap) I’m thankful I met people like them. They’re fun to be with, just like my friends in CDO. Hehehehehehehe.

Another thing, I think I’m finally moving on! (Three cheers and a hurrah!) Not that I’m in love with anyone in particular right now (and I don’t have any plans of finding someone to cry over and dream about and whatev) but I have a lot of classmates who really fascinate me. Haha! The girls in Kalai are mostly taken from the same mold but the boys - the boys! - are all so different! Some are too feminine, some love anime too much, some are too smart for their own good, some play basketball every afternoon, some don’t get out of their rooms and ALL OF THEM are so funny to watch. They remind me of different-colored mice used in animal testing centers. Haha! Scientific research specimen!

So funny. hehehehehe.

Well, night all. I’ve got to meet Mackie and Harry and whoever else is there for ‘dinner’ and then I’ve got to dash for our skit rehearsal and then I’ve got to study Math and read the documents for Marine Science.

Toodles! Poof…