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Showing posts with label elbi life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label elbi life. Show all posts
30 November 2010
22 July 2010
Diploma, Death and Dr. DILF
I was in Powerbooks at Megamall this afternoon when I received a call from Ms. HR. Actually, I texted her and asked for the schedule of orientation and contract signing. It was supposed to be this week but she told me that it would be on the first week of August instead. I felt a lil bit sad because I was excited to start working. I've been praying for a really big distraction for weeks now and working is definitely the biggest distraction I could have.
But looking on the bright side (coz I have no choice), the delay means a few more weeks to enjoy freedom. Though honestly, I'm not exactly sure how to spend that freedom. I'd prolly watch lotsa movies (Inception, Airbender, Salt, Despicable Me, Eat Pray Love). Or maybe get drunk in Elbi again.
Speaking of Elbi, I was there this morning to get my diploma and request a copy of my transcript of records. I saw my academic adviser and we had a little chitchat. Btw, my adviser is uber cool. She's much updated with the shenanigans of my no longer existing love life. Problem is she only has a bird's eye view so she took her turn in asking me the juicy details. I told her.
After having lunch with a couple of friends, I went back to Manila to die. I went to Clinica Manila to have what they call pre-employment medical examination. I hate doctors, dentists, hospitals, clinics and needles. Especially needles. I was shaking so bad that the nurse who had to extract a sample of my blood gave me a few minutes to calm down. And breathe. The shaking didn't end there. I was shaking when they were getting my BP, pulse rate and chest xray. I heard the word relax gazillion of times.
The only time I didn't shake because of fear was during the physical examination. The doctor is a total DILF. His hands were all over my body - back, neck, chest, and abdomen. But for medical reasons of course. Hahaha. I was disappointed though that he didn't ask me to take my clothes off. I remember stripping down during the required physical examination in my school. Had Doctor DILF asked me to strip, he would have found what's missing all his life. Hahaha.
Anyhoos, I would go back to the clinic tomorrow for the pupu sample. I hope to see Dr. DILF again.
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Elsewhere
OneManga is closing down. I'm not a manga fan but I know a handful of friends who are gaga over manga.
But looking on the bright side (coz I have no choice), the delay means a few more weeks to enjoy freedom. Though honestly, I'm not exactly sure how to spend that freedom. I'd prolly watch lotsa movies (Inception, Airbender, Salt, Despicable Me, Eat Pray Love). Or maybe get drunk in Elbi again.
Speaking of Elbi, I was there this morning to get my diploma and request a copy of my transcript of records. I saw my academic adviser and we had a little chitchat. Btw, my adviser is uber cool. She's much updated with the shenanigans of my no longer existing love life. Problem is she only has a bird's eye view so she took her turn in asking me the juicy details. I told her.
After having lunch with a couple of friends, I went back to Manila to die. I went to Clinica Manila to have what they call pre-employment medical examination. I hate doctors, dentists, hospitals, clinics and needles. Especially needles. I was shaking so bad that the nurse who had to extract a sample of my blood gave me a few minutes to calm down. And breathe. The shaking didn't end there. I was shaking when they were getting my BP, pulse rate and chest xray. I heard the word relax gazillion of times.
The only time I didn't shake because of fear was during the physical examination. The doctor is a total DILF. His hands were all over my body - back, neck, chest, and abdomen. But for medical reasons of course. Hahaha. I was disappointed though that he didn't ask me to take my clothes off. I remember stripping down during the required physical examination in my school. Had Doctor DILF asked me to strip, he would have found what's missing all his life. Hahaha.
Anyhoos, I would go back to the clinic tomorrow for the pupu sample. I hope to see Dr. DILF again.
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Elsewhere
OneManga is closing down. I'm not a manga fan but I know a handful of friends who are gaga over manga.
21 May 2010
Lame
I woke up 5:45 to prep up for my jogging activity. I decided last night I am so getting rid of the excessive fats in tummy. I blame beer and eating too much rice as the culprit.
Walk-walk-jog-walk-jog-walk.
Barely 45 minutes and I felt-oxygen deprived.
So I decided to go home.
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Elsewhere
Losers, that's what you are...
"Several losers, mostly lawmakers seeking reelection, brought up the issue of the time stamp during the hearing." Locsin loses it in House over his ‘baby’
Willie: Please release me! by Ricky Lo
UPLB Freedom Park
Walk-walk-jog-walk-jog-walk.
Barely 45 minutes and I felt-oxygen deprived.
So I decided to go home.
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Elsewhere
Losers, that's what you are...
"Several losers, mostly lawmakers seeking reelection, brought up the issue of the time stamp during the hearing." Locsin loses it in House over his ‘baby’
Willie: Please release me! by Ricky Lo
18 May 2010
28 April 2010
09 April 2010
05 April 2010
Para sa diploma
Magdamag naglamay ng manuscript.
Walang tulog.
Walang ligo.
Walang matinong kain.
Walang matinong s*x.
Shit.
Paper jam.
Naubos ng bond paper.
Naubos ang ink.
Kulang kulang ang na-print.
Lampas sa margin.
Three hours late sa pagpapasa.
Naglakad sa katirikan ng araw.
I was thisclose to fainting.
Hay.
Konti pa.
Para sa diploma.
Walang tulog.
Walang ligo.
Walang matinong kain.
Walang matinong s*x.
Shit.
Paper jam.
Naubos ng bond paper.
Naubos ang ink.
Kulang kulang ang na-print.
Lampas sa margin.
Three hours late sa pagpapasa.
Naglakad sa katirikan ng araw.
I was thisclose to fainting.
Hay.
Konti pa.
Para sa diploma.
30 March 2010
Ma'am Emy
"Kaya nyo yan Pips. I believe in you. Don't worry about mistakes. They are part of one's journey towards self-improvement. Today is just a speck in your lifetime. Try to do well but never think that who you are and who you can become is determined by just today."
That was my academic adviser's text message before we left Elbi to present the result of our study to our bosses in Batangas.
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With our bosses
And I think we did well in the presentation.
Thank you Ma'am Emy.
21 February 2010
Week 4
It took me forever to chop garlics and onions
Pansit for Macky
DIY birthday hat
Shell vs. Customs
Forum with people surrounding Shell Tabangao refinery
Week 3
Bryan, the SK Chair of Libjo
Danna assisting the enumerators we hired
Fooling around while Ate Iya is working her ass off. Lol
My girls
Siesta
06 February 2010
Week 2
Tulay
Macky, my survey buddy
Batangas State U + UPLB practicumers
Yung ilog parang baha na lang
My survey buddy is Eminem
29 January 2010
Week 1
I miss blogging. Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of time and luxury of resources (I'm using prepaid internet) to blog. =( And I don't know if we're allowed to share what's happening in our practicum...at least not until the practicum ends. So lemme share some pictures na lang. Low res though to save time in uploading.
21 January 2010
15 January 2010
On Large Class UPLB: A Resounding “No!”
On Large Class UPLB: A Resounding “No!”
by Randwin Francis Cea Mercado
In one of my MA classes in Diliman, I once shared this plan of the UPLB administration to convert Eng 1, Eng 2, and Eng 10 large classes. A large class has 160-250 students while the status quo lecture class has 30-40 students. My classmates, ESL teachers and Call Center trainers were shocked and appalled. My teacher, a student of Noam Chomsky and an initiator of key subjects in Diliman, chuckled because the plan was absolutely crazy.
(According to a DOH survey, 3 of 10 government employees suffer some form of mental condition. I can think of 2 way up in the UPLB administration who might belong to those 3.) As early as a few months after Chancellor Luis Rey Velasco took office, there have been rumors that the GE subjects offered by the Department of Humanities will be converted to large class format. On September 4, 2006, Prof. Ruperta Asuncion, who was then the English Division head, called for an emergency meeting. The administration told her to tell us to alter the syllabus of Eng 1, Eng 2, and Eng 10 so that it can be taught as large class. The administration expected it the following day because large class was to be implemented next semester. (As if rewriting a syllabus was as easy as making a cup of coffee.)
Several concerns were raised in our meeting: first, because Eng 1 and Eng 2 are GE courses approved by the BOR shouldn't the BOR be informed first; second, what was the reason for the implementation of this scheme; and third, because all existing studies on ESL claim that small classes produce more competent students, aren’t we sacrificing our quality of education?
Instead of a syllabus, we submitted position papers against the large class scheme. One of my sources later told me that the administration just laughed at our papers. “Pa-position-position paper pa kayo,” one of them reportedly said.
Every semester, the administration would tell us to convert to large class. Every semester, our division head would present our reasons against it. When Prof. Asuncion stepped down as head (and later retired), it was Prof. Emerita Cervantes’s turn. And she defended our cause just as her predecessor did. Someone form the administration reportedly said: “Sawang-sawa na kami dyan.” If I was there I’d tell that person: “Kung
sawang-sawa na kayo, ba’t di nyo pa kami tantanana?”
January 2010. A memo from the chancellor reached the Department of Humanities and the Department of Social Sciences. The memo came with a verbal instruction: Large class will be implemented for all GE classes next school year. It also came with a verbal threat: Take it or leave. (In the case of temporary faculty it’s take it or no renewal.)
On January 18, 2010, 9AM, the faculty of the Department of Humanities will be met by RGEP council head Panopio and Vice-Chancellor for Academic Affairs Laude not to consult but to tell us that we can’t do anything about it. It’s curious why Laude would be there. She’s the one who endorses our renewal to the chancellor.
Technically, it is the administration that is proposing the large class scheme. But so far, we have not been provided the rationale for such a move. (The situation is a far cry from Velasco’s promise of transparency when he took over from Chancellor David.) The rumor is that it has to do with money. Large class means fewer teachers. Fewer teachers means more items. More items means more money in the bank. More money in the bank means more interest. More interest means more savings.
(What is an item? Each department has a set number of items. Items correspond to the number of teacher you can hire. I’m not sure, but I think the government budgets salary according to items and not necessarily according to actual number of teachers. Therefore, even though no one is being paid for that item, there is money being set aside for that item. If no one uses it, the money goes to the bank. It’s an elaborate version of the 15-30 scheme in baranggays.)
This is the worst time to be a member of the Academic Personnel Committee. Because few teachers are needed, it pains me to know that I would be one of the people responsible for determining who among my colleagues will not be renewed next school year. (In our division alone, there’s some 20 faculty members. The Department of Humanities has some 60.)
If you ask me, only one person deserves the boot. If money is the problem, our Chancellor shouldn’t be
squandering UP’s precious budget on sidewalk displays (those infamous three-coat painted solid concrete Oro can sized bangas littering the sidewalks), 60-foot Christmas trees, and life-size Nativity scenes. If money
is the problem, our Chancellor should be creative enough to think of ways to tie up with international research
institutions and earn money by simply being a university in the truest sense. Or have the balls to demand a bigger budget from the government. Elections is just around the corner anyway.
Fire Velasco and hire someone new. Preferably someone who understands that the one thing every UP student is proud of is quality education.
January 15, 2010
Los Baños, Laguna
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Mr. Mercado gave his permission to repost this.
by Randwin Francis Cea Mercado
In one of my MA classes in Diliman, I once shared this plan of the UPLB administration to convert Eng 1, Eng 2, and Eng 10 large classes. A large class has 160-250 students while the status quo lecture class has 30-40 students. My classmates, ESL teachers and Call Center trainers were shocked and appalled. My teacher, a student of Noam Chomsky and an initiator of key subjects in Diliman, chuckled because the plan was absolutely crazy.
(According to a DOH survey, 3 of 10 government employees suffer some form of mental condition. I can think of 2 way up in the UPLB administration who might belong to those 3.) As early as a few months after Chancellor Luis Rey Velasco took office, there have been rumors that the GE subjects offered by the Department of Humanities will be converted to large class format. On September 4, 2006, Prof. Ruperta Asuncion, who was then the English Division head, called for an emergency meeting. The administration told her to tell us to alter the syllabus of Eng 1, Eng 2, and Eng 10 so that it can be taught as large class. The administration expected it the following day because large class was to be implemented next semester. (As if rewriting a syllabus was as easy as making a cup of coffee.)
Several concerns were raised in our meeting: first, because Eng 1 and Eng 2 are GE courses approved by the BOR shouldn't the BOR be informed first; second, what was the reason for the implementation of this scheme; and third, because all existing studies on ESL claim that small classes produce more competent students, aren’t we sacrificing our quality of education?
Instead of a syllabus, we submitted position papers against the large class scheme. One of my sources later told me that the administration just laughed at our papers. “Pa-position-position paper pa kayo,” one of them reportedly said.
Every semester, the administration would tell us to convert to large class. Every semester, our division head would present our reasons against it. When Prof. Asuncion stepped down as head (and later retired), it was Prof. Emerita Cervantes’s turn. And she defended our cause just as her predecessor did. Someone form the administration reportedly said: “Sawang-sawa na kami dyan.” If I was there I’d tell that person: “Kung
sawang-sawa na kayo, ba’t di nyo pa kami tantanana?”
January 2010. A memo from the chancellor reached the Department of Humanities and the Department of Social Sciences. The memo came with a verbal instruction: Large class will be implemented for all GE classes next school year. It also came with a verbal threat: Take it or leave. (In the case of temporary faculty it’s take it or no renewal.)
On January 18, 2010, 9AM, the faculty of the Department of Humanities will be met by RGEP council head Panopio and Vice-Chancellor for Academic Affairs Laude not to consult but to tell us that we can’t do anything about it. It’s curious why Laude would be there. She’s the one who endorses our renewal to the chancellor.
Technically, it is the administration that is proposing the large class scheme. But so far, we have not been provided the rationale for such a move. (The situation is a far cry from Velasco’s promise of transparency when he took over from Chancellor David.) The rumor is that it has to do with money. Large class means fewer teachers. Fewer teachers means more items. More items means more money in the bank. More money in the bank means more interest. More interest means more savings.
(What is an item? Each department has a set number of items. Items correspond to the number of teacher you can hire. I’m not sure, but I think the government budgets salary according to items and not necessarily according to actual number of teachers. Therefore, even though no one is being paid for that item, there is money being set aside for that item. If no one uses it, the money goes to the bank. It’s an elaborate version of the 15-30 scheme in baranggays.)
This is the worst time to be a member of the Academic Personnel Committee. Because few teachers are needed, it pains me to know that I would be one of the people responsible for determining who among my colleagues will not be renewed next school year. (In our division alone, there’s some 20 faculty members. The Department of Humanities has some 60.)
If you ask me, only one person deserves the boot. If money is the problem, our Chancellor shouldn’t be
squandering UP’s precious budget on sidewalk displays (those infamous three-coat painted solid concrete Oro can sized bangas littering the sidewalks), 60-foot Christmas trees, and life-size Nativity scenes. If money
is the problem, our Chancellor should be creative enough to think of ways to tie up with international research
institutions and earn money by simply being a university in the truest sense. Or have the balls to demand a bigger budget from the government. Elections is just around the corner anyway.
Fire Velasco and hire someone new. Preferably someone who understands that the one thing every UP student is proud of is quality education.
January 15, 2010
Los Baños, Laguna
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Mr. Mercado gave his permission to repost this.
11 January 2010
Chitchat
I had a pretty interesting and productive day today. I woke up early to go to school and pick a form I need for my practicum. Stayed in our department for a while hoping to have some a chat with some random people. Too bad no one was around since today is Monday - our classes are from Tuesday to Friday. I left for lunch 11ish and decided to just eat at home. I bought a slice watermelon, my favourite fruit in the world! Hehe. Seriously, I <3 watermelons. Watermelon is the next best thing to chocolate.
I asked Johnny Depp to join me over lunch and he obliged. He said he's not hungry though and just watched happy me eat my watermelon-chan. Halfway through lunch he decided to tell a story. "Once Upon a Time in Mexico", he started. I wasn't paying much attention since I'm not into guns and stuffs. But it got pretty interesting when he and Enrique Iglesias came into the picture. Johnny is really good as always while Enrique is boyish and cute.
Around 1pm I decided to go back to school to do some research for my practicum. I saw my friend DJ and decided to ditch research and have a little chit chat with her. Our little chit chat lasted till 6. Lol. Macky joined us around 4 pm. Btw, our chit chat was about our practicum. We three are potential practicum mates if British Council (DJ) and Globe (me) decides not to take as practicumers/interns. We'll be joining Macky in Pilipinas Shell. And yeah, I think I'm favoring Shell over Globe because I'll be with these two funny girls.
Our chit chat also revolved on how we would try not to get into each other's nerves since we'll be staying in one place if we become practicum mates. Hehe. We're good friends but then again we know that living in one place is not the same as hanging out with each other outside.
Next to not getting into each other's nerves, food is next main concern.
Then, cleaning.
Come Wednesday we'll know our final assignment. I do hope it's Shell for me.
And oh, Macky, your suitor is a hawtee. =p
I asked Johnny Depp to join me over lunch and he obliged. He said he's not hungry though and just watched happy me eat my watermelon-chan. Halfway through lunch he decided to tell a story. "Once Upon a Time in Mexico", he started. I wasn't paying much attention since I'm not into guns and stuffs. But it got pretty interesting when he and Enrique Iglesias came into the picture. Johnny is really good as always while Enrique is boyish and cute.
Around 1pm I decided to go back to school to do some research for my practicum. I saw my friend DJ and decided to ditch research and have a little chit chat with her. Our little chit chat lasted till 6. Lol. Macky joined us around 4 pm. Btw, our chit chat was about our practicum. We three are potential practicum mates if British Council (DJ) and Globe (me) decides not to take as practicumers/interns. We'll be joining Macky in Pilipinas Shell. And yeah, I think I'm favoring Shell over Globe because I'll be with these two funny girls.
Our chit chat also revolved on how we would try not to get into each other's nerves since we'll be staying in one place if we become practicum mates. Hehe. We're good friends but then again we know that living in one place is not the same as hanging out with each other outside.
Next to not getting into each other's nerves, food is next main concern.
DJ: Sino magluluto?
Ako: Di ako marunong.
Macky: Marunong ako!
DJ: Ayun!
Macky: Kaso prito lang.
Ako: Prito lang din alam namin eh - hotdog, itlog.
Macky: Pero pag di masarap yung niluto ko ok lang naman na sabihin nyo.
Ako: Sa labas na lang tayo kumain.
DJ: Jollibee everyday.
Then, cleaning.
Macky: Sino maglilinis ng C.R.?
DJ: Si Pipo marunong daw.
Ako: Ha? Eh...
Macky: May schedule na lang dapat.
Ako: Oo nga!
DJ: Sige Mack, ikaw first two months sa C.R. Si Ate Iya (another practicum mate) magluluto.
Come Wednesday we'll know our final assignment. I do hope it's Shell for me.
And oh, Macky, your suitor is a hawtee. =p
07 January 2010
Pink Flicks 2
Taga elbi ka ba o malapit dito? Nood na!
Ma Vie En Rose
Ludovic is a young boy who can't wait to grow up to be a woman. When his family discovers the little girl blossoming in him they are forced to contend with their own discomfort and the lack of understanding from their new neighbors. Their anger and impatience cave and Ludovic is sent to see a psychiatrist in the hopes of fixing whatever is wrong with him. A movie that addresses trans-gender and gender issues in general through the eyes of a child.
The Matthew Shepard Story
In 1998, a young gay man by the name of Matthew Shepard was robbed, viciously beaten and left tied to a fence to die. Although he was soon found by the police and hospitalized, he soon expired. This film recounts the events after the conviction of the two men responsible for this hate motivated murder. Matthew's parents, though satisfied by the conviction, are finding the sentencing phase of the trial more difficult. The parents initially want to request the death penalty for their son's murderers, but the mother, Judy, starts to reconsider. As they struggle with their decision, they decide to reexamine the life of their son and rediscover his personality, his struggle to accept his homosexual sexual orientation as a natural part of his being and above all, his generous humanity to others. All of this leads the parents to appeal to the court the way their son would have wanted, not out of vengeance but to represent best of what their son was and the tragedy of his loss.
Saken kayo bumili ng ticket ha. :]
Brought to you by UPLB Babaylan.
Ma Vie En Rose
Ludovic is a young boy who can't wait to grow up to be a woman. When his family discovers the little girl blossoming in him they are forced to contend with their own discomfort and the lack of understanding from their new neighbors. Their anger and impatience cave and Ludovic is sent to see a psychiatrist in the hopes of fixing whatever is wrong with him. A movie that addresses trans-gender and gender issues in general through the eyes of a child.
The Matthew Shepard Story
In 1998, a young gay man by the name of Matthew Shepard was robbed, viciously beaten and left tied to a fence to die. Although he was soon found by the police and hospitalized, he soon expired. This film recounts the events after the conviction of the two men responsible for this hate motivated murder. Matthew's parents, though satisfied by the conviction, are finding the sentencing phase of the trial more difficult. The parents initially want to request the death penalty for their son's murderers, but the mother, Judy, starts to reconsider. As they struggle with their decision, they decide to reexamine the life of their son and rediscover his personality, his struggle to accept his homosexual sexual orientation as a natural part of his being and above all, his generous humanity to others. All of this leads the parents to appeal to the court the way their son would have wanted, not out of vengeance but to represent best of what their son was and the tragedy of his loss.
Saken kayo bumili ng ticket ha. :]
Brought to you by UPLB Babaylan.
05 January 2010
Just My Luck
Do you believe in luck? I do. I'm not a fan of that fate thingy and that everything-happens-for-a reason philosophy.
Methinks somebody robbed me off of my luck today. Or maybe I left it somewhere.
We had our photo shoot for the graduation...and I look like crap in the pictures. My "creative shot" is mediocre at best. Mediocre may even be a bit of a stretch. >_<
And I thought the practicum firm where I will be assigned is just a toss between Blacksmith Inc., and Pilipinas Shell. I was actually 101% confident that Blacksmith will choose me. But it's neither Blacksmith nor Shell. It's Globe. I didn't choose Globe. How can I choose Globe when it's not even in the list of choices. I have nothing against Globe though. Globe is Globe after all and I've heard their CSR projects are award-winning. I just don't like surprises.
I'm gonna stop whining now as I have this feeling that I'm already contradicting myself.
10 December 2009
Shoot
So I attended the seminar class for graduating students this morning. I arrived 15 minutes late but I'm actually quite proud of myself considering I only had three hours of sleep last night as boyfie asked me to layout a scientific poster. Also, I was sort of one of the early birds since there were five people who came earlier than me.
The topic discussed this morning was one of the topics discussed in last year's seminar - volunteerism and partnership (I'm done with this subject na kasi). I was trying to keep a low profile as I'm just sitting-in in the class but the professor practically made everyone talked. And so I had to talk. And talked I did. I can't help it. Prof's really good she got me warmed up. I hope I did make sense though. Lol.
When the discussion barely had began, Mr. Graduation Committee Representative me handed me the contract for the graduation photo shoot and yearbook. Attached in the contract is an info sheet where we're supposed to write, umm, basic info about ourselves. There were also some questions which I find so slumbook-ish and, yeah, our answers to these questions will be printed in the yearbook.
Very beauty pageant-ish. And I'm pretty sure people will, more or less, have the same answers here. Bring out a pen and paper and start tallying how often the words holistic and sustainable appear.
I just don't buy the idea of sharing my regrets in a yearbook. I want my page in the yearbook gleeful. I'll reserve the regrets for my autobiography. Lol.
Ok. I kinda like this question. I'll shed a tear or two in the future when I read my answer and other people's answer to this.
Also, we're supposed to ask two of our closest friends or relatives to write a special message for us. Now that's just plain cheesy. And corny. But I'll try to make this work for me. I just need to find two people who are so eloquent that they'll be able to convince me that it was me they talked about in the message even if I'm not even a light year close to their descriptions. Lol.
Ok. If you think you know me well and you're know your way with words and you're interested in writing a message for me for our yearbook, email me. Bah. As if Pipo, as if.
Update: I've decided not to get the yearbook. You see, I'm an "irregular" student and much of the people who I consider as my batch mates already graduated last year. I realized that I won't be seeing my batch mates in that yearbook and that's like defeating the purpose of yearbooks - to bring back memories. Without the cute/lovely/fugly/stupid faces of my batch mates in that yearbook, there'll be no memories that'll make me smile, cry or curse. So there. No yearbook for me.
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Listening to: If You're Out There
The topic discussed this morning was one of the topics discussed in last year's seminar - volunteerism and partnership (I'm done with this subject na kasi). I was trying to keep a low profile as I'm just sitting-in in the class but the professor practically made everyone talked. And so I had to talk. And talked I did. I can't help it. Prof's really good she got me warmed up. I hope I did make sense though. Lol.
When the discussion barely had began, Mr. Graduation Committee Representative me handed me the contract for the graduation photo shoot and yearbook. Attached in the contract is an info sheet where we're supposed to write, umm, basic info about ourselves. There were also some questions which I find so slumbook-ish and, yeah, our answers to these questions will be printed in the yearbook.
- What does a BS Human Ecology/BS Nutrition student have what [sic] others do not have?
Very beauty pageant-ish. And I'm pretty sure people will, more or less, have the same answers here. Bring out a pen and paper and start tallying how often the words holistic and sustainable appear.
- Three things that you wished [sic] you did in college that you never did.
I just don't buy the idea of sharing my regrets in a yearbook. I want my page in the yearbook gleeful. I'll reserve the regrets for my autobiography. Lol.
- What are the things you will miss most in CHE (College of Human Ecology)?
Ok. I kinda like this question. I'll shed a tear or two in the future when I read my answer and other people's answer to this.
Also, we're supposed to ask two of our closest friends or relatives to write a special message for us. Now that's just plain cheesy. And corny. But I'll try to make this work for me. I just need to find two people who are so eloquent that they'll be able to convince me that it was me they talked about in the message even if I'm not even a light year close to their descriptions. Lol.
Ok. If you think you know me well and you're know your way with words and you're interested in writing a message for me for our yearbook, email me. Bah. As if Pipo, as if.
Update: I've decided not to get the yearbook. You see, I'm an "irregular" student and much of the people who I consider as my batch mates already graduated last year. I realized that I won't be seeing my batch mates in that yearbook and that's like defeating the purpose of yearbooks - to bring back memories. Without the cute/lovely/fugly/stupid faces of my batch mates in that yearbook, there'll be no memories that'll make me smile, cry or curse. So there. No yearbook for me.
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Listening to: If You're Out There
07 December 2009
When Ms. Righteous Strays
You have three choices.
What are those?
First, stop texting him.
Second, continue your textcapades with him and hope for a happily ever after. Who knows?
Third, go on with the textcapades, enjoy what you two have now but don't expect anything more than that (your textcapades, that is). If it ends, let it end.
The first is too sad. The second choice will make me feel guilty as hell and I'm not sure if there will be no emotional investment on my part. That third option sounds good though.
Oh. The last one's the easiest. You just go with the flow until you realize that what you're doing is not right. But that'll happen at the end pa. For now, it's just rainbows and butterflies.
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Ms. Righteous is my uber trusty friend when I need someone to say out loud that I'm doing something wrong. She's the only person I allow to slap me hard and tell me to stop. Fine. I'm exaggerating. But you get the point.
What are those?
First, stop texting him.
Second, continue your textcapades with him and hope for a happily ever after. Who knows?
Third, go on with the textcapades, enjoy what you two have now but don't expect anything more than that (your textcapades, that is). If it ends, let it end.
The first is too sad. The second choice will make me feel guilty as hell and I'm not sure if there will be no emotional investment on my part. That third option sounds good though.
Oh. The last one's the easiest. You just go with the flow until you realize that what you're doing is not right. But that'll happen at the end pa. For now, it's just rainbows and butterflies.
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Ms. Righteous is my uber trusty friend when I need someone to say out loud that I'm doing something wrong. She's the only person I allow to slap me hard and tell me to stop. Fine. I'm exaggerating. But you get the point.
I'm a Jerk
But I'm still not choosing him to be my practicum mate.
I'll be meeting my two friends and S tomorrow on Wednesday. I feel that my two friends will try to initiate a kiss and make up of some sort. But I won't give in.
The worst case scenario is that I will have to make my two friends choose. Me or that selfish bastard. But that's evil. I may be a cut throat jerk sometimes but I'm not evil. I act like a jerk for a good cause (yeah, I'm a "the end justifies the means" guy sometimes). I don't become a jerk for selfish reasons.
Now I'm thinking that instead of making them choose, I'll just tell them to choose him. I'll just let my adviser choose my practicum mate. Or maybe I can just do the thing alone. I can do it on my own after all. But that would be sad and I would be pathetic.
Oh geez I can't believe this is happening. I'm graduating this sem and here I am still not mature enough to just get over it. So much immaturity for a 22 year old. Crap.
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