Sunday, September 30, 2007

Enrique Achilles

Mom gave birth to my last baby brother last Tuesday. Pictures will be posted when Baby Achilles is old enough to be blackmailed and sabotaged. And surely by that time, this blog will become my sole source of income, for I fear that I will die as a hardcore spinster.

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Submitting my application form for DLSU-Manila is, by far, the most tedious thing I have encountered EVER. I've never done so much work and effort for my collegiate education like I did for my DLSU Application Form.

Last Tuesday, I decided to skip my afternoon class so that I can submit my application form for the aforementioned school 3 days ahead of the scheduled deadline. True enough, I was already prepared to hand it in to the Admissions Office of DLSU-Manila a month ago. But evidently, it was awfully delayed because of the suckiness of my school(see THAT WAS CLOSE post for proof).

And so, I arrived at DLSU at exactly 1:19PM, and as the guard handed me this paper with the number 59 typewritten well on it, I knew for sure that I am in for a guh-reat test of patience, since there 58 people before me that has the same purpose as I do. It was not much of a deal anyway, since the Br. Andrew Gonzalez Hall lobby is the nicest college building I've been into. You can thank the natural cold atmosphere there. Yes, you heard it right. There was no sign of gushing cold air going out of that usual big machine. I liked it.

And when that time my number was called, I raced to the admissions office as fast as I can so I can go home already and revise the two chapters of our thesis. As I handed out my application, the lady said.."Sorry po, hindi namin ma-poprocess tong application form nyo. NSO birth certificate lang po kase tinatanggap namin eh. Sa friday pa naman po ang deadline eh."

Let's just save my rage for that for another day. The important thing now is that I was able to pass it, and I'm gladly going to take the DLSU-CET on my brother's birthday, October 14, which totally sucks, if you ask me.

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I'm getting the impression that I'm missing out the fun of high school. I don't know why, but I'm being such an old lady again.

GIST: I'm still nicotine free. For Christ's sake, I'm going to graduate in a couple of months. Is alcohol the only bad thing I'm susceptible of doing so?

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After years and years of pretending that I will never ever go to "the Areeney-oh" for my collegiate education, I'm finally coming out clean. Much to my repugnance, Ateneo is actually my first choice now.

Sourgraping for something important is actually the ultimate guilt-trip. Not only would it make you a hardcore hypocrite, but hence it would also make you realize what the hell you are really missing. Take my state of being suicidal for example. I'm making people believe that life per se doesn't mean a thing to me, but then again, I would do everything to save my life. What a weirdo.

And yeah. I guess Ateneo is where I want to go for college right now. The environment outside DLSU-Manila made me think twice about AdMU. No, really. I guess LRT stations and narrow driveways are enough to turn me off.

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Out of some goddamn boredom, I posted this uber-senseless shit. Forgive me for doing so, but I'm in a constant denial at meeting my deadlines in school. Mind you, I still have a methodology for our f*cking thesis to do. And God knows why I'm doing this instead.

For Patti Dela Concepcion:

After few weeks of pondering on what the hell is a 'gift of gab', I finally got hold of a perfect time to research for it. Turns out that the 'gift of gab' is merely an idiom, and it means that If someone has the aforementioned gift, they speak in a persuasive and interesting way.(UsingEnglish.com)

Strangely enough, this is still not capable of flattering me.

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I wrote this one during the regime of periscope and lab rep's-making. Cheesy enough, it was written in my friendster blog, which I think is beyond cheesiness.

Ooooh.

I can't figure this one out. No, really.

If you would actually think of it, I haven't learned anything from my past cramming moments and procrastination.

Let's go back to the past once more..

Great Cramming Moments and Procrastinations of Yours Truly

1. Last year's Geometry Project
2. Last year's LAB REPORTS
3. Last year's Filipino Editorials and Feature Articles
4. Last year's History collection of pictures for the video production
5. Last year's History VIDEO PRODUCTION, the most gruesome and crucial of all projects YET
6. CL Scrapbook

and nooww, presenting another addition to the long and fervent list..

MY PHYSICS LAB REPORT.

Damn Optics. I don't get the reason why we have to make a periscope anyway. God, who would even use a periscope in this contemporary era. That's what wiretapping is for, people from the Renaissance.

I'm constantly refusing to finish off my laboratory thinga-majig.

I never loathed my subject of great interest THIS MUCH. Good Lord. UPCAT drove my sanity away. No, let me rephrase that. UPCAT and the previous Advanced Algebra Exam drove my sanity to far, far, away land with Shrek and Fiona's kingdom of heirloom.

But Lorainne, look at the bright side.

I was ergo able to finish off my comparative analysis yesterday, diminishing the fact that I slept at 12am already.

And DUH-UH. Because of the aforementioned above, I'm now sorta relaxing with my Physics labrep.

God have mercy on us all.

[X}-UPCAT
[ ]-ACET
[ ]-DLSU-CET
[ }-USTET
[ ]-MAPUA

one down, four more fatalities to go through.

I wish the calendar-makers would be so gentle to our kind and skip february of next year. By then, we would not only know our UPCAT fate, but we would have also prevented our chances of defending our theses and taking our last periodical examination for the rest of our high school lives.

Nah. I wish.

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WTF. Skip that Christmas list. What the world needs is a smack in the head, not an earthling who is making quite a big deal about what she wants for Christmas.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

My Very Own Sleazeball

This post is not for the weak-hearted, nor immature-minded or whatso-fucking-ever.

So if you think you're absolutely more childish than me, then get the hell out of here as fast as you can.

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We had swimming today for PE. But before that, as always, we were to shower first because our dirt might infect the chlorine in more ways than one. Abominable, huh? I think it's exceptionally stupid too.

While goofing around before we head to the showers, Denise wanted to activate my mammary papillas. As she was trying to scour it beyond the closure of my swimsuit, I felt.. blank. It is but unusual for someone to feel this way when someone is rubbing a vital part of their body. And yeah. It was superlatively weird.

"Di na aactivate yan. Wala na kong endorphin eh" I uttered with a sense of boredom.

And there I go again with the love chemical issue.

I don't know why I keep on blaming the hollowness of the aforementioned natural occurrence. I am neither sourgraping, or pretending to be lacking of reasons as to what I should beg to differ with all of this great aloofness I'm going through. Endorphin is really one hell of a chemical I need. But only God knows why I ran out of it.

Or maybe I'm just predestined to be naturally and peculiarly numb and apathetic at the same time.

And I am thanking my ever-reliable mind for discerning it on time. I guess those things that supposedly erects on my mammary glands won't be standing out for a very loooong time for what I am feeling now is just pure stoicism. Well, what's new, right?

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Every morning when I wake up, the only question that superbly enters my mind is.."What now?"

I don't really get it when Mitch Albom or some literature god said that we, humans, have this special purpose that we should accomplish, primarily because this is the only reason why God made us. It is either we do something to make the world a better place, or we make the world a better place. God, I don't know why I hate shits like that. It's like this one episode in My Name is Earl, where Earl was convinced by this person (Earl stole his air conditioner by the way, and on his ingenious list was to return it. Turns out that the person was now living in a 70's nudist camp. And I thought politics was weird enough.) that global warming per se is out to kill us all, and we should, indeed, try to stop it. Earl thought that the good deeds he was rendering can alleviate the global warming, at the very least.

And we all know that Earl is just one person. ONE person. (And if you want to be more symbolical in life, he can represent the prisoners too. But that's out of the question.) ONE person, and surely enough, that's not enough to even lessen excreted wastes everyday.

See? That's my pointy point point. So what if I beautify and clean every friggin' corner in this stinky world? That won't even make me much more of just an ordinary person, striving to change this world. I am just A person, (or maybe two, if obesity is a factor) and then there are those 100 bazillion irresponsible airheads who sleaze for a living.

But then again, I don't really matter. None of us do, except if we do good things or miracles for a living like Mother Teresa or some saint. They heard God, I didn't. It's that simple.

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My school bus ride a while ago fell between excrucating and humiliating. I was the only senior student in the freakin' coaster, and it sure did suck.

Let me introduce to you..A Novel Jungle. (more infamously known as my grade school busmates)

1. SPOILED B*TCHES - these are the kids that are precisely waaaaaaay more spoiled than I am. Off they 'call' their business-y parents with kiddie mobile phones, exchange numbers, and swear to God, the bus driver, and to every person in and within the vicinity of the transportation that they will go to each other's mansions and shop for clothes at Zara for they will be living their lives the easy way. True enough, I don't find them loathsome. They're just irritating, because they speak like tweens in US, who profuse the word 'like' for a living. I am so like, not finding this like so funny.

2. YOUNG BISEXUALS - hence the name. They're always catching up on the last trip offered by the school bus, because they're merely acting like vultures on the lookout for a handsome girl. I don't really abhor them that much. On the other side, they sicken my guts to death. And the fact that they have the courage to join the last trip (aka the trip for high school students) is very disturbing for a high school student like me. I mean, if taunts aren't enough, then what would it take for them to just leave the cool trip alone with us? Hmm, maybe some hot senior lesbo will. Or so I think it would.

3. BRATS - ugh, they deserve every abhorrence in this God-forsaken world. Their kind is extremely the most vicious among the three. They cry, they spit, they will do everything to piss your ass off. Yeah well of course they're kids, what could you expect? But for Christ's sake these kids are not even near natural! I wasn't like this when I was still a young assclown. I know I did not act like a prim and proper liitle girly-girl back then, but WTF. I never shouted at anyone just because he/she is barricading my way. These b*tches has their own spot in the 9th circle of hell. They sure do.

And to think that I still have a couple of extremely nauseating months to go before I finally walk out of the school bus that I hated (and still hating) for the last 3 years and whatever months.

Woo. I caaan't wait for my last school bus ride.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

THAT WAS SO CLOSE

I SOO CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT YOU BACK BLOGGY. FUCKING HELL I SURE CAN'T.

Thanks to Mr. Danish, the Blogger Employee that was able to restore all of this tremendous shit I went through.

Look what I blogged in MS Word. GAH. The agony of not having you made me do so, bloggy. Sorry.

I made this one yesterday.

Okay. So yeah. I accidentally (more like STUPIDLY) deleted my precious blog last night.There is really no way that all of it was intended. If it was, then I wouldn't cry like a baby just because of it. That would be too...cocky.

I thought that there would be NO way that I can restore it, or have it back. But thank God for bandwidths and hard drives for I learned that this is actually normal among bloggers, and I can recover it through talking to a blogger employee.

So luckily, in two week's time, INTROVERSION will be back with its old dumbass posts and apathetic tantrums and rumblings. I wish that it would restore now, but the blogger employee is on a two-week vacation. Sucks for me, I guess.

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You know you're ugly when nobody tells you that you really are (even as an insult), and people would just laugh behind your back and when you look at them, their lips are merely bleeding for trying hard to stop the laugh, at the least.

You know that you are dumb at everything when people try absolutely everything to not be grouped with you. Nobody wants to let you copy their homework(make that copied homework from someone else's), because they know that you're just merely rewriting the data, but not actually susceptible of understanding it.

You know that you're weird when you feel ugly, as aforementioned awhile ago.

Ah, the wonders of observation. The reality of everything still amazes me.

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Do you know what's really new? The suckiness of school.

Sad to say that this new rave that I have discovered had only occurred to me awhile ago.

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Here are the things I need to do before I can achieve total relaxation:

IP Methodology
IP Data and Results
Physics wire maze project
Physics Lab Report
Physics Experiment
Physics Homework
Physics Quiz
Math Project Proposal
Math Quiz
RRL revision for thesis
Chapter 2 for thesis
Chapter 1 revision for thesis
Methodology for thesis
Research work for RRL revision for thesis
Consultation Card for thesis
Bibliography Card for thesis
Filipino shadow play
English DanteLand
CL Chapter 2 for CRAPbook
Elective homework
Elective quiz
Elective project
PE Quiz

As you can see, God absolutely hates me right now. I mean, WTF. Can you believe that these things are to due this week? Yeah, I can't neither.

So bloggy, I guess I have to go back into the celebration of you reincarnation when all of these have been submitted. GOD.

Monday, September 17, 2007

I'm So Dumbfounded Right Now That's Why I Can't Think of A Good Title

Let's play pretend.

I'm going to pretend that I didn't take any entrance exam for any college yesterday, while you pretend to be feeling apathetic towards me. Easy, right?

And yet ending this superficial game is taking a toll on me. It is just THAT hard to do so anyway.

OKAY GAME OVER.

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Unlike the UPCAT, I definitely did not have that unambiguous feeling of assurance that I will surely pass the ACET.

What is ACET? Let me acquaint you with my highly-nugatory experience with the aforementioned college entrance test that I took yesterday.

-ACET is simply the Ateneo College Entrance Test. It has 2 parts; the proficiency test which has english and mathematics as subtests, and on the other hand we have the loathsome aptitude test, which has logical reasoning, information, abstract reasoning, numerical ability and reading comprehension. What's my favorite part, you may ask? Well, it's that part where our examiner told us that we have a minute to go for the numerical ability part. I was finished ahead of time, since I used the infamous shot gun method again.

-ACET is not meant to be finished. I was surprised by this, of course. I thought it was the UPCAT that is not supposed to be finish. But what the hell did just happened? I sorta forced myself to answer it all. What a complete dumbass.

-ACET is approximately 75% more difficult than the UPCAT. Just imagine if the ACET is also right minus wrong. We would've died if it was so.

-ACET per se is not as interesting as the UPCAT was. There were no interesting people. All of them looked so...normal. And we all know that anything normal is as bas as conformity.

-ACET will not make you nervous if you despise Ateneo. I tried to be all nervous, because all the people in the room looked oh-so sweaty and gloomy and stuff. The examiner would surely have the impression that I got hold of a leakage or something, which is highly unlikely in the first place anyway. And GAH. It did not work. My seatmate kept throwing me nasty glances, and I would just grimace at him whenever he would. It was absolutely weird.

-ACET's aftermath was quite expected. I mean, all of those who took it(and even those who didn't) badly wants to get in Ateneo anyway. Generally speaking, it is pristinely because Ateneo has this pernicious reputation that its students are rich and smart at the same time. Yeah, I think that's absurd too, but let's face it; it's the pathetic truth. The only person I know who is still bitter because of the UPCAT is myself, and comparing that to the throng of batchmates I have who are all amaroidal about the ACET, I'm completely lost.

-ACET seriously sucked. Goodbye Applied Physics.

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I have just been informed that my relatives are reading this filth.

And I'm seriously not liking it.

This blog is not intended to be read by anyone in the first place. But prior to what a blog is, it will be very hypocritical if I would protect this blog with a password.

And duh. That will seriously prove how much of a wimp I am.

You should get this by now.

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Regine Guevara, my boss(because she's the batch EFC chair) told me a while ago that there will be a so-called 'flush drive'. And no, this is not a ripoff of a flash drive. I wish it was, so it wouldn't be as depressing as what it is really implying.

The fucking drive goes like this: people in my classroom are to tally how many times they have flushed a friggin toilet.

WTF. I'm betting that even God is finding this completely stupid. He is sure not finding any of this amusing, or forgivable at all. If I was God, I would've sent the person who started this crummy idea that we should keep track of the frequency of our flushing businesses to the 9th circle of hell. I find it greatly unjust though that there is no circle for those who are exercising their incongruity and ignorance. Can people just shut up if they don't have any good to blab about?


Person A: Ooh, let's play add-a-burden!
Person B: Yeah! Let's get it on!
Person A: The burden I'm going to add is all about abolishing GIFT, but I'll make all subjects be for 2 hours each day. Beat that!
Person B: Oh yeah? My burden is precisely about cutting their day short..hmm..I'll make them end classes on 1 PM, but I'll restrict the school buses, carpools, or even private cars.
Person A: What the...?! That's not even a burden!
Person B: Yes it is!
Person A: This burden would surely kill your brain cells out: I'm going to implement a flush drive! And the silver lining here is that the Science department will be the one to manage it. Uhuh? Uhuh?
Person B: *started to cry* That's the most brilliant burden I've ever heard! Thank you Lord for giving this person such absurdity!

And person A and B are both authorized persons of the school. God.

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Sunday, September 16, 2007

Misfortune at Its Best

I think God started hating me after I walked out of a major breakthrough of my life. I mean, if I would put myself into God's shoes(I highly doubt that he wears them anyway), I would also get mad at my daughter who refused my blessing or something.

During GIFT time last Wednesday, I had the most bad-ass cramp in crampology history. My gastrocnemius sored like hell, and it became so stiff as Jose Rizal's hair. Thank God my classmate Alex was there, for she really did save my life by defying gravity(like hell. I mean, we're in the fucking water anyway. We all did defy gravity) and massaging my big 'ol legs till the calf muscle softened down. After getting out of the pool, I felt gravity's counter-attack on me by merely letting me feel soooooo heavy, as if there's this force that's pushing me farther down under the ground.

And I thought this was unfortunate enough to acknowledge last Wednesday's suckiness.

After taking a bath and changing into new clothes, I said goodbye to Alex. And then, with the gravity still spitting out its unnatural force on me, I walked 100m to the school's slope. Good thing Juela was there, for the next event totally made Wednesday the most unfortunate day ever made by God or Satan or whatever effing god you may think of.

I tripped on a small crack(or fault, if you prefer to be more geographically technical). God, that sure DID suck.

And of course, I wasn't able to go to school the next day because I can't walk. Each step I made with my sprained left foot purged me to tears because (1) IT HURTS GODDAMN IT and (2) If this would go on and on and on till tomorrow, I won't be able to join the much-anticipated last field trip of my sucky life. Mom said I should walk my sprained foot out because there is an increasing direct relationship between resting it, and the pain I would feel. And so, I spent the day walking it out, instead of learning about electric resistance and whatnot.

Past forward to today, where my body aches like hell. I seriously did not enjoy my last field trip. Don't thank the über-corny Lakbay Kalikasan people, thank my shitty sprain. I missed the two most important parts of the trip. Don't ask me what they are. I'll be bitter all over again.

Mt. Banahaw still rocks, for some reason I've yet to discover.

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Well, what do you know? The Apple Center branch at SM Megamall texted me yesterday, saying that my battery pack for my MacBook's already there. 3 weeks my ass, eh?

Oh mehn. Wireless paradise is a breath away. Oh yes it really is.

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ACET's tomorrow, and ugh. I'm not doing anything besides going to mobile9 and downloading themes and stuff.

For one, I'm not really interested in getting into Ateneo, per se. I'm just very much willing to study for the ACET because I just want to prove to people that I can pass their stupid exam, and hence shower them with my pride by NOT enrolling there if I luckily passed so.

But, but. but. Why is there always a but in everything? BUT BUT BUT.

BUT if I get into my first choice, which is the ever infamous double-degree course BS Applied Physics with BS Applied Computer Systems, I would definitely study there. No questions asked. School spirit's not required for you to be accepted there anyway. All you need is your parent's bank account, and a brain to go with it. They sure don't accept nutshells, so to speak.

My friend told me that Ateneo is really my fate. I cannot go to a school that I've been worshiping since forever(read: UP/La Salle), because my driving force would just ergo be school spirit. By thus, school spirit will never ever ever get me anywhere, but on the bleachers of some coliseum during a UAAP game. It is better to study in a school I totally hate, because my driving force is pride and dignity.

Yeah well, whatever. It's like my pride is going to help me get in there anyway. I highly doubt it.

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From this day forward, I'll be starting my Christmas list. I am encouraging everyone to NOT do the same, but try hard to fulfill them for me.

#50. iPod Touch

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Encumbrance

My eyes hurt. They really, really do. I stayed up till 3 am last night because of our freakin' backdrop for our dance in English. The backdrop looked like shit. Don't blame me, blame my lack of creativity.

Anyways, I found it really weird that people are actually studying for the upcoming ACET. Take last night's view of YM, for example. Almost all of my classmates and friend's status contains the word ACET or something that's like it. I remember the sight of my YM list during the ingenious UPCAT. God, you cannot even trace a single agitation among them all. And ergo, this just proves how low-spirited we can be. Analyze those things I've just said and the picture will surely be clear.

I'm exceptionally excited for our field trip to Mt. Banahaw on Friday. OH GIDDY. For the first time ever, my body's more than in the mood to taste the overwrought of discovering mother nature's cuteness in the southern part of the country. And to top the awkward trepidation all off, this will be my last über-cool field trip of all time. There will never be a time in college where I will have this ultimate outbound trip where I can be as stupid and as immature as I want to be.

In other words, this is yet the time of our lives. I know that there are still more things that shall enthuse us like hell(like the field trip), but GOD. This is the last field trip I'll ever go through wearing stench-driven uniforms.

I'm nostalgic again.

But who the hell cares? THIS IS MY LAST YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL. And God knows why I have to stop being so immersed in my studies.

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Looking through my past, I've actually only had 5 major breakthrough in my life per se. And these are:

1. Spelling Bee (WTF)

2. A Poem-Delivery Contest (Look, I don't get this one too. But all I remember is that I humiliated myself during my kindergarten years in a very childish way. I delivered the poem 'Little Boy Blue' in front of the whole school[very weird yet relevant actions included, of course.] Yeah well I won 1st place anyway, and I even got to take home this massive chess set as my prize. My parents weren't still proud of what I just did, really. My teachers and classmates never treated me the same freakin' way again after I won so.)

3. DAMATH (I think I grabbed the 2nd place in this one. DAMATH is a ripoff of checkers. Instead of the usual jumping-and-eating conventions, each piece has a number and each space has a mathematical operation. Guess what I got to take home again. And no, it's not massive this time)

4. The ever-notorious summer swimming competition (Okay, okay. This totally sucked BIG TIME. I won a silver medal for showing off my obese body to the public. Check out the post.)

5. Pauliworld (And it all ended last week. Pathetically ended, intently.)


So, why the hell am I showing off these agendas of extreme incongruity? Yeah well this may not actually be a deal to you, but guess whose absurdity just made her classmates choose her as their class representative for the on-the-spot essay writing contest for the Social Science month for Monday. No, it's not me.



Well, what the hell. It was me. Me. Me. Me. Lorainne. Paragas.

I just won a one-way ticket to a wrong and shameless endeavor. It cannot be reimbursed or traded for a ticket to the 9th level of hell instead. Crap.

And the next thing you'll know, I'm going to take home a fucking chess set again. I don't even know how to play chess, for Christ's sake.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Nihility Loves Company

What a cute paradox. It's one of those kind of paradoxes that you just want to pinch, like those itty-bitty cutesy babies. But unlike those pesky crying little things, this paradox has a superb significance in my life right now.

WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY:

1. I nailed Physics. Like nail nail. Really nail. Wait to go.

2. I don't know why, but I was hardcorely-emo during lunch break. I tried brushing it off by reading about Electric Circuits and studying for the upcoming ACET, but what the hell. I almost died by doing so, and thank God Ayu and Mary popped in our classroom for a visit. If they didn't do so, I could've read the whole book or something, which is exorbitantly nerdy. More like divergently nerdy, if you ask me.

3. For the first time ever, boredom didn't existed during the first friday mass. It was hardly a mass anyway. We just laughed for that 3-hour duration. Sorry, God. You can cut my allowance for 2 months. I don't think I'll be going out for the coming days (or weeks) anyway.

4. The school bus ride home was the most excruciating thing I went through yesterday. Every freaking kid was fucking crying. The 7th graders were crying because of this certain letter they're passing around. On the northern part, a 4th grader was bawling because her bag fell somewhere God knows where. The others were whining for our bus driver to get on with his driving business already and leave the school ASAP because humidity is simply suffocating us all. I was smirking while looking at them all. And I thought obscenely illiterate and terribly bourgeois people have the only right to act THIS stupid.

5. God heard my prayers. Or so I think He did. I now sleep on anormal basis, and by the look of it, precious melatonin's back on my pituitary glands. Mom suggested that it's because of my incessant refusal to drink caffeinated liquids, and go for something so cheesy like the ingenious C2. I think she's right. But since I'm full of pride, there's no effing way I would agree to that.

And the most stupid of them all...

6. I said goodbye to Pauliworld yesterday. Technically, I'm still in. But I guess my ignorance of the information that the writers were supposed to write and submit the article yesterday just easily cleared things up. It's a more than an unambiguous sign that I'm not meant for the school paper. I mean, maybe God just wants me to do math and physics all my life. Or annoy people. Or make stupid people realize that there is someone dumber than them(clue: ME). Or be unloved. Or to be so fat. Or to write here.

And right now, I'm feeling so empty. So empty, that the fact that I'm obese just simply went away for a simple vacation on Palau. It seems like I lost something more valuable than money or anything else that is significantly exquisite. And I'm not even talking about the extra-curricular activity I just lost.

I'm not even talking about something I actually know.

Vindication is waay better than what I'm feeling right now.

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For the first time ever, I felt very accomplished after going to Megamall. Usually, I would feel so slacked after walking through its floors and corridors and other mall shits. But my visit today seemed so..so..good. I don't know, really. The last time I went there with a friend didn't go well. And yet today, my gadget-shopping extravaganza with Monica unleashed the superficial dumbass in me.

We went to Megamall today to buy a new wireless router. But as always, my primary objective wouldn't really be something I would prioritize as soon as I would absorb the ventilated air of the mall. It's like.."God, I just want to shop and shop and shop for gadgets till I die". And so, that was the case. After entering Mega B, we went straight to Cyberzone to FINALLY get my Macbook fixed. Then we watched Rush Hour 3. Then we canvassed for routers. Then I finally bought the cheapest Wireless-G router. Then off I went home.

I HAD FUUUUN.

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How stupid. I bought a router, but my Macbook's far from being portable until the first week of October. GOD. Dang it.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Oh-so Sweet Day

We did nothing all day yesterday. We had no subjects, and we nonetheless dozed the day off. Well, factually speaking, that only occurred for two hours. Two. Sweet. Hours. Plus the travel time from our short field trip to my school's convent in Antipolo. But technically speaking, it was, indeed, for the wholeee day. If I didn't have my GIFT class, yesterday would have been the sweetest school day ever made by God.

For the morning part, we went to that ever-famous convent. It was okay, I guess. As someone who doesn't like silent places that is moronically deafening, I hated every minute of it. It makes me wonder why how walking around a museum that explains my school's history drained every last drop of my stored energy. Weird. I guess boredom really kills. I'm a product of it, obviously.

On the way home, we tried to convince the bus driver to stop the bus over at a McDonald's branch because the trip to the convent magically drank ever last drop of our precious energy.

US: Manong! Hostage na po talaga to! Di na kami nagbibiro! Kapag di nyo po ihinto ang bus sa Mcdo papasabugin po tong bus! Dali na po! Ililibre po naman namin kayo ng Friend Fries eh! Please Manong!

That's how desperate we were. But ugh. We failed to taunt the bus driver so badly that we just ate at the school canteen anyway. That sure did suck.

And let's just say that we got to watch the Cultural Show with the freshmen and sophomores in the afternoon, making our Wednesday afternoon that is usually filled with discussions about electrical energy anything but Physics-less. God. Was that the sweetest thing, or what? I mean, no double period on Physics is waay better than an Haagen-Dazs Belgian Chocolate ice cream. But the non-existent of electives is the best of them all. No questions askes, zai jan.

After that, I went to my swimming GIFT class.

There is something really weird with sunny afternoons. It just makes you want to sleep until you die, but on the other hand you can't because it's just so freakin' hot, so to speak. At the very least, that's what I felt yesterday afternoon.

4x25 for each stroke almost killed me. Breaststroke was fun, as usual. It's just so...relaxing. The kind that just makes you want to do the inverse of the dead man's float and bathe under the sun till your eyes burn out. Sweet.

I got darker. or tanner. or whatever.

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Tomorrow's the big day.

The day I will stop being such a hypocrite and..

QUIT PAULIWORLD.

It is rhetorically funny in a serious note. Well, why? I haven't made a single article yet, and here I am, proving to the cyberworld that I am, indeed, a wuss.

What have they got to lose if I walked out of the biggest break of my high school life anyway? I mean, I don't write anywhere near good.

Or serious.

Conclusion:

I therefore conclude that I am quitting the school paper* because:

-I don't think that I'm much of a serious writer
-I'm very much intimidated by those serious editors
-If there's one thing that I absolutely and infinitely suck at, that's being SERIOUS.

If I would then therefore continue my job as a writer for the 2nd Best Campus Journalism Newspaper in the Philippines(or whatever. I think they got that trademarked or something), I can just imagine my news article right now.

We Won
By: Lorainne Paragas
p. 1111111111111111111

Yay. We won. We absolutely did. I can't believe it. I mean, I was just exhaling out carbon dioxide a while ago, and the next thing I knew, we won. We really did. We SO did. I know, right? We really did. I can't believe it too.

Wtf.

So yeah. Goodbye Pauliworld it is, huh?

(I'm just joking about really quitting the school paper. I'm still bemused, though.)

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

HI Bear Nation

I've discovered that I have this new talent, which isn't really that much of a good one(or even of importance or significance). I don't know if it's really acknowledged or anything by the government or some high authority shiznits, but..-get this-.. I can break down words into other words. I know! Isn't that great? I mean, I don't even get it too!

I will break down names of people into other words, but the pronunciation and sound will still be the same as before. Trust me.

Denise Santillan = Den Niece Sun Till Yawn
Arianna Martinez = Are Yeah Nah More Teen Nest
Patti Dela Concepcion = Pat Tea Dell A Conception
Monica Canta = (this one's kinda hard. sorry Bodika)

And the list will go on and on and on until I'll realize that this isn't a talent, but an implication that I should, therefore, stop playing around with words.

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REPORT CARD

Yeah well I got mine today. I'm lucky enough that my mom's on the pinnacle of her superlatively critical pregnancy. If she otherwise came with me and see the cream of that crop I've been taking care of for the first quarter, she could've given birth to baby Achilles right there and then, for Christ's sake. That would be so cool and disgusting at the same time.

I did well, according to some people I've hesitantly shared with my average. I dunno, really. Of course, there would be always these thoughts that only depict the same thing no matter how stupid they truly get: EXPECTATIONS. I expected higher grades, because much effort was exerted by yours truly. I'm clueless of why my grades isn't where I expected them to be, you know..sort of up there.

I know I can only blame two things for this undoubtedly unexpected outcome: Unequal outlooks and God's Will. The latter part is truly a constant. I mean, we put His Will to blame for even the smallest of things. But whatever. It's like we have a lot of concrete and universal things to blame anyway.

UNEQUAL OUTLOOK. Now that's a new one.

If you're still scratching your head because of this, then let me thoroughly explain it to you, imaginary reader.

I don't give importance to some subjects mainly because I don't think they are, indeed, important. And by some subjects, I'm pointing out those subjects that are not concerned with any mathematical shits. Take my Filipino subject as an example. I don't really give a damn about it, really.(But only God knows why I finished El Filibusterismo a month ahead of everyone)

I'm not bragging or anything, but my forte is really m-a-t-h MATH. I loooove math. Math excites my hormones more than pornography itself does. Math erases my daily anguishes. Math gives me that adrenalin rush even the wildest and deadliest roller coaster can't really give. Call me crazy or whatever, but you can't separate mathematics per se and moi in whatever friggin way you can think of.

But, yeah. I have to stop gushing on Advanced Algebra. I just have to. If this love for math goes on and on and on for my whole senior year, then I wouldn't be even half-surprised if I would keep getting low scores on those subjects I expertise in. YES. It's the other way around. The more I dwell on a subject I give much importance, the lower score I would always get. WTF. Now that's a total indirect relationship for ya.

So Lorainne, say an early goodbye to UP-Diliman. The chances of you getting in there is like the chances of our country to surpass its economic dilemmas and replace United States of America as ze ultimet world power. It's either the blue eagle, the green archer, the growling tiger, or the cardinal for now. UNLIKELY. Really.

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Dear Monica Canta,

If ever you would pass UP(which is the university of my..take note..MY dreams)....

I'll cry. No, really. I will. I can't believe I have a smart-ass friend who's not that much of interested to go to UP like I am, and who has this 300 percent chance of passing the UPCAT, and who will have the highest UPG ever. It will hurt my deepest gut if you'll bag that INTARMED program.

But moreover, I will be so happy because my friend who's always willing to carry my mundane burdens will go to the final step of education in our lives in a university where she truly belongs. UP's your kismet, Monica. Be thankful for your not-so normal intellectual capability. I mean, I myself is very much thankful that I have the smartest and whimsiest 'best' friend in the whole wide world. I will never ever ever ever survive the perks of the high school life we are going through for the very last time in our lives without you.

If you get into UP, just go. I'm just kidding about that neglecting part. I'll never ever neglect someone like you.

BUT F*CK YOU IF YOU REALLY GET INTO UP.

Love,
Lorainne.

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Anything Goes.

I just wanna say hi to Denise Santillan, who told me that she's truly an avid reader of this trash bin. Well, ugh. Thanks, I guess.


Hello to Arianna Martinez. I hope that you become the model that you're dreaming to be. I also hope that you know Ilong Ranger , because you two have some nosy similarities. No kidding.