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[19 Oct 2005|08:34pm] |
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So I go back to livejournal only to post some fashion meme I picked up from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _defyingtheodds. :P Brilliant. Utterly brilliant.
( some fashion meme )
Now that I'm here, I might as well update. My computer's internet is busted and so I am stuck with this horribly slow laptop until it gets fixed. Third year life has been bearable, so far. My Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule is a walk down hell because I have History, Chemistry and Geometry (fondly nicknamed the Unholy Triumvirate of Evil Incarnate) during those days. Thursday is a holy day, because we only have two major subjects, none of which include the aformentioned evil subjects.
My mom went to Manila a day ago and bought me Smoke and Mirrors and Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. I love her so much. <3 Her birthday's coming up in a few days and I still don't know what to give her. Moreover, I've got to go to this Eco-camp for my organization. I want to stay but I want to go. >_<
I'm going to go eat chocolate. (I think I'm getting fat but I don't care--I look fat anyway in my uniform and I hardly ever get out of the house these days. When was the last time I saw a movie? ;_; )
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[24 Jan 2005|08:31pm] |
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I really didn't want to go to school today for some reason; I guess I was just really tired of it. So, with the last vestiges of fever left in me, I decided to turn off the fan and the airconditioning so that my temperature would go up. It worked. But I went to sleep in my parents' room (which was airconditioned) so the next day, I woke up feeling disappointed because my temperature went back to an almost-normal level.
I went to school with a mild fever. My groupmates and I reported in English about the African poem, "How the World Was Created From a Drop of Milk". I just did the artwork because our teacher required us to have one. Last week, I kept nagging the group leader about preparing but she just kept on copying Social notes so I didn't bother any longer. I just told her what my opinions were about the whole poem (the relation of the huge drop of milk to the creation of the world). When reporting time came, I just read the poem along with the rest of the group. The leader kept on looking at me when our teacher asked for an explanation but I just shrugged, so the rest of the members were really forced to explain. It was only when the teacher asked for another opinion when I did the rest of the explaining. (Haha, so evil.)
She told us last week that she would be choosing the best artwork presented in the report and put them up for the PAASCU visit. My (extremely artistic) friend's painting was chosen in one section, and in our section, it was... MINE!! WAHAHAHAHA!!! *cough* Really, it was. XD Miss Carreon did the voting by determining which drawing got the most claps from the crowd. Janice's actually got the loudest but she still chose mine. ^_^ < / end ego-inflating session >
(The second drawing I did though, was really weird. It was the drop of milk merging with the Earth, or something to that effect. To me it was more like an alien life form than anything.)
We did something with our pajamas today in HE; I forgot exactly what it was but we just stitched the two sides together so that it would hold when we ran it through the sewing machine. The actual running of the sewing machine is on Thursday. I'm praying that by the time I'm done, it doesn't--really doesn't screw up or get mutilated to the point that I have to make another one. ;__;
Tomorrow, this very very poor girl has three quizzes (Social, Chinese and Math), a paper due and has to bring three different kinds of bananas. She also has to finish her blog's layout because she misses it so.
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| Almighty Lens Flare! XD |
[22 Jan 2005|09:40am] |
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This just totally made my day.
Later, 9:43PM:
I'm sick. =_= Hopefully, I won't have to go to school on Monday. >_
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| May H.E. die a horrible and painful death |
[20 Jan 2005|07:25pm] |
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We're doing pajamas for H.E. (Home Economics). I was doing fine when we were making the patterns, but I'm presently having a bit of trouble cutting the cloth up. Imagine my trouble when I run the cloth through the sewing machine. I barely passed the practical test when we were supposed to run the sewing machine with the threading done and all. >___< I hope my pajamas come out looking fine than mutilated.
In other news, I'm reopening my blog (how many times have I opened/closed it?). O_o I'm still trying to figure out WP codes. I think the design looks fine now. xD I'll have to add the sidebar content and stuff.
Did a drabble during Chinese class because it was boring. Tomorrow, our club, Scrabble, is going to go camping. (Somehow, I find that very hard to imagine..) I don't think I'm going, because Pamela told me the tent couldn't hold any more people. And Denessa has chicken pox, which means she can't go and I don't want to be all by my lonesome self.
I also saw Miss Carreon in the mall. Oo;
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[10 Jan 2005|08:35pm] |
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done with social, filipino and english tests. surprisingly, i think english was the test i had to spend a lot of time analyzing. social was incredibly easy (and for that i'm pissed). filipino was... filipino so i had a hard time (not so much of a surprise there).
did a drabble at the back of my notebook. god, i suck. -_-;;
faye just called when i was doing my math. i miss her so much. we talked about a lot of stuff. we haven't met in such a long time dammit. damn archi. xD and, well, i think i'm going to do my florante at laura now. :|
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[07 Jan 2005|10:53pm] |
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Really tired at the moment. Brain's kinda drained after reading the Bio book over and over again to get the concepts right. ( Examination Worries )
Anyway, you might be wondering why I'm online and writing on this journal when I have exams tomorrow at seven in the morning. Well, I just wanted to do something besides study before I go to sleep so that my dreams won't be plagued by horrible nightmares of RNA transcription and translation, of chromosomal disorders in chromosome no. 21...
So yeah. What's new? We've got another English teacher, Miss Carreon (sp?). (I don't know whether I've mentioned it before--too lazy to check.) She's our third one so far. XD Really good--subject-wise, articulation, grammar, clarity of voice... I've got no complaint with her. Though the Seniors say that she gets on your nerves after some time. /heh
Oh and after the exams, I've got to do a report on Florante at Laura. Stupid, crappy thing. Stupidstupidstupid. And I've got to pass a paper in Science. Aaaaaand I have to do my Math compilation. I guess I'll go make my F&L report tomorrow. And get a headstart on what to write for Science. Then I'll study on Sunday. Then I'll go let my groupmates do the Math compilation since I'm lazy. Haha.
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| www.badgerbadgerbadger.com o___o |
[03 Jan 2005|05:11pm] |
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A very uneventful Christmas and New Year. Went to a party on Christmas Eve. Ate food, read Stardust afterwards while waiting for my parents to finish talking with the other people. Monica and Denessa both gave me picture frames. o_o;; Well, I gave them both mugs so yeah. XD As for Michan, she gave me a domain. No, really.
As for my other presents, books, books, books and more books. *heart* I got four volumes of The Sandman, the second book of the Abarat, and a few Terry Pratchett Discworld novels.
Days before Christmas, I met up with Michan because we were both bored out of our minds. So we went to the mall, walked around, talked, drank hot choco at Bo's and ate muffins. Before that, we spent four hours talking on the phone. (Did I mention we were bored?)
During the break, I began studying for my upcoming exams (that are right after the break--nice, ne?). I haven't studied everything, but I guess I've made a start. I didn't finish studying Biology. Genetic engineering got on my nerves. I've been studying Social for the past few days. I found out that our book had a lot of errors so I decided to look for a more reliable source of information and so I started re-studying the lesson. :|
As for New Year, for kicks, I called up two of my teachers and wished them a Happy New Year. Oh and I went to Manila, last Dec 18, to meet up with some friends from pRO Chaos, FL. It was fun. People told me I was quiet. (Who wouldn't be? Puro tagalog kasi eh! Si Maia lang ang nakakausap ko in straight English. ;_;)
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| I'm a... tutor? o_O |
[18 Nov 2004|05:53pm] |
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Madam Zapanta called me for a talk this morning. She asked me to give a classmate of mine remedial sessions every other day (because another classmate of mine gives her remedial on those days). The girls' got two D's (the lowest you can get; you're practically in hell already) in her first and second grading in Math, Science and English. One D in Filipino, then a C, but not enough to pull up her grade. And God knows what else.
It's like asking for a miracle. I think her grades are irredeemable already unless she works hard enough. I don't even like her so much. How am I ever going to do this?
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| A little HTML-outdated ._. |
[01 Nov 2004|11:43pm] |
I guess I've been away from webdesign too long to think that iframes were self-closing tags. o__O And I was wondering why the hell my iframes were piling up on top of each other. Haha. I really need to update myself on the latest HTML/CSS wonders of the world.
I remember the time I helped Michan with her blog because it would keep on changing fonts everytime she started a new paragraph. Now she's the one helping me and running a kickass tutorial site.
*sobs* </strike>My little baby... all grown up. XD XD</strike> *wonders why strike doesn't seem to work* Oh well, maybe the result of my lack of contact of HTML elements for a long time. XD
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| And they complain about it being hot. :\ |
[01 Nov 2004|08:39pm] |
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We went to the cemetary today. I played around with hot candlewax and made little candle balls. My uncle told me if I played around with and looked at candles for too long, I would get nightmares. I don't believe him.
We also burned 'money', which was basically pieces of old, yellowed paper with things stamped on them. It's adding to the greenhouse effect, I swear. And they complain about it being hot. :\ I'm such an omgwtf-you're-hurting-mother-earth person. My favorite poem to date (that I so suckily wrote) is about pollution. *shoots self*
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yu_china: i bought Kitchie Nadal's CD XD
nightmaster22: *dies*
nightmaster22: BURRNNNN!!
yu_china: wahaha XD
yu_china: but if this is her handwriting, i hate it >
yu_china: i can't read it XD
nightmaster22: what? how?
yu_china: the lyrics thingie has unreadable handwriting.. -_-
nightmaster22: let's hope it's not her handwriting
nightmaster22: burn burn burn burn burn ;_;
yu_china: >D
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| Forty-two |
[27 Oct 2004|09:39pm] |
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Coined this off jov.
( Dr. Phil's Test )
I got 40 points. So basically, others see me as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. Someone who's clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends I do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. xD
Anyway, it's sem break. I've gone back to being addicted to RO. I hope it's only temporary. XD XD I'm also working on Coalescence (a site with which I have absolutely NO idea what to do). Maybe a writing site but my writing sucks. Maybe a photolog (gotta beg my dad for a digicam). XD Hindi ko na gusto blog. LJ nalang. *clings to LJ*
Also, I'm addicted to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's so fracking funny. Of course, my meaning of funny might not be synonymous to most. I know I laugh at the strangest things that most people don't even consider remotely funny. This line just sends me cracking: "The Answer to the Question of Life, the Universe and Everything is... forty-two."
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[11 Oct 2004|11:53pm] |
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We're done with our exams. It isn't a cause for celebration however. Math and Filipino were HELL. I really don't want to fail but I have a sinking feeling that I will. Oh my god.. two failures in a row. >__<
Math was not really that hard. It was just the time limit. How do they expect us to answer all those problems in one bloody hour?! It's like asking for a miracle. I was just really stupid when it came to the Problem Solving. #1 Problem was: The sum of two integers is 15 and their difference is 1. Find the integers.
Easy, right? 8 and 7. But I had to solve for it and it was 10 minutes til time. I hurried up and forgot that x+x = 2x so I ended up with the answers of 16 and -1. I was like, "Wtf. This isn't the answer." So I moved on to the next two problems (the hard ones) and answered them without any problems. xD
Filipino was the hardest one though. I was sitting in my seat, watching as Miss Bacatan distributed the Test Papers of Doom to everyone. It was easy, during the first part of the test. Then I got to the Florante at Laura section. (For those who aren't familiar with Florante at Laura, it's this poem written during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines.) She wanted us to explain (in five sentences, no less!) what the sayings she picked out from the poem meant. The sayings made me go: omgwtf is this.
I mean, Moro ako'y taong lubos something dibdib something, sinasaklaw rin sa utos ng langit ?
Please don't ask me to translate that. I don't even know what it means. >___<
Honestly, I don't give a rat's arse about Florante at Laura. Well, I would read it but read it because I'm going to have a test about it? Hell no. Like dude, Francisco Balagtas is DEAD. I don't care. ;____;
I don't want to fail. I don't want to fail. I don't want to fail. I don't want to fail. I don't want to fail.
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| "An apple a day keeps the doctor away... |
[25 Jun 2004|07:48pm] |
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... but my doctor's handsome so nevermind the apple." -- random quote from my Home Economics teacher.
I'm slacking off from homework, and I'm feeling guitly. No idea why, seeing how I've got two more days to do them. Anyway, our Histo teacher assigned us to do a poem, song or drawing by group. I wish she had let us do it individually. I want to have the satisfaction of submitting in a homework that I did years ago. Oh well, too bad. XD
My blog will probably be moving to hakuro.org once Michan opens it. She says she feels ashamed that shame-less.net keeps on having PMS and I can't view my site. I don't mind, really. I'm far too attached to my LJ (something that I don't feel that I have to make a layout for) to update my blog. I'm tired with designing blogs. xD I want to make a site but I don't think I can update it that often, lazee bum that I am.
I needneedneed to do my homework so that I can just bum around when Sunday hits but at the same time, I want to stamp on my pile of homework and surf around. Oh well, conscience is getting the better of me. I better do my homework.
... *plays around with Photoshop* XD
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I spent my supposedly free day at school. What joy.
It was fun actually. XD I think I am going to push through with joining PFC. The members are really fun and outgoing, and I think I can learn a lot. :D Just a sidenote though, I'm never taking up Psychology. I think I'll go crazy. @_@
And our teacher told us something that I always thought was just found in the movies and all. A girl (now graduated from our school) had this Cinderella-like fantasy ever since her first year in highschool. Our guidance counselors didn't notice anything wrong. She was so into this fantasy that she wrote it out in her journal. Her parents were Antonio Banderas and Madonna daw. And when she spoke, she would not acknowledge her real parents but her fantasy-generated ones. Creepy. @_@
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| Tests and more tests |
[18 Jun 2004|08:37pm] |
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... Good lord. We've got four [LONG] quizzes on Monday and I haven't taken down any notes. >_>;
You are cordially invited to my funeral on the twentieth of Ju--okay, let's not go there. XD
We've got Bio, Math, Social and English. @_@ I'm really worried about my Bio because I haven't taken down any notes. The notes the reporters gave us were trashy. I don't think they can be even found in the Bio book. [Good grief, what's the use of the book when you can't find the lesson in it? @__@]
In other news, I'm torn between joining PFC [Peer Facilitators Circle], an organization that facilitates activities in the school, and SHARE, the school newspaper/magazine/whatever.
The screening for new SHARE writers, artists and photographers was done yesterday. I was about to join but once I looked at the number of people in the room, and the topics we were supposed to write about, the creative juices were sapped out of my system. I don't really like being told what to write about. Or maybe I'm just scared that what does come out will not be good enough.
The application for PFC, however, will be done sometime in the middle of the schoolyear. I applied last year but I wasn't accepted because I think there was something wrong with the way they chose the members so the head decided that all applicants could join the training tomorrow so that if we want to apply again, we would have a better chance of being accepted.
But I'm not sure whether I want to join PFC. People who join the org are leaders, and I don't think I'm one. I don't think I can even pass as a sociable person IRL. >_> I'm only this sociable online. I live a sad life.
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Shame-less.net is on PMS again so I'm posting here. xD
Second year HS life has been okay. Our guidance counselor told us our first year teachers missed us a lot. XD XD
I've been listening to a lot of music lately, and it seems that I tend to go back to the classics, OPMs (like Asin *loves*) and anything else that isn't what most of my peers would even dream of listening to. I doubt that they even know some of the music I listen to. I feel odd. -_-
I'm poking my dad to buy me a CD of Asin. xD
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Right after playing Ragnarok, I went up to my parents room and slept there. Sometime at 2 in the morning, I woke up to the sound of my father snoring very loudly. The usual technique to this was to make him sleep on his side so I turned him over. This technique used to work, but now it apparently doesn't. He kept on snoring and I kept on tossing and turning around the bed for two whole hours. So I decided to sleep in my room. My shuffling around in the bed managed to wake my mother up.
Mom: Chi, where are you going?
Me: My room.
Mom: Are you going to sleep there? Just sleep here nalang, and try to count sheep. I'll talk to you so that you can sleep.
Me: Err, sure.
The following conversation ensues (note that I was sleepy and I couldn't remember everything):
Mom: So, how are your friends?
Me: Hm? Oh, they're fine.
Mom: How's Ragnarok?
Me: It's bugged, I couldn't play much.
Mom: Who were you chatting today?
Me: Maia.
Mom: What were you talking about?
Me: Hmmm..?
---- silence ensues ----
Mom: How's your friend, the one from Brunei?
Me: He's fine enough. Goes to the uni, takes Education I think.
---- an even longer silence ensues ----
Me: *is finally falling asleep, thank god*
Mom: So, what are you planning to take up in college?
Me: (thinking) Can I pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeeeee get my sleep?!
Mom: *is already asleep*
Me: *wide awake*
---- silence ----
Me: *shuffles around in bed*
Mom: Do you want to go to your room and sleep?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Okay.
Me: Yeyyyy.
So I went to my room, turned on the aircon, turned on the computer to rant and logged on Ragnarok Online. Surprisingly, I got in. Chatted for a bit. Aircon cooled. Fell asleep almost immediately.
One must not underestimate the power of peace and quiet.
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| "I want to go to their funerals and laugh at the fact that they're six feet below when I'm still... |
[17 Mar 2004|06:32pm] |
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... alive."
I am beyond pissed, beyond angry, but let's just leave it at that. I don't know exactly what I'm angry about but it all boils to one thing: the school is unfair. Or make that two: the school is unfair and someone will die a bloody death, whether it be now, or sometime after I graduate. I'm still choosing between the four: my teacher, the librarian, my classmate or the principal. Preferably all of them but I think I'll just go to their funerals and laugh.
Here's what happened: My Math book got lost last year, and I wasn't really pleased at this development. I didn't try to find it; I knew it was with one of my classmates. They always take what's not theirs, and if I ask them about it, they deny or they don't know that the book they have was mine. It's needed for clearance signing, of course. I expected it to pop up in the shelf again today, like what happened to my English book that was lost for half the school year (it was with a classmate of mine who got it from the shelf. See how they like taking what's not theirs?). Unfortunately, it didn't. So I was a bit frantic looking for it when my Math teacher said it was probably in the library.
It was, and I was relieved. Most unfortunately, I had to pay a fine for it. Now, I don't care for the fine even though it was fifty-two pesos. Here's what I care about:
I did NOT have to pay the bloody fine. Sure, it was put under my responsibility, and I know I was at fault there for not looking for it. But, as stated before, my classmates will either deny or don't know that they have my book. Asking them would be a waste of saliva, and a waste of my time. It would be fruitless, in other words. I really wanted to tell my teacher, "Well, Miss, try asking a bunch of dunderheads where your book is and even though it's right under their noses, they'd still tell you they don't know." I'm beginning to wonder whether the teachers are just being bitches or they are blind to the whole getting-of-books-and-not-returning-them occurence because I know it happens in every year and in every batch. Worse, I was the one going to pay the fine when we hardly ever used the bloody Math book. All of the Math books were rotting on the shelf. I didn't even get to use my Math book. I don't know. I know I was at fault, but someone else has a share in this fault. If my classmates weren't so moronic, they would know how to return things to their proper places. If the teachers thought a bit more, they would buy better Math books that we can actually understand (or buy none at all since even if it was understandable, students have this brain defect of not being able to understand), and let us borrow books when we actually want to borrow them for the sake of research.
So when the librarian told me I had to pay a fine, I gave her a muderous smile of sorts and said I'd give the money to her tomorrow. All pent-up anger from grade school to this year because of the injustices of the school welled up inside me and I cried. It was funny. I wanted to laugh, but I was too busy trying not to cry in front of people. I wanted to laugh because it was always a little thing that always sets me off. Last year, I cried because I couldn't stand a classmate of mine. I guess it's something you get from bottling up feelings too much. Actually no, I don't really bottle my feelings a lot anymore. It's what you get when you want to kill someone for being unjust and you can't do it.
You see, the oppression of being in a Catholic school is taking its toll on me. I'm starting to start swearing, and a lot at that. I like to go against teachers, and I do it a lot too. I contradict them in every possible manner, while maintaing a good grade. Just so they can't fail me. :)
It's strange when people who you aren't even acquainted with ask you why you're crying, pat your back and tell you in soothing voices that it's all right. And they ask you what happened too.
My response: "I wasn't aware that it was any of your business to know why people cry and what happened. Or is this just fuel for gossip?" And if they just look at me, understanding not dawning on their features. "In other words, leave me the hell alone."
So that's that. :) Hazel is graduating, and she's a salutatorian too! I'm so happy for her since she really worked hard for it. :) And the thing is, I just got back from the library when she suddenly came up and since she was the only friend around, I told her what had happened and I cried. What a way to celebrate suddenly knowing that you're graduating salutatorian. :P I feel bad. ^_^;;
P.S. The librarian has a bad habit of dileberately not noticing people in front of her because she's talking with another teacher. No, not talking. It's what we commonly call gossip. So tomorrow, if she's going to do that, I'm going to interrupt her when she's talking with another teacher and say, "Since you don't seem to be interested in collecting my fine and since I have other things to do, I'll just go and keep the money then. Good day to you, Madame."
P.S. (another one) I got an 88 in Social, 96 in English, 91 in Math (don't care the bloody hell since I hate my teacher now), 98 in Filipino (huwatdapakingshet?!), and a 95 in Science. We also had our oral defense and it went pretty okay. :3 For me anyway. My groupmates had a hard time answering, and *gasp* even Kaye. :P
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