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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Okay. I didn't do so bad after all. Got a C+ in my midterms for Math. Still not done with the English thingy tho. Lalabas ako mamaya.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Gosh. Gee. By crolly. I love Urbandub and The Ambassadors. It's band worship. Iping gave us the mic and we sang to "Gugmang Giatay" with his fly open. So he zipped it up and sang the chorus to "Ulan" by Cueshe and it was hifuckinglarious.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Had our Math midterms last night, 6-8 pm. 2 hours of excruciating agony. Hehe. I hope I pass. Too lazy to blog.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
'skang buanga... wa man hinuon ko ka answer sa unang number ganina's long test, na mao man unta toh ang pinaka sayon... aw... nanaghap gud... hinaut unta sakto toh. Ambot. Taya aning Math uy hehehe.
Hasula sad aning Fil, di ko nahan mu sud. Maluoy lang ko ni Sir kay halos tanan taw, wa nasa'y gana mu sulod. Ang-ang sad uy... tabla raman's wala iyang mga discussion. Smile dayun.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
I was tagged by Mingkay. Follow the format: The eight ideal traits.
- Brooding. As in, a brooding piece of man meat whose aura I can sense 20 meters away. - Artsy. I love artists. Preferrably visual ones. I keep it a point to stay away from 'em literary types because I sort of am one. I do not want a Ted Hughes. - Tactile. As in: touch. As in: hands. - Ambrosial. I want him to smell good. Nothing inorganic. Something more natural. A clean smell. - Authentic. Self-explanatory. - Respectful. To me, my family, and my posse. - Considerate. I have my days. - Strong. Physically. Emotionally. And all the other ally's. Cool.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Math 11 is driving me nuts. Anyblah, the yearbook's out and here's my description:
Nikki is the only one who can hold a candle to Sylvia Plath as a literary writer. She holds the distinction of being the youngest fellow ever to be admitted to two of the country's prestigious writing workshops. Among other things, Nikki colors her world with local alternative music and dollops of art films and cyber stuff. I don't know who wrote it. I look like a contrived monster in my photograph.
Monday, January 9, 2006
I got through the day unscathed. Hooray. We have tickets to the WWE show this February 25 sa Araneta... 940 pesos. Damage. Hold-up. Starvation. Done with the lab long test (that's one down.) Still have shit for Fil. tomorrow. I hope we finish early at training today because I haven't started studying yet. And you know me. Overtime sa internet. Hrarh.
Poemer. Poemist. Pweh. [edit] It's past midnight. I couldn't answer the problem solving part of the Math homework. Also, I couldn't read my copy of the essay Sir Aris left us in the reserved section. I'm beginning to love Paramore (all of it). Sayang, I left my USB cable at home. Maybe next month I'll have it shipped. I think I'm going to get enough sleep for tomorrow...
Sunday, January 8, 2006
I can't find my Likha book and it's driving me to the wall. I know the quiz's still on Tuesday, but still, we have shit to read, and I can't stand not finding that shtoopid blue book. Haha. Relax. May long test pala kami sa lab bukas. Ohoy. Nganong nag tinagalog man ko? Wala lang gud.
Thursday, January 5, 2006
I'm in RSF, editing and printing my ishies for Fil. Still have 50+ pages to read too... Ah. You don't care. Haha. Poke. At least my eye's doing foine.
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
I'm feeling uglier than usual with this stupid eye. It has its own gravitational pull. It's weighing down on me. It's sealed shut. I'm stuck in the dorm making my Filipino papers (which is actually good, because I didn't do any during the Christmas break.) I'm doing a paper on Shake, Rattle, and Roll 2K5. Hands down, the easiest movie to critique, because it has three stories in it, all of which are theatrically funny. I feel terrible that I didn't go to any of my classes... I hate catching up. I didn't miss anything for Botany. But I just hate missing classes. I hate it with a passion. Haha. Stab me, please.
I miss home already.
Sunday, January 1, 2006
happy new year everyone...
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