My High School Self

Since it was sem break and there was nothing to do at home, *yawn*, I attempted to re-organize my high school junk in my cabinet. Aside from the shoe boxes with knick knacks from those years, the four envelopes, each containing 'memorabilia' from each year level, were torn. Now I don't understand why I kept those and why I thought that they were sentimental. I wanted to throw away some, especially the binder fillers with lecture notes, but then I had to organize what I should throw and what I shouldn't. They were all over the floor, which easily made me impatient.

After some gruelling minutes, I finally dusted off the cabinet and neatly piled in the same envelopes and boxes. Then there was this fifth envelope that gave me a what-the-hell-is-this expression on my face. There were rat bites on the edges. I wondered why the pest didn't eat the whole thing - or everything made of paper in the cabinet. I discovered it contained the despedida letters from my high school classmates.

You see, before the high school graduation, our moderator asked us to write each of our classmates a letter where we can write what we want or have to say. After reading them all over again, I realized in this envelope are the definitions of my character in high school. And I must say they are not consistent. Some said I was rude, short-tempered and unforgiving. These people asked me to be mabait, to cool down, and to be nicer. Some said I was actually mabait, silent, creative, etc. and wished that I would not change! It just proves I treat people differently. Some said sorry because they annoyed me. Some said sorry because they just think they annoyed me. Some just said sorry without saying why they are. Some were stranger messages. Some were hollow messages fashioned after age-old templates, like "God bless" and "I wish you a better future life!" Some were obviously exagerrated letters which I found hilarious. But the ones I appreciate the most, but not necesarrily the best, are the honest messages. Some were very short and straight to the point. But at least they were true in their words.

The best messages for me were those that reminds us how we had fun high school days. Only very few, who were mostly my close friends, wrote jokes about other friends, about my oxymoronic attitude (coz some said I was really bad and some said I was nice), and ETACOL EHT ELPPIN and SOH CAH TOA: Pray for us. Those were very popular for among us back in high school. I can't believe I forgot about them until that moment.

I guess much has happened within the two and a half college years. Most of my friends are still in the same school. That made me feel very close to them. Yet I sense there was something missing. I just realized that I only felt the physical closeness. When we meet along the school halls, we just exchange hi's or hello's. It makes me wonder why weren't we stopping and talking for a little while. Perhaps it's because we are too bothered by school duties and/or our own new worlds with new friends and new interests. But that is not an excuse for an old friendship to wane.

Or perhaps it's on my part to keep these old friendships warm. It was also mentioned in the letters that I was cold. Maybe I and my friends are still the same. Maybe it's just my cold, assuming heart that conjures this illusion of fading friendships... Yes I think it's just me. Stupid me.

I'm a Pancit!

I just took this insignificant quiz online (http://quizilla.com/cgi-bin/result/result.pl) that tests which Filipino food the quiztaker is. And guess what I am?


It says that my sidekick is lumpia and I am popular - everyone knows me and loves my simplicity... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Very funny... : But the latter might be true, which says that I can be moody.

A Paper-filled Semester

This is the most unusual semester. All subjects demanded paper from us!

Econ101 had us photocopying several chapters of the Mankiw textbook for our discussions. Recently, Father required us to write a ten-page argumentative research paper on the implementation or repeal of EVAT.

Philo102 also had us photocopying articles in the Philisophy of Man book and writing reaction papers on philosophical writings. I didn't really like his class. He's sort of a religious man. So on the lesson on the dualistic notion of man, he always talked about God. I don't like it. So I think I am going to write about the article 'Death of God' for my second-quarter reaction paper. }:-)

Lit103 again required a photocopy of each story, which she excellently read to us by the way. So far she's the best Literature teacher I've had because she didn't have us write literary pieces. Too bad she can't see how good I am in 'hatred poetry.' She honestly said she hates writing. That may not make her the perfect Literature teacher. But she's really good at interpreting and analyzing the stories we read. So she made us understand and appreciate seemingly incomprehensible literary works, like 'Dead Stars.' Now we are about to write a paper on a 23-page hand-out, which is actually a book. More paper will be taken from us. But at least we don't have a final exam.

Math232 again had us photocopied two chapters on probability. But they were useless! Our math teacher has been neglecting us, expecting that we can and would rather study on our own because we were CS and Engineering students. How discriminatory! I think we only had one serious meeting with him. I don't think it was even really serious, because on that period alone , he attempted to discuss the whole chapter two! "This is the fastest lesson ever..." I remember him commenting in the middle of the "discussion" that night. I barely learned from him. Actually, I learned more from my classmate who had innate math powers. When the teacher showed me my shocking midterm grade, I was puzzled yet delighted. A few days later, he made an offer. If we choose not to take the second quarter, that's fine with him as long as we agree that our midterm grade will be our final grade! It's unbelievable! I accepted it even though I felt uncomfortable. I mean, when people will see my final grade for 'Math 232: Probability and Statistics', they might say, "Wow that's impressive. You must be excellent in advanced probability and statistics that requires a strong background in integral calculus!!" when in fact I only learned basic probability that I will surely forget about next month. I am so guilty. But that's life. Unfair. And this time, I'm on the lucky side. ^_^

CS 215 photocopies were about explanation of the structure of programming languages and how they work. We were also assigned a research from the beginning of the sem with a 20-30 page written report. More paper!

The worst is CS311! Aside from the photocopies on how to make DFDs, our group has just passed half-a-rim sheets of bond paper and they were only DFDs with redundant Data Descriptions! Now we are about to pass the whole documentation, which we expect to be thicker! OK, now I know why it would be hardbound.

Only Hist100 showed mercy on our paper (and pockets too). Our history teacher instead gave us free copies of our discussions. Still, it counts as paper. So all subjects this sem are responsible for piling up paper in our bags! Glad it's about to end next week...

Stuff to do! Stuff to do!

I have so much to work on today. No time for procrastination! Yet I am still here wasting my time on blogging. At least I'm getting a break. I need one right now. We have to finish a 10-page research paper on Economics, make stupid DFDs and make a presentation report of them, finish up a 20-30-page documentation on a pragramming language with mobile computing capabilities and also make a presentation of it. All are due within the next two weeks. We have to deal with all of them altogether. These days are hell days for me.

On other news, I have downloaded a PDF file of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I have read the first few parts. And it sucks! No, not the story. It's the way I read. I hate reading monitors. Not good for the eyes. And I have to turn on the PC just to read. I was thinking of borrowing a book, but that means dealing with a long line of fellow borrowers. And patience is not my virtue.

So why did I resort to this desperate measure? I don't want the story to be gradually narrated to me by spoilers! First, a website reviews that the book has a really gloomy plot. So that means there are deaths of those close to Harry. That's a spoiler. Hey, why did I even read the book review? Stupid me. Then there was one who surprised me with the news that Dumbledore died! I was shocked - and furious. Then another one repeated the news and added that Snape really is a villain and a traitor! *screaming* I have to finish the book soon.

I really have to stop this. I have lots of function description tables to fill up.

Dammit!

Of Love and Hatred

Hello blog! It's been a long time... again. I run out of stuff to post. I had to take a break to pile up reflections and reactions on my observations in my wretched existence. Still got nothing noteworthy though.

So what I did was to look at others' blogs. I realized then how different we really are. There was a couple of suicidal blogs, some journal-like as mine, some are posts of already-published thoughts, but most are about love, which, honestly, I am not fond of. Love, love, love. Why is everybody talking about it? It's indescribably oversentimental. I have even seen blog authors compose and post their very own poems about looove. That reminds me of the poems I made. In high school, I made two poems for literature class. Almost everybody else wrote poems about looove. I think I was the only poet who expressed affectionate hatred for somebody in his sonnets. I don't want to brag about it, but my poems scored good grades, which I think is not because they were exceptional but because they were different. They stood out. How can fiery hatred not stand out in a pool of icky, gooey looove?

I don't mean to offend the love poets. I don't think there is something wrong with them. In fact, I think there's something wrong with me. Love is human nature. Why am I not fond of it? I do love, like the way I love food and stabbing people I hate at the back. But no romantic love. And I'm not serious about it. I'm so pathetic...

...or perhaps I'm not human.

A Tragic Week

Last week was horrible! I had tonsilitis with fever. Swallowing really hurt. I can't enjoy eating. My face frowned at every gulp. The warm salt solution meagrely relieved the soreness. I can't drink cold liquid, which I miss right now. I had a fever (that I exaggeratedly thought was dengue), which surprisingly lasted for two days. I even had a singaw where my wisdom tooth is struggling to grow.

I decided to consult the doctor in the school clinic last Saturday. He wasn't there. How could I think that that grumpy old doctor would be patient enough to serve the students on a Saturday? I instead headed to a pharmacy to buy 10 capsules of Amoxicillin, as my father told me. He strongly advised to consult a doctor. He wasn't sure if I really had tonsilitis because he couldn't see deeper into my throat and look for swellings. What if a fish bone was just stuck in my throat? I assured him it was really tonsilitis. If it was the latter, a fish bone would give a sharper pain. So today, the soreness is subsiding. But I still can't drink (or even eat, I think) something cold. Shit!

We were also required to attend this CSIT Awarding Ceremony last Saturday from four to eight. I went in the gym 'round 4:30. The first contest was the vocal solo singing. The representative for our subdepartment sang the ever-popular 'Especially for You'. And guess what? The only lyrics she was sure of were: "Especially for you", "I wanna let you know", "Together, together, I wanna show you my heart is SO SO true. And all the love I have is especially for you." I don't want to offend her here. I believed she was forced to sing. She had a nice voice but she should've refused, especially when she hasn't memorized the lyrics well.

Now that surprises me. I mean, right now everyone is singing this mushy song. Even the corrupt witchy fat lady in the advanced com lab keeps on playing it in the computer unit, which she thinks is hers. Imagine the Windows Media Player with only 'Especially for You' in the playlist and the play setting on 'Repeat'! We've got a room that haunts the computer users with the same song that will keep on playing in their minds even when they are out of the com lab. It's like a curse! I shall accuse her of witchery and burn her at stake like a pig!

My God, I hope she won't see this...

Text Jokes! (continued)

OK. Fully charged na ang cel ko...

From Bernie:
***************
I was planning to kill the most LOVELY and the most CHARMING person on earth
then I realized...

that would be SUICIDE!

bad yun...
***************
As I watched the ants crawl upon the wall, I noticed that no matter how busy they are, they still stop and communicate. I hope we could be like the ants...

nga makalakawlakaw sa walls!
***************
Last night I dreamed of U.
This morning my first thought was U.
I'm thinking of U right now
And till I go to bed tonight.

Bukas I'll think of letter V naman...
tapos W, X, Y, Z.
***************
Ang tunay na kacutetan ng isang tao
Ay di makikita sa panlabas na anyo
O pisikal na atraksyon.
Dahil ang tunay na kacutetan ay nasa...
AKIN lamang.
Sige may konti sa 'yo.
Konti lang ha?
***************

From Jame:
***************
English-Tagalog dictionary:
PERSUADING = unang kasal
DEVASTATION = stasyon ng bus
PROTESTANT = tindahan ng prutas
STATUE = ikaw ba yan?
PREDICATE = pakawalan ang pusa
***************
ENGLISH CLASS
Bawal ang mag-Tagalog...

Pedro: Maam, may I go out?
Teacher: Why?
Pedro: Because FATHER MOTHER ME
Teacher: What?
Pedro: TATA INA AKO!
***************
How many animals can you fit in a pair of pants?
Answer: one cock, two bulls and a thousand of hares

In a panty?
Answer: Just one smiling pussy...
***************
Paano if one day
Sabi ni Doc
You need new legs
Or else you'll die?
Nagpaopera ka
Nang matapos, ask you
Sino donor?
May inabot na note, sabi:
Ingatan mo alaala ko.

Love,
DAGUL
***************
Want to hear a fairy tale?
Once upon a time, Cinderella was so horny.
So she put Pinocchio's nose between her legs and shouted:
"Lie to me bastard, lie!"
The End
***************
Nakakatakot ang buhay.
Di natin alam kung kelan tayo mamatay.
Di rin natin alam kung lahat ba ng kaibigan natin ay maaasahan.
Pero ang higit kong kinatatakutan ay
'Pag nagbackless si Imang.
***************

From Ice:
***************
FRENCH LESSON:
cough = o vou
ashes = a vou
naked = hu vou
car = re vou
balloon = lo vou
drugs = sha vou
goodbye = va vou
CUTE = a cou! Lagi na lang a cou!
***************
Sabi nila:
SUNGIT ka, nagalit ako.
Wala ka daw KUWENTA, sinapak ko.
Wala kang TASTE, sinuntok ko nga.

Nang sinabing CUTE ka, binaril ko na.
Nanloloko na eh!
***************

From ?
***************
Wife puts Viagra on husband's coffee to add sex drive. After drinking, husband grabbed and fucked her on the table. Wife shout and cried, "'Tang ina naman, 'wag naman dito sa Jollibee!"
***************
SEXY: Maawa ka! Meron ako, meron ako!
RAPIST: AHH! Walang meron-meron sa akin! TITIKMAN KITAA!
SEXY: WAG! AYY!
RAPIST: Yaakkk!!! Meron ka nga! MERON KANG ITLOG, BAKLA!
***************
Anong bagay ang mahaba..
'Pag nagagalit, tumataba!
'Pag hinihimas humahaba!
Nakapagpapasaya sa mga babae...
Ano pa e di...
titi!
'Kala mo joke noh!
Di na uso yun!
***************

*Ayan yan lang ang matype ko. Nakakapagod pala. Yung si ? di ko kilala, kaya nga ? ang name ng number nya sa cel ko. Nagtext ako sa kanya para itanong kung sino siya. Pero nagreply siya na nagtatanong rin kung sino ako. Hindi ko muna sinabi sa kanya kasi ako una nagtanong. Pero makulit siya! Nabuwisit ako kaya nagreply ako ng "Bahala ka!" Pinapahirapan lang namin ang mga sarili namin...

Text Jokes

Hindi muna ako magsusulat tungkol sa Nature Appreciation. Yung previous post ko introduction pa lang pero detalyado na. Kaya dapat detalyado rin ang Nature Appreciation Part 2. Hirap pala! Hindi naman ako magaling magsulat ng kuwento. But I'll take it as a challenge.

Dahil magpopost ako ng tungkol sa isang contemporary Filipino culture, Filipino muna gamitin ko. Pero informal lang. Mahirap magsulat sa purong Filipino.

Kagabi kasi maraming bumabagabag sa akin. Medyo hindi ako makatulog. Ayokong sabihin ang mga dahilan dito kasi ayokong maalala sila kung babasahin ko man ulit ang posts ko sa hinaharap. Bad mood ako kagabi so kinuha ko cel ko at nagbasa ng messages sa inbox ko. Alam ko kasi na karamihan sa hindi ko ibinura ay mga jokes, tapos karamihan pa sa kanila napakagreen. Kaya masaya!

Punyeta! Namatay cellphone ko! Empty batt na! Ikopya ko sana dito yung mga text jokes, pero wala nang pag-asa. At least for now. Ituloy ko na lang 'to bukas. Nasa school pa kasi ako at wala akong charger.

Lintik na pagkakataon 'to!