tears, exams and don’t stop the music
last week was a true evidence of hell on earth. haha. of course this is a bit exaggerated but whathe heck? it was what i felt anyway.
on monday, nikki and i created one big event in the history of our college life. we made a classmate cry. tsktsk. we felt like we were back in grade school then. this is the minutest detail of what transpired that day. eight in the morning and our SP comm group had predecided to have a meeting in University Library sio we could decide on the details of our hypothetical company. only nikki, lou and i attended the meeting. at this point, it is important to take note that lou was a little sick, having cough and influenza. anyway, wwe started the meeting by agreeing that we should name our company “Happynings, Inc.” then nikki and i both thought that we should not make anymore decisions without katy and chez. but lou thought otherwise though at that time, nikki and i were clueless about this so we chatted about streetdance and the upcoming sayaw manila. we talked about the dance and our customes. in other words, we talked about something that lou knows nothing about. lou was utterly left out and OP. by ten o’clock, after an hour and a half of chatting and gossiping, nikki and i decided to do something that involves leaving lou, not only through the talking but also through the walking. then yes, lou started to cry. after that, nikki and i became the most diligent groupmates ever. we headed the discussion, throwing ideas to one another and finally reaching agreements on all that needed agreeing into. i even skipped another villar and inton class just so i could redeem my sodden name. we still think lou wasn’t able to forgive us for that incident. that night, chez, katy, nikki and i slept over lou’s house. rather we stayed overnight there but sleep was far from what we really did. the moment we reached lou’s house, we started doing the project, a phenomenon that is really unusual for group projects. [usual procedure for group projects include chatting and gossiping and eating and more gossiping during the start if not for the entire time.] anyway, it was lucky we went for the unusual because something usual happened to us in the latter part of the night, anyway. we weren’t able to finish the project early enough for a decent sleeping time. we finished by two-thirty in the morning and we had to wake up by four. anyway, we did great. and i love the folder i did. cheers.
tuesday went as uneventful as possible which was fortunate because i didn’t need any energy-sucking phenomenon. i hadn’t any energy to spend anyway.
wednesday was another story. it started good. great, even. nikki and i had a date in divisoria. we went shopping for our costumes for sayaw manila. i bought a nice jacket and a pair of really nice shoes. nikki said we made another event in the herstory. it was the first time she went shoping in divi. unfortunate of her because it’s really fun to go shopping there and it was only her first but not so unfortunate because it’s better late than never, ayt? anyway, what started nice and great ended with rage. wednesday is the orcom 143 day. this week, vaquer wanted us to report about the “expectations from managers”. actually, the report was already ready since last week but the night before, i decided to upgrade the presentation so i spent two hours fixing the powerpoint. i put pictures and animations. and i did great. anyway, i delivered the key points in our report. rightly so because it was i who researched them. and vaquer LOVED what i did, both the presentation and the key points. our group even bagged the highest grade and was promised of gifts on the next class meeting. so what makes the day end full of rage? read the previous post. it was all written there and the rage was fully captured you might even be able to feel it yourself. go on.
thursday was the exam day. boohoo. drew and i went together to diliman to take our midterm exam for orcom 155- orcom statistics at room 102 of school of statistics. it was already one pm when we left for manila and the exam time was at two o’clock. blame drew’s forever tardiness. anyway, we were able to come just in time for the start of the exam. jamie, mae and jimi were already there. ian was also there, as expected. i wasn’t afraid of taking the exam though i honestly felt uneasy. the exam was actually and surprisingly easy but it was way toooooo long. jimi confesed later that afternoon that she actually thought it was impossible to spend three hours answering the exam ["...tatlong oras? di naman ako bobo.] whathe heck? three hours weren’t even enough to get all the questions done. i was actually pissed off after passing the bluebooks [yea, plural, bluebooks. two bluebooks.] i realized that i got the last question wrong. i shouldn’t have interpreted the graph. i was supposed to criticize it. fuck, men. anyway, drew and i binged at dil shopping center. tusoktusok, sweet corn and ice cream and our stomach were already aching because they were full to the brim. goodbye diet.
friday. shocks, it was the day before the big day. this was the day i realized how biatch i am. i decided earlier in the day that i would practice by four pm. but it was already fur pm when drew arrived at school and we hadn’t yet found a costume for him. nag-amok ako. anyway, we had fun looking for his costume in one uk store. we bought a brown skinny jeans and the velvet “queen elizabeth” jacket for him. the rehearsal that night was full of tension. after two run throughs, i was knocked-out. it was really bad. by ten in the evening, i was in the supermarket buying a big bottle of water, a bottle of gatorade and lipovitan ira.
saturday! i took an exam for orcom 105- public relations. the exam proper was fun and the exam was actually easy but it made me squeesy. it was essay type and the three questions were all explanations of topics. nayway, we finishec earlier than expected. we went eating in macdo UN before coming back to philamlife for last minute practice. ate di assisted us this time. this year, indayog provided id for every performeer and no one was allowed to go inside nor backstage without the id. we started dressing up for the event by six and our dance was on eight. we had plenty of time to practice and to panic. anyway, the dance propeer was really good and i wasn’t even a bit nervous. it was really fun. i wasn’t able to do the stunt but i did nothing wrong aside from that. [the videos were in friends' multiply accounts. i don't want to upload my version of the video, mine is not that good, anyway.] but! the curtain call was hilarious. i was too eager to enter the stage and dance for the last time, or so it seemed. i enetered a number too early. it was somebody’s fault actually. somebody pushed me so i thought it was our turn already. turned out it was nursing’s saliwan’s. fuck, man. i was red all over from too much blushig and laughing after that. and the almni were unforgiving. they kept mentioning it after the event and during our dinner in tia maria’s. after the show and the picture taking session, we went eating with kuya pat, kuya leo and ate billie. i ordered a margarita out of curiousitty. and i hatec its taste though many said it was delicious. bleh. and, and i hate tia maria. i am telling you, they have the worst consumer relations. one waiter broke a plate on my side of the table. we were actually feeling sad for him because they will surely take a part of his earnings but we changed our minds when the manager went bitchy to us. and they were sooo slow into serving our food. the margarita came an hour after i ordered it. right before the bill came. i really didn’t enjoy the resto part. though i loved talking with the people i was with.
bleh. it is sunday once again and life is back to reality. no more sayaw manila to take my mind off all the sad things in life. haha. back to work.
stages of love
if attitude, behavior and conduct is the key to attraction, whew! that must be good though it would make UPManila unfamous for soulmate-hunting. no! don’t get me wrong, isko and iska of UP Manila aren’t bad people nor worst in the conduct department. if any, we are actually one of the most behave people in the whole UP system. =) what i meant was, if conduct and behavior is the key to attarction, one spending time with a person is a must before attraction takes place. why so? because one would only know a person’s values and attitudes over time. and how can you spend time witha person if he isn’t existing in the first place? blame small male population in UPM.
then i saw this. it doesn’t really answer my question but it fascinates me, nonetheless.
from the book Bet Me by jennifer crusie:
“… the process of falling into mature love happens in four steps. when you meet a woman, you subconsciously look for cues that she’s the kind of person you should be with. that’s assumption. it she passes the assumption test, you begin to get to know her to find out if she’s appropriate for you. if she is, you’re attracted. if, as you get to know her, the attraction is reinforced by joy or pain or both, you’ll fall into infatuation. and… if you manage to make a connection and attach to each other during infatuation, you’ll move into mature unconditional love. ”
“infatuation is the fun part of falling in love. infatuation triggers a chemical in the brain called PEA. your heart races, and you get breathless and dizzy, you tremble and you can’t think. it’s what most people think of when they think of falling in love, and everybody goes through it. infatuation doesn’t last because it’s conditional and conditions change, but if it’s real love, it turns into mature, unconditional love, and new chemicals are released in the brain, endorphins taht make you feel war and peaceful and satisfied and content whenever you’re with the one you love. and miserable when you’re without him. ”
so i still don’t know how to attract other people. i still can’t figure out how i to lure my crush into having mutually beneficial relationship with me. but as for now, i am satisfied with this discovery.
for the love of words
i’ve been wanting to blog for some while now. rather for a year now. [you might wonder here what had i been doing for the last twelve months seeing that there are too many sites offering free blogging opportunity yet i wasn't able to sign up even once. i'm telling you now, i am wondering about that myself.] i have always been wanting to write till my mind goes numb. and fortunately, i always get the opportunity to do it. only, during the past months, i was only writing on papers. it was more inexpensive that way. and papers appear anytime, anywhere. during boooring classes, during the wee hours of the morning, at bus rides, at mealtimes, literally any time and any where. it was actually fun doing that but the drawback is taht i ain’t able to share it with friends. somehow, it is weird to bombard friends with paper scratches full of my mind’s adventures. and i keep on losing those little papers full of my thoughts. this saddens me since losing those papers meant losing the only evidences of my brain’s hyperactivity. so here i am now, finally finding an opportunity to write, starting a long overdue blog that i owe to myself.
and never to be amissed is the real fuel that ignited my desire to start blogging on the soonest possible time. it was the words of my PR professor telling me taht to be successful in the career path that i want to take, i must start blogging. not so much of an advice but i think it will really work. and besides, there’s no harm in trying. =)
in later post, one might find my articles incomprehensible. let me tell you now that if that will be the case, it will be because i only write whatever comes into my mind. i never bother to edit my thoughts, never bother to keep track of what i am thinking. trains of thoughts flow freely in my mind and i write directly what i am thinking on the moment. actually, this is why i love blogging [or writing, whatever]. it lets me tell what i am thinking of the moment, no efforts in trying to pull my thoughts together, so much unlike in writing academic papers. it doesn’t matter if my thoughts are not concise and brief. it doesn’t matter if my thinking is kinda weird. it doesn’t matter if a paragraph has more than one topic. it doesn’t matter if sentences are badly put. it doesn’t matter if thoughts are redundant. it doesn’t matter if same words are used oveer and over again. nothing matters but the the existence of my mind, the thoughts that flies in it and my hands that goes all over the paper or the keyboard. in times like this, i can tell myself that life is beautiful.
