Saturday, February 7, 2009
Gross? Nuh - uh. Too late.
The good thing about being sick now is that my parents don't know about it. Normally, I can't hide things from them, esp. being ill, no matter how hard I try. True, they have the right to know - scratch that, they SHOULD know - but I'm not fond of the way they worry. The last time I complained of colds my father LBC'd a pack of Fern-C. Haha. Sweet, I guess.
Transformer Trailer Out Now. Gotta love The Beef.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Up until last sem, I didn't think my day was well spent if I didn't collapse into my bed right after coming home. In high school, things were worse; I became severely dependent not on food but on adrenaline. I wanted to do something big and grand and useful all the time, and although I still enjoy doing big and grand and useful things, this sem I've been feeling too - er - harrased to justify the joys of (literally) running around with a bag containing at least three different types of notebooks. I miss it. The joy I used to find in stress. Sigh.
Rachel's right: I'm busy this sem. Being a semi-active member of ICTUS is not an easy task, I tell you. And we're having weekly GA's in Kagayhaan now. Not to mention, all my professors seem serious in pushing their students to the "highest level". Which is good if that's just one prof; that would even be challenging. Six professors thinking along that line at the same time though...
But I'm grateful still. Things could be much much worse.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
There was, however, another "nudity-oriented" UP event to celebrate our Centennial Year, and it took place earlier this morning. As in at 5AM today.
Although I'd seen the tarpaulin posters inviting All MALE students, faculty, etc of the UP System to a photo shoot in the field behind Quezon Hall, I really didn't think much about it until Ate Ai invited all of us in Rm 127 to witness it with her. Even after I heard the invitation, I didn't seriously think of going because it was set sooooo early. On a Saturay morning pa jud. As luck would have it though, I was already snoring away by midnight last night, so this morning I woke up the earliest among the five of us in the room.
I realized it was my job to wake them up so we could watch the photo shoot. You know what my wake up call was?
Never mind that. You shouldn't have to hear the things I say when I'm in semi-zombie mode.
In the end, Trish, Sunshine and Rachel were too hungover from the Ilang Ilang Christmas Party the night before and only Ate Ai and I went to Quezon Hall. We got there at 6, just in time for the actual start of the photo session, and I swear, the view was amazing.
Now don't go saying I'm green. They weren't even naked. Most wore those shorts the Filipiana dancers are so fond of, and they even had their own version of the infamous "Is it a fig or is it a makahiya" leaf. So haha, lolzters.
The view was great because these men weren't all macho, frat men or in their early twenties. If the objective of the photo shoot was to come up with a representation of the UP popU, the organizers did a good job of choosing their models.
So yun. Had fun taking pictures of and with Ate Ai. Good morning, good.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Food Trip Boo.Boo #1
Once, when I was in CDO, I ate at that cute little hotdog stall near the Ketkai Atrium. After I finished drinking my iced tea, I threw my tall, blue plastic Nestea cup in the trash can behind the counter. Only it wasn't a trash can.
How did I know? I took one good look at the face of the lady behind the counter. She wasn't exactly glaring at me, but she didn't look very happy either. In a timid voice, I asked (with matching point.point at the 'trash can'), "Is that a trash can?"
With a little eyebrow wiggle that was remarkably Cherie Gil-ish, she said, "No, that's the ice box." Weh.
Food Trip Boo.Boo #2
Earlier, I had a craving for isaw baboy. I knew Mang Larry's would be crowded, so I headed to the isaw stall near the coop instead. I ordered four isaw baboy, and sat on the bench near the grill eating to my heart's content.
I threw the barbecue sticks in a large sack near the grill, thinking (yes, AGAIN) that it was the trash can. When I stood up to throw the cup with the sauce, the manong who worked the isaw grill stopped me. I wondered. Why?
I took one quick peek at the sack. It was full of charcoal. Weh.
I guess it's not such a bad thing that I'm missing The Cousin's UP Food Trip this Sunday. Still a downright shame though.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
25 people - a BMW
26 people - one Volkswagen Beetle.
major bongga moment.
For those of you who don't know what the Upsilon Sigma Phi Carstuffing is all about, too bad for you guys. (Evil much?) But seriously, the whole point of the entire contest is that the org with the highest number of representatives who can fit inside an given car wins...
PhP 10,000 for the Champions
PhP 5,000 for the Second Placers
Cheers for the Third Placers
I've been here in UP for two years now, but last night was my first time to join the highly stressful, severely addictive Carstuffing. (Of course, I didn't have an org last year so... wenk.) I'm telling you, YOUR ORG should join it. It's tons of fun, and you get bonded with your orgmates. Literally.
The downside is it ends really late at night. Last night, Bana and I left the venue (AS Parking Lot) at 11 something PM. Since she was going to Area 2 and I was going to Ilang, we had to separate at SC. I was so freaked out by the fact that I was going to pass the Infarmatay AND the CHURCH in the middle of THE NIGHT that I ran to my dorm via the middle of the street like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky. I only stopped running like mad when I saw another human being - the chicharon vendor who sits outside Ilang. Does she ever leave?
I guess that's another story.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
when this sem started, I told myself I wouldn't cram because that's what ruined my grades in the previous sem - er, year. i guess things haven't changed though because here i am, frazzled, panicky, wondering how on Earth I'm going to fit every thing I have to, want to, got to do in the ridiculously limited time span of 72 hrs.
whew. cramming ng bonggang bongga.
if you want, you can check out my agenda-slash-wish list for the weekend.
(in (ideally) chronological order)
Eat lunch at AnT Kakai's.
pista daw sa ilaha so go lang.
I miss my cousins anyway.
Besides... free lunch!!!
(In your faces, economistas!)
1.00 something PM
Show up at Kumon.
submit papers before Teacher Malou thinks I've surrendered...
after barely one week into the program.
2.00 something PM
Get my waiver from Ate Meh.
MUST! can't go camping without it!
3.00 something PM
Read a bit of my PA 11 readings.
would anybody care if I said I'm way behind in terms of classwork?
no? well, my teacher would.
thing is, she doesn't know.
Meet UPK at KFC Katips.
the mems are going to lead us apps to the 'probinsya'
where our FR will be held.
i've heard our 'probinsya' is in Ortigas Mansions though.
FR - FI UP Kagayhaan.
postponed last sem so ngayon lang aarriba ang event na 'to.
i have no idea what the mems have planned.
i know they're serving chicken pesto though -
as long as there's food, payts!
6.00 something AM
Be at Aurora Tower, Araneta Center for Youth Camp.
such an ungodly hour in the morning.
if I miss this, wala na, goodbye GRF.
GRF Youth Camp.
I don't know what Miss Annette from GRF planned for us.
must be exciting though.
ANNND. it's free.
YUP. totally free.
sometime before 5.oo PM
Still in GRF.
probably snoozing in a bus.
7.00 something PM
Purchase Psych 7 in NBS Katips.
so I can read Chapter 3: Da Brain.
bloody hell! it's PhP 600.
Finish reading PA 11 readings for Topics 1 AND 2
Finish reading Chapters 3 AND 4 for Psych 101.
O dibz? Bonggacious galore.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
November 6, Wednesday
Enrolling in UP is perhaps the best way to prepare one’s child for the real world. I won’t exaggerate and say that there are long lines of students waiting beside closed doors whichever way you look, but I’m telling you the scenario is something close to that. This is my least favorite time of the year. Of course, the prospect of starting the new semester excites me hugely, but there’s something about the UP enrollment process that I dislike greatly.
I think it’s the fact that I rarely get the subjects I really want to take.
Same thing happened this year. I didn’t even get De Dios for Econ 109. I did, however, get a fair amount of units during the first online pre-enlistment. Funny thing is, I forgot to enlist for PE – yet again. This is why I don’t have a PE class for the second consecutive sem. And no way am I making up for it during the summer.
Here’s a censored list of my teachers for this semester:
Course Description: The second most notorious Econ Major in the history of the UP School of Economics
Professor: Rumored to be kind and compassionate in terms of grade-giving, but also infamous for not being as good at teaching as her also-infamous counterpart
Course Description: Outreach Program class. The batch got divided into several teams, each team working on a different site. My team’s assigned to GK Laura along Commonwealth.
Professor: Had her for CWTS-1 last sem. She’s very nice; you just have to research her requirements for an UNO-worthy reflection paper. An upperclassman noted that she never visited our CWTS site.
Course Description: For this subject, one of my friends had to fill in a blank map of the world’s countries – and name all the important bodies of water in the planet.
Professor: Heard she’s UNOable. Nuff said.
Course Description: A lot of my friends took this so they must find it interesting, too.
Professor: Never heard. Nice last name though.
Course Description: Again, no idea what this is about. This, however, is a pre-requisite for higher Public Administration courses so if ever I decide to become the next Senate President or whatnot, this will come in handy.
Professor: Never heard. Really.
Pol Sci 14
Course Description: I have no idea what this is but Nina suggested it.
Professor: Famous guy, even my mother knows who he is.
Course Description: Logic. Supposedly.
Amazing roster, don’t you think?
The higher the goal, the harder the climb,
But taken each day, one step at a time,
The goal is accomplished, the dream is attained,
AND THE PRIZES?
The wisdom and strength that are gained.
It didn’t say anything about getting good grades.
Your jaded iska,
PS. I had a good dream a couple of minutes ago, right before my alarm rang. I might
even write a story about it or something.