Wednesday, June 14, 2006

violent reactions? nah. just plain old tantrums.

School started out just fine and guh-reat. I wasn't as nervous as last year's, but I wasn't as confident as any popular kid would be. I knew that people would all be screaming questions at me of why and what I screwed up my hair. And it all began with my voice perplexing loud to Marty's face:"Di ako nagpa-thperm!" Oh moma.

We were all ordered to get out and move towards the Gym, through which we'll be greeted and welcomed ala Harry Potter style...with the 4 year levels representing the 4 houses, the Gym as the magical Great Hall and Sis. Agana as Albus Dumbledore. Forgive me. I've been watching too much Harry Potter movies these days. But it will be sooo cute when that really happens.

I liked everything except for these things.
-Our temporary/permanent classroom is half of demo room god-knows-what number. The stupid features? We get the sink, the gas range, no lockers, uneven seating arrangements, the noise of the other half of the demo room and the room itself is just too damn cold.
-Boring but really hard subjects.
-Boring teachers.

Same-same. At least we're not in e-class and our adviser's normal for that matter.

ookay. I've done a lot of homeworks already..studied...stuff stuffs...so now...quiz time!

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!

English

100%

Linguistics

92%

Journalism

92%

Philosophy

83%

Sociology

83%

Theater

83%

Psychology

75%

Engineering

75%

Art

58%

Anthropology

58%

Biology

50%

Mathematics

50%

Dance

42%

Chemistry

33%

What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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English? Since when did ENGLISH became my expertise? Oh yeah, like, right now? Eew no. As in, noo 'effing way. (haha. reminds me of my musical classmate.)

Now here we see a very unexpected result of a very blah-blah quiz. I so can't believe this. I'm still waiting for that moment in my life when my dad will officially be proud of me because I can program Java faster than him, and this all falls down.



You scored as Mathlete. You are a mathlete.

You wear your calculator with pride. Hardcore.

Mathlete

100%

Gamer

75%

Computer Geek

70%

Nerd

65%

Sci-fi nerd

15%

What type of nerd are you?
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I'm such a goofball. Everyone in my vicinity calls me a stupid ass in math and I got this? Way to go, fool.

And this...this...all I wanna say is...THANKS DAD!


You scored as Computer Geek. You have worked on a computer or two.

You know your way around the inner workings of a computer.

Computer Geek

90%

Stick to your day job

5%

Computers Nerd Test?
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okie. you people can now conclude that I spend too much time in quiz farm. stop. stop.

Monday, June 12, 2006

And then I decided to change my layout.

Enjoying the new Beavis and Butthead layout, bloggy? Good, because I went through a lot of trouble to make it.

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It's kinda official. I'm in room 6 AGAIN. After the delirious year of being a 2-6, here welcomes me a 3-6. I hate hate it. Just the 6(sexiness? ha. whatever.)-iness, not my classmates. Well..uhmm..okay. So some of them.

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To really ode it to you, bloggy, I'm not feeling the back to school essence. I know there is this essence wherein some students get really excited, and start buying school stuffs and there are those who grumbles and calls for another week of 'summer' vacation. Like hell I care if you guys start buying your bags out. My mom like bought me a school bag in the last week of March. Just tad too early. This brought me to great misery. 'Now what am I gonna do now?'

It's the numbest feeling you could get, not feeling that next week is the week you'll be starting to waste another year again, that is. It really hits me that even if I and some people try to study and try to make up for our parent's money spent on the humongous tuition, we just can't do it. I don't give good advices, so I'll just leave it here with two head-panging and stupidity-activating words:DAMN IT.


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I'm starting to realize that I'm such a pig turd(oh wow. it's about time.). I mean, what can I do?
I can't:

-cook (I hate fires.)
-iron out clothes and hair for that matter(I so hate fires.)
-kill cockroaches
-be flexible (like my XXXXXL thighs aren't BIG enough)
and much much more.:(( I'm gonna die, I'm tellin ya. So soon, that I'm gonna go order my coffin tomorrow. I'll prefer a black for a color.
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Hmm. I went to Shang last Friday with Kyla and Monica. Took pictures with Volvo robots..watched the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious The Omen and went to the washroom after that. And stop. What went next? I'm really gonna tell ya. (oh yes siree, Monica. I'm really gonna go type this 'incident' here).



Monica and Kyla went in line for a certain cubicle in the washroom, Me, a very anemic person who's not really in the mood for pee at that time, stood at a corner very near the line[but I'm not really in the line. so just near it.]. I'm just staring at a corner when someone went asking if I'm in the line. I quickly replied my "NO", waited for 5 seconds, and decided to went out of the washroom. I went directly to Powerbooks to check if they have new books like the Charmed Thirds and stuffs like that. It took me 5 minutes to realize that that someone who asked me if I'm line is a celebrity. She's Maxine Magalona. har-dee-har-har.


I suddenly got the thought that I should've said my "NO" in my most celebrity-ish way. Like with certain hand gestures and voice tones. In that way, she would be interested in a non-existent conversation with me. Haha. akala. "NO" lang naman yung sinabi ko eh. parang may nabawas sa laway ko nun.



ookay. gotta go. gotta go cover some books.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Nifty.

Guess where I went in the past 4 days. Come on, guess. It's easy. It starts with a B, it's the summer capital of the Philippines and two words, Barrel Man.

Get it? Yes. It's Baguio. How extravagant. For that correct guess, you'll get a penis keyring. You can claim your prize in here. Riight.

Ok. So I went to Baguio last Wednesday with my aunt and some bunch of other doctors from The Medical City. Oh yes, TOTAL big time.

Oh, and what was I, a nobody, got inside a trip for doctors? FORRRR doctors? I dunno. I guess it's allowed for them to bring in their maids, so the niftiest aunt in the world thought of inviting me. She doesn't have her own maid, so she might as well bring her maid-looking niece. How tragic.

So, to summarize things up, I've enjoyed it. Not totally, because most of the time, I'd rather spent my precious time in the Hotel Elizabeth rather than going with some bunch of doctors going either to a convention or some wag-wagan(ukay-ukay/shops selling used clothes) in front of Burnham Park. And you know what made this trip awesome? Oh yes. The Biggie treatment. We were treated as if we're kings and queens of some big island in the Meditarreanean. And everything else were free. All of it, minus the money spent on souvenirs, ukays, and extra food, in case we're in the mood to really pig ourselves out.

And another thing, I suffered a minor injury that goes by the name BUTTACHE/ASSACHE. I mean, it would be redundant if you're not experiencing it if you're traveling by land or air(I get really bad assaches on planes.)cause duh, where the hell would your butt be? on the driver's face, perhaps?

And for the record, I recieved over 70 text messages from 20 different people while I'm in B. How cutesy. But when I'm in Manila, I'd be lucky if I recieve one text message in a week. People hate me because I suck, but they'll love me if I'm in somewhere really far from them. As if I have this contagious disease. Mrf.

And if there is any doctor who is currently reading this filth right now, you guys can't really persuade me into being a doctor/nurse/red cross volunteer, or any humanitarian work. I hate saving people's lives. I just do. What's the stupid point in saving them anyway? Why just can't they fic and save themselves? In that way, all of us will be happy. Screw you, Marvel Comics people.