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It's 8:49 AM according to the laptop's clock, and I'm whiling away the time on the Internet until it's 9:30, when I'll leave the dorm to pick up a box of donuts at Cello's, and then take a taxi to the airport, and then take a plane back home. <3 I'm glad I'm spending the weekend home, even if it is just for two days. It's been a long week for me... Wait, come to think of it, my week hasn't been that stressful, actually. Hell Week's over. These past five days have just been about regular classes and ordinary homeworks. There was that one long test in Chemistry. But aside from that, things have been pretty chill. Like last Thursday, when we had a free cut for Chem! Oh man, that was the best I had felt all week. We were all jumping and shouting and poking each other's ribs when we found out our teacher wasn't coming. (We went to McDonald's afterwards to celebrate with burgers and ice cream!) And yesterday was no sweat! We

My first A on a Pulan exam! Woohoo!!! And I've got three of them too! (and one C+ .__. ) I would like to mention here that I find it a bit unfair how the teachers of my block give such hard exams and low grades. People barely passed the Filipino midterms in my block, and I'm quite sure that nobody got an A in the final grades. From what I've heard from the other blocks, they're getting A's all over! I'm not saying we have bad teachers. Mr. Devilles, our Filipino teacher, does an excellent job at bringing to life Filipino literature. Last meeting, we spent fifteen minutes listening to songs from Glee and Les Miserables, talking about the romantic elements of the lyrics! It's fun. But I'll tell you what's NOT fun: the exams. For our midterms, we were given a poem to analyze on the spot. I  thought I did all right, but when my grade came out, I got a 33 over 50. The passing grade was 35. FAIL. As for my grades in Math 18A, our teacher, Mr. Mar

The Pre-Medical Society of the Ateneo (PMSA), the org me and the rest of my blockmates are in, held this thing called Tambay Week all week this week (what a weak repitition of "week"). They set up this tambayan in SEC C, where any PMSA member could drop by from Monday 'til Friday to chill and hang out, yo.      They had a Wii. I kept losing at Wii Tennis (a very accurate reflection of my athletic abilities in real life). There was also a Twister mat. The picture says everything. There were cushy inflatable sofas too, as pictured below (forget the face I'm pulling!). And, look! Kitty! . . . P.S. I hate how shallow my posts have been sounding. I am not worthy to be a student of Max Pulan. P.P.S. I can't go to PAWS D: So much to do, so little time. (P.P.P.S. this is a scheduled post)

Checkitawt! That's me and Rap with Arnold Arre, director, illustrator, writer. He was the guest speaker at Kapelikula, a Loyola Film Circle event with free coffee, free donuts, and a ONE-ON-ONE SESSION WITH ARNOLD ARRE!!! Okay, I can't pretend like I'm a big fan of his, because before his name had ever come up at the Film Circle, I didn't know who he was or what he did. And to pretend like I AM a big fan of his would just be insulting to all his genuine fans who have read his work and watched his films. But anyway. He was a really nice guy. This one LFC kid actually asked Mr. Arre to draw him (the kid) on his(the kid's) copy of Mythology Class (the book), and he (Mr. Arre) happily obliged. . . . I was glad to have been able to play a part in this event, and not just as a participant, but also as the coffee-buyer. (proud face) Yeahhh. You heard me. I bought the coffee. That was all my doing. :D It wasn't easy, but I managed. How could I not, when the tremendo

To be honest, I don't even remember if it's called Box OF Rice, or Box O' Rice. I hope it's Box O' Rice. It just sounds cooler that way. But anyway. I went there last Friday for dinner, and it was my first time there. It's a cozy little place right next to my dorm, and they serve exactly what their name implies: boxes of rice. Boxes of rice with toppings, of course. Emphasis on the word "boxes." Which means there are no plates involved. Which means you can bring the boxes in and out of the store as you please. I should've noted this earlier, because I embarrassed myself at the counter, telling the cashier TWICE that I wanted my box of rice "to go." Durrr. Boxed na. To go pa. Anyway, the food itself is good, for P60-P70 priced meals. My only complaint is that their meat-to-rice ratio needs a bit more tweaking. There's just so much rice, and so little of anything else! That's Pinoy portioning for you. Actually, the store don

      It started out like any other morning.       It was Friday, August 6th (yes this blog is delayed), and I had English class at 7:30. As my alarm woke me up at 6:30, I  Rickroll'd  myself out of bed (Rick Astley is my alarm tone) in the zombie state I wake up in every day.      Willing myself to sit up, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a black object resting on the pillow, next to the spot where my head had been.        Gasp of surprise! It was my flashlight! :O          But how had it gotten there when I had never touched it since the day I first put it on the shelf above my bed?     Seeing that the plastic envelope on my shelf had been knocked down, I used my ultra-clever super sharp wit and logic to arrive at a conclusion only a mind as great as mine could conceive: the envelope had knocked down the flashlight!     Another gasp of surprise! :O     The envelope? The envelope did it? Oh, say it ain't so!      Wait, it can't be true, because the envelope is t

Check these out! Collectible Boys of Block XX playing cards! (I mean the playing cards are collectible, not the boys.) And, no, they're not really playing cards. They're just cut-out pieces of cardboard with pictures of two different Block XX boys pasted onto each one of them. They're supposed to be played like dominoes, where you a line up the pieces in such a way that the same pictures are adjacent to each other. In this case, you line up the cards so that a boy's face is right... next to... his own face. :| Right. Anyway. It was Jani, Karl, Arthur, Deo and Andy's group that came up with this idea for their report in Chemistry. It was all about stoichiometry, the study of the quantities involved in chemical reactions, which you probably don't care about, so I better stop yapping about it now k thx bye. (scheduled post)

      In Cagayan, I had always wanted to go to Manila during vacations. It was, for me, this beautiful place with an amazing cityscape, huge malls and insane theme parks, all that glitz and glamour. It was the City of Lights, and everything to me seemed so magical and wonderful (all this having been established as "fact" the first time I came to Manila; I was about three years old then).     But Manila is definitely NOT all that glamour and glitz. Living in Katipunan (and now, seventeen years old) has made me realize that things aren't as flashy as my three-year-old self had imagined them to be. Katipunan may come across as a fancy shmancy destination to go eat, unwind, and have fun (*ahem* Cantina *ahem*), but it can also be very UN-glamorous: the unbearable heat, the insufferable filth, the risk of getting stolen from, or the dangers, as my Kagay-anon relatives and friends are always warning me about, of indiscreetly being slipped a roofer, passing out, and then wakin

(Click to enlarge. Or not.) Been trying out all sorts of new things with MS Paint. This cartoon here is the result of all that experimentation plus this week's worth of spiritual exhaustion. More on the latter some other time. I need to sleep now.

You know how you can password-protect Word files? Well, I keep a file like that in my laptop to use as a virtual diary. I've been writing in it since the summer of 2009. I mention this because I was going over my old entries yesterday, and I remembered how apathetic I had become during my last year of high school. Take for example this snippet I found, dated Thursday, August 20, 2009, 10:25 pm: My life is so bleak. I wish I could just break away from all of this, you know? Break away... Unhinge myself from this bleakness that I seem to be so lost in. Somehow I wish  I could go somewhere to get lost. To wander around. To find myself. And when I come back, I'll be refreshed and shiny and new again. Not like what I am now: so dull. So normal. So... jaded? God. SO BLEAK. So bleak I can’t stand it anymore.  I HAVE NO LIFE. Seriously. It’s all just Facebook. It's all just school, and homework, and endless sleep, and unfulfilled dreams. For reasons I can't divulge on the In

Quick summary of week, and then I'm off to work on Chemistry powerpoint: (Yes, more pictures. They always come in handy when words escape me.) [all pictures clickable for a better view] Wednesday was the Pre-Medical Society of the Ateneo's General Assembly (GA), and they gave out these "Happy Pills" which were really just gum. I'm guessing they did that so that we'd be more awake during the talks (which is basically what a GA is: a bunch of talks).  I don't know what day of the week I found this sign. All I know is that I went looking for dinner one night, and when I went into Reyes Barbecue across the dorm, there was this sign right here. Last Friday, some of the Block and I went to Gateway mall to watch Inception. It was to be my second time riding an LRT (picture above), and I freaked out because the machine that dispenses tickets wouldn't accept my coins, all because they were shiny. Grr. Blockmate and fellow Bisaya Mariel had to come and h