rewritethepast: (hoe)
Our Chem 14 finals was scheduled to start at 9:45 am today.

Considering that one can get exempted from the Chem 14 finals, we were all on tether hooks as to when the exemption list would come out.

So we waited. (Admittedly, we submitted our last Chem requirement that goes into the class standing on Wednesday, so Thursday was the earliest we could hope for an exemption list.) Yesterday we waited. To no avail.

Trebor said this: "9:30 am bukas lalabas yung exemption list tapos 9:45 am yung test." I tried not to think that this might come true but...

Today is the manifestation of that morbid statement. With special spices thrown in, of course.

Today at 9:00 am or so, I texted our president to ask him if the list had come out (I think JF is sick of seeing my panicky messages - I sent him some yesterday also.). He said it still hadn't.

At 9:25 am, I met many of my classmates outside the Department of Physical Sciences and Mathematics (which is the department our teacher belongs to). Still no list.

At 9:30 am, I asked one of my classmates if he was mad (at our teacher?). He asked me if I had a gun (erm, who knows what he was going to do with it?). Unfortunately I had no gun and the only long pointed thing I had in my bag was my red fan. Donk.

At 9:32 am, I told same classmate that we wouldn't be waiting outside the DPSM looking like abandoned cats if he had just seduced our teacher. Classmate listening in on our conversation laughed crazily.

At 9:39? am we saw our teacher enter the building and stride into the DPSM, our mouths hanging open.

At 9:42? (am) he strode out and posted a paper with black and pink ink and a lot of numbers (all the student numbers printed with pink ink were exempted, the black student numbers weren't) on the wall post near us. We ran to the paper like it was the one Holy Grail that promised salvation (este exemption). Imagine our extreme dismay when we found out that it was the list of another class.

At 9:43? (am) our attention was drawn to another paper with black and pink ink and a lot of numbers that he posted on a wall post a little farther. We ran and well... I heard delighted shrieks from some of my taller classmates. It was the Holy Grail exemption list!

Of course since I was short I couldn't see anything. Boo. Eventually the taller classmates moved away with expressions of relief on their faces and I was able to see my student number and departmental exam scores written in pink. Exemption! :)

And then I turned around and walked back and renewed my studying for my Komunikasyon III finals.

Lesson learned: Yes, this can happen. This is not a bad joke cracked by Trebor-san. It happened. Boo.

I don't know if it may happen in other schools (or other UP campuses, at least), but it may happen here. >_<

Scratch that, it happens period.


From my first contest (April 2006):

Even before I met you I was entranced by the colors your voice evoked. Your personality is demanding, powerful. Your second year section is Adelfa. I'm envious of your really good singing voice. You've got good fashion sense, and few are as daring as you - not to mention you can pull it off.

I still mean what I said then :)

Belated Happy Birthday Nikki-san :) Hope it was a great day for you :) Sorry for the very very late greeting :(



S. U. M. M. E. R.

It's still a long way off.

Tomorrow, I'll be busting my brain calculating rate laws and determining the direction of equilibrium shifts.

Tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday will be lost to reviewing for the dreaded Math 100 finals.

Tuesday, 4:30-6:30 pm, probably at Little Theater unless I'm mistaken, Math 100 finals. Uguuuu~, as a certain anime character would say.

Boo. 13 days or so of napping like crazy and then it's back to the grade grind with Math 101 and PI100. >_<

There's something oddly ironic in the fact that the last day of my summer before summer classes is my 19th birthday.

Ah, my head hurts too much to figure it out right now.

Anyway, I wish all of you with finals and tests and the like luck :) Matatapos rin ito. Hahaha.


Hmmm, I want to watch the newest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. :) My favorite turtle was always Raphael :) Even have an action figure :)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was a fandom all of us siblings (there were four of us running around in the house) could share (very rare since 8 and a half years separate my eldest brother and I). We had the games, the action figures (we even had a Shredder who became topless for some undetermined reason) with their own sewer place, even kid-sized weapons (plastic). And of course we watched the TV show every time it was on TV. We also had some comics :)

So of course all of us "controlled" one turtle when we played. My eldest brother was Leonardo, my sister was Michaelangelo, my brother (still older than me by two years) was Donatello, and I played Raphael. Ah, good times in an otherwise bleak childhood. :|

Okay, second thing I'll do after my Math 100 finals is to watch that movie. ^^ (First thing will probably be to sleep like the living dead for 30 hours or something.) Movie, please don't suck or I'll feel cheated of my childhood memories. :(

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Today, I got robbed.

You know what I lost? Not my cellphone (which is admittedly old but still is a cameraphone), not my wallet (which is admittedly ugly and old), nor my room keys (eh?).

Let me retell the story so that I will laugh at it when I'm old and my straight hair is pure gray. (Hopefully LJ won't crash or anything by then.)

I was in Robinson's Place Mall, walking towards National Bookstore with Joan's handouts (a Math and a Hum one - the Hum one being a short story) in my hand (since I needed to xerox them), when suddenly this tall dark-skinned guy holding a yellow sotanghon cup (with chocolately substance inside, oddly, not sotanghon), bumps into me hard and walks off at a fast pace. (My hip still hurts from it.) I feel something tugging at the papers (the handouts) held by my thumb at that brief instant, but I don't realize what happened exactly. When I come to, I enter National Bookstore and look for the photocopying machine. I find it, and I notice that the Kom handout is missing and it's only the Math handout in my hand.

Now, I didn't think of the guy automatically. I backtracked all my steps and found no Hum short story. Yes, I even asked Customer Service. Gaaah.

I dazedly go back home and check my things. Yes, the Hum short story is missing. My cellphone is still alive and well. My wallet is still intact with the correct amount of money inside. My keys are still present. My handbag isn't slashed. The Math handout is still alive and well (but unxeroxed).

I'm not sure exactly if it's Sotanghon Cup guy who stole the handout but I guess someone did at that moment. (Because I think I had the handout before I reached that side of the mall.) There's no other reasoning behind it, unless I just imagined the tugging at the papers or the handout vanished into thin air.

And thus is my first erm, experience of being robbed actively (I did get some of my stuff stolen in Pisay, but they were stolen while I wasn't around).

Waaaaaaah. I have a feeling my family will laugh at me this weekend. My sister told me that one is lucky if one survives a year without getting robbed in Manila. And now I have been robbed. Of Joan's short story.

I swear, my life is definitely odd, stupid, laughable if it weren't my life, or an indeterminate combination of the three.

And I needed to read that short story for tomorrow! :( It was the unedited version with the sex scene we must analyze! (I only have the edited copy in my Hum book, the one with the cut sex scene.)

Good evening 2007, this is definitely an odd year.


It's been a week and two days since you first texted. It's been four days since I gave you my final answer.

In three days, I'll make my final move. Don't say I didn't warn you, because it's been a long time coming.

Not that I think you read my blog or anything, but our mutual friend deserves an explanation. And I don't trust anything coming out of your mouth or thought of by your mind.


Warning. Not as gruesomely descriptive as the last entry, but still. Read when not eating? )


Sure enough, there was an earthworm on the rug. )


The memories of all the fires I watched from the Pisay oval last school year came back to me in a flash when there was a fire at the Supreme Court on Monday. I didn't actually see the fire but I did see five fire trucks whiz past the Robinson's Place Mall heading in the Supreme Court's general direction. Apparently its Session Hall was the one with the fire, and faulty wiring might have caused it.

I don't know if this is a freak accident or if it was intentional because apparently some cases which are to be heard by the Supreme Court will be postponed because of said fire. I just know that when I passed the Supreme Court at around 9:40 pm later, the Supreme Court building looked very very wet. >_<


When Cybill, Joan, and I passed our College (College of Medicine Building otherwise known as Calderon Hall), there were a lot of media present - you know, reporters, microphones, cameramen, the works. We three wondered what had happened. We tried to observe for a while, but we saw nothing in particular.

Apparently, this is what happened. )

When I decided to go to school here, I didn't think that there would be so many newsworthy things of this nature... I mean, there are protests here all the time (especially since we're near the Department of Justice, the Court of Appeals, the Supreme Court) and there are always TV crews and all but these are weird things. And I guess these things don't happen in other places.

Hmmm. Going to school here is definitely not boring.


I think I better stop now before my head hurts again. I wanted to write more, but I think I described enough med-related stuff for today.

Last thing: I miss Jman's entries. :(

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