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rewritethepastIt’s been a boot-wearing three days for me last week and hopefully my boots won’t give out on me as I still have years to go here in rainy flooded Manila.
Good things about wearing boots:
1. I gain at least two to three inches of height with them. (And being 4'11, I need all the inches I can get. =P)
2. I am less likely to be attacked or teased by classmates with them on. (Since one pair of boots is of the Doc Martins variety while the other is of the erm… leather high-heeled boot variety, I guess.) One lift of the foot with the boot and threat is eliminated. In theory.
3. I am less likely to get leptospirosis because of the boots which protect me from the floodwaters which may contain rat urine.
4. I don’t have to have my sneakers sent home to be laundered (which I do if they get wet from aforementioned floodwaters). Cleaning the pair of boots is easier. (As long as the insides don't get wet.)
5. Possible intimidating factor for evil teachers. I can probably get away with “accidentally” stepping on their feet. (Since apparently I look like I'm 15 or something.)
6. I save the ends of my pants from getting wet when I have them on. (Although now I have a tendency to wear my boots only with skirts.)
7. Considering I do not have a decent pair of sandals to go to school in, the boots break up the monotony of wearing sneakers, sneakers, and sneakers to school five days a week, 20 odd days a month, too many days in a year for me to tabulate monthly.
8. At least there is less chance of me having the same pair of boots as someone else in UP Manila as compared to say a pair of sandals or sneakers. (Actually, I haven’t seen anyone wear boots yet in UP Manila.) Also, it's not so noticable even if someone else is wearing the same pair of boots.
9. Considering that my parents insist on my wearing only a certain brand of sneakers, the boots are cheaper. (Of course I cannot vouch for the Docs since those were given to me by my ninang.)
10. They work (at least the leather high-heeled boot variety one) for both casual and formal occasions and for a variety of outfits. The sneakers die in formal attire and sandals depend a lot on the color and style of the outfit.
Bad things about wearing boots:
1. They are heavy (at least the Docs). If the school bag is heavy, wearing boots is just making me lose stamina faster.
2. I always get teased about them when I wear them (although normally in a good way).
3. People who do not know me always look at me weirdly. (I repeat, I do not want leptospirosis.)
4. It is harder to pick an outfit to match the boots.
5. I tend to kick doors open. The boots do the job quite well, but the doors may not be able to handle the extra force supplied by the added weight of the boots.
6. Boots make me more clumsy than usual and in general, falling down with boots on hurt more than if one wears sneakers. (Not to mention one’s more likely to get a sprained ankle or worse.)
7. I tend to step on papers or books because I’m clumsy and if the boots step on things they leave a messier and indented mark on them.
8. I walk slower with them on because of the aforementioned increased clumsiness factor and the fact that it’s generally harder to walk around with them on due to height increase, etc.
9. It’s harder to find a good pair of boots than a good pair of sneakers.
Ah the drama of living in a city where rats as large as kittens roam the streets and are caught and placed in cages and killed using hot water (as told to me by one of my classmates). Only here do you get ambushed by Yellow Cab delivery men bringing pizza to an official in the Department of Justice. Only here do you have the age old sneakers v. slippers/sandals problem (because I know in Diliman sandals are the clear winners of the battle). Only here do you actually go to a hospital if you have a health problem in school (as we have no infirmary). Only here does one has all classrooms airconditioned. Did I mention that there are a lot of media here all the time lately? (Well, it’s because of Mr. Justice Secretary working practically next door to us. Sometimes I go home and I see those vans with satellite dishes on them and reporters applying makeup and the cameramen positioning themselves.) And this, other than La Salle, I guess, is the only school with erm, different structures separating parts of the university from each other.
***
Math 17 Dept. Exam No. 3
Or “There isn’t a swear word invented that can fully express my ultimate hate for Math 17.”
On Thursday Intarmed 2013 had its third departmental exam in Math 17. Now this was a very bizarre move on our instructor’s (and no, I don’t think he is a professor – there’s a big distinction and a lot of stages before an instructor becomes a professor) part. Why?
Considering that the man took an hour to simply differentiate (and I mean differentiate only) functions from relations, well, you’ll have an idea of our glacial pace through the succeeding lessons.
Actually, I stand corrected. The glacial pace was reserved for the stuff that actually didn’t appear in the test and those that were very very important for said test was mentioned very very briefly, around a minute or so if we were lucky.
So Mr. Man continued on his merry way and we of Intarmed decided to either tune him out, listen and correct his many mistakes, or a sick sad combination of the two.
Imagine, we discussed stuff that’s still important to the test right on the day of the test. (Around what, five hours before the test supposedly should have started.) And he wasn’t sure about what hour the test would start or where it’ll be on that same day. Good job, teach, good job.
He had made us choose whether we wanted a 4:00 – 6:00 pm or a 6:00 – 8:00 pm slot for the test (as compared to the normal 5:30 kuno na time that really becomes 6:30). Well, the class was erm, vocal about their reasoning and the 4:00 won but then Sir said that he had already reserved a specific time slot with the coordinator but forgot which one it was. (Donk.) So he had to find the coordinator first before he could tell us the time.
Yes, there’s still more.
Then we went to classes and waited and eventually Miguel told us that Sir had us down for the 6:00 to 8:00 pm slot. Sana nga lang naman kung ganong ka-late mag-umpisa naman sa tamang oras.
So we wait and study and by 5:40 we’re outside our testing area which is not airconditioned and old and all. The rain starts pouring a little bit before that and we are dismayed yet we thought that the area outside the testing room would be safe as it’s got a roof over it.
So 6:00 comes by and goes and the students in the room still don’t want to leave. We wait and wait and tease my classmate whose birthday’s the next day and are amused/dismayed by Ardynne’s antics. We wait and wait and suddenly those with sandals on scream and we look down and lo and behold, the waters are rising. We stick near the wall (as the wall is on higher ground) and the waters rise and still nothing from those inside. Then we see movement from the areas with soil and certain evil insects wave their feelers happily and we scream and erase all remaining space with the wall.
Still the waters rise and lightning strikes and we run as the waters near the wall. We run up the stairs and stay there, sitting on the benches and bitching about these strange circumstances. The waters rise still and there is naught left for them to do but rise and rise up to the point where people’s feet are swallowed up. The aforementioned evil insects exercise their swimming prowess and we do not move.
It is around 6:20 or so when our president and some others decide to venture into the flooded waters (and brave the swimming cockroaches) and ask our teacher if the test will still push through. The waters have risen to the point where it can enter our testing room and the cockroaches are still around. They come back with their feet newly wet and frowns on their faces. Our teacher just smiled with their appeal for our need to leave and wash our feet and go home before the storm gets worse.
At around 6:50 or so we are told that the test has finished and we should enter the room using the other way. This other way necessitates our leaving the building and walking in the pouring rain through a puddled road and walking in the room while attempting to pass those jubilant at having finished the exam. The rain pours down and we wonder what we have done to deserve such harsh testing conditions.
At around 7:00 pm we’re in and the teachers laugh and laugh and ignore our mottled selves and they consume valuable time doing so that could have been used to start the test earlier. Eventually after a long time they get the hint and start the test, although our teacher earlier decided to scramble up the seating arrangement of Intarmed for unknown reasons.
And the test starts and it ends and I hate it and I think I’ll fail it and I pick up my things and leave, walking through the dark with Trebor and thankfully it didn’t rain anymore and I have nothing to eat as Robinson’s had just closed and I get back and close the door to my room and it’s 9:30 pm and I turn and hit my head and won’t the pain stop as I fall to the ground cradling my fragile head in my hands, hoping that I won’t stain the floor with blood. I just cleaned it yesterday.
***
I guess people really don’t understand.
It’s so hard to live like this when every move you make is misinterpreted, when people assume you to be something that you’re not, will never be.
You’re making me a saint when I’m the one holding the pitchfork, darlings.
I promised at IPC that I knew my faith. I know it, and I think I’m doing the best I can about it.
The problem is, I don’t think I can ever truly let go of my past, the past that I try dearly to deny but it’s emblazoned on me with that branding iron you hold and even if the burn cools it’ll still be there, a dark mark against my skin.
Maybe that’s why I believe too much in other people, try to help them and make them happy, watch them and try to nudge them back on the right track, watch them as they start taking up their own pitchforks and try to snatch those away from them, why I think too damn much about them and agonize over their wrong choices, sometimes even more than they themselves do.
Maybe I just don’t want them to end up like me.
***
I promised I’d post the erm, reason for my leaving early (Homecoming), or actually, what the hell I did instead of watch my classmates and teacher win UNILAB prizes, but Math et al. has eaten my brain again. (Actually it’s been shut down without warning too many times this week; ctrl + alt + del doesn’t work anymore. My brain needs a reformat. Badly.) Maybe next entry. Besides, it deserves an entry of its own.
***
Lots of us are feeling poorly due to our Math test and the environmental/physical/mental/emotional factors involved in taking it. Get well Joanne, Cybill, Poch (haha, talaga ba may sakit ka?), etc. (Oo nga no, puro pala Block 13 ang natamaan.) Yeesh. We need a break from Math 17. (Actually we need a break from Mr. Math.)
I mean, I’m not the sharpest crayon in the box when it comes to Math but this was a hard test. I swear, guys, the tests here in Manila are harder. This test, I think, is a sure fail for me. As in cinco o quatro fail. And if our Intarmed Math God and Goddess are unsure of their performance in the test (and I’m sure a lot of people know who they are, have known them for a while even), then what more of us mere mortals? (And I don’t think I’m a mortal anymore, I’m just a erm… degenerate species? Hahahahaha.)
Bah. Stupid long questions. And Mr. Math cannot multiply. If he ruled the world, 1 times 1 would be equal to 2. Donk.
I am anticipating the day of evaluation of Mr. Math with sadistic glee. If it happens tomorrow…
***
Since the contest is now two weeks old, I now declare the contest closed. Vinni-san is the clear winner, obviously. Anyway, I’ll think about the prize. Gumana ba yung unang prize?
I’ll reveal the answers to the unguessed statements in my next post. Seriously, I think this was the easier contest, but I guess it wasn’t. (Then again, I guess my opinion doesn’t count because I made the questions. =P What do you guys think?) Of course there are other factors to consider. (Like different timezones, homework, etc.)
Anyway, congrats Vinni-san! I have a feeling that if I have another contest like this (which there might be) I should have a special prize for you. Heehee. And I’ll give the second place winner a prize. Hmmm. Better save up now.
To everyone who joined, thanks :)
***
Oh yeah, our topic today for NSTP was erm… titillating (supposedly). I wasn’t so shocked since honestly, we’ve been talking about sex since grade 4 or something. Then there was high school and erm… there was that lost condom in the LifeSci display of contraceptions (Kinailangan siguro ni someone... at least they are practicing safe sex? Pero baka nagexpire na nung kinuha niya...)…
Anyway. Fun facts about sex and Filipino teens from the talk (given by a gynecologist, I think):
In high school => virginity is lost at graduation (night) because it’s a “graduation gift”
Highest percentage of youth who have premarital sex in the Philippines come from Southern Mindanao and Central Visayas. (Hmmm. Wonder why?)
11% of those having premarital sex have it with a partner of the same sex.
Then we talked about possible comeback lines to those gasgas lines about sex. You know, those “You’d go to bed with me if you really love me…” and “I’m sure I don’t have an STD, so I don’t need contraception” kind of lines.
Wow, I didn’t know Intarmed would be so aggressive with such topics.
To the first line: “Are you sure that I love you?” and “I love a lot of people, so does that mean I should have sex with them too?”
To the second: “I trust you, but I trust ‘Trust’ more.” Donk. I don’t even wonder why I get all the innuendoes anymore… I just wonder if we'll all be able to say these witty lines when the actual situation presents itself.
Still, not exactly a bad day except for the fact that lots of us got our footwear soaking wet on the way to the classroom. (Note to self: The road next to the PGH basketball court floods very very badly.) To counter the horror we used tissues and well… alcogel to combat possible evil leptospirosis bacteria entering our body. Very not titilating. >_< Our poor shoes and our cold feet in the cold airconditioned NSTP classroom. O.o
***
I’m seeing someone I shouldn’t be seeing here. I thought it was a fluke the first time, a coincidence the second, but I was shell-shocked at the third as now I know his supposed course here (since he was with his blockmates and I know that block’s course).
Talk about those coincidences that you wish would never happen to you.
I’m still praying it’s a mistake. Please make it a mistake.
Gaaaaaaaaaah. More stress.
***
Wake me up
when September ends...
- Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day
Then again, if September ends, finals will follow in October. Wala bang pass hanggang November? >_<
***
And to all you Katipunan people out there, we might just see you really soon :)
Good things about wearing boots:
1. I gain at least two to three inches of height with them. (And being 4'11, I need all the inches I can get. =P)
2. I am less likely to be attacked or teased by classmates with them on. (Since one pair of boots is of the Doc Martins variety while the other is of the erm… leather high-heeled boot variety, I guess.) One lift of the foot with the boot and threat is eliminated. In theory.
3. I am less likely to get leptospirosis because of the boots which protect me from the floodwaters which may contain rat urine.
4. I don’t have to have my sneakers sent home to be laundered (which I do if they get wet from aforementioned floodwaters). Cleaning the pair of boots is easier. (As long as the insides don't get wet.)
5. Possible intimidating factor for evil teachers. I can probably get away with “accidentally” stepping on their feet. (Since apparently I look like I'm 15 or something.)
6. I save the ends of my pants from getting wet when I have them on. (Although now I have a tendency to wear my boots only with skirts.)
7. Considering I do not have a decent pair of sandals to go to school in, the boots break up the monotony of wearing sneakers, sneakers, and sneakers to school five days a week, 20 odd days a month, too many days in a year for me to tabulate monthly.
8. At least there is less chance of me having the same pair of boots as someone else in UP Manila as compared to say a pair of sandals or sneakers. (Actually, I haven’t seen anyone wear boots yet in UP Manila.) Also, it's not so noticable even if someone else is wearing the same pair of boots.
9. Considering that my parents insist on my wearing only a certain brand of sneakers, the boots are cheaper. (Of course I cannot vouch for the Docs since those were given to me by my ninang.)
10. They work (at least the leather high-heeled boot variety one) for both casual and formal occasions and for a variety of outfits. The sneakers die in formal attire and sandals depend a lot on the color and style of the outfit.
Bad things about wearing boots:
1. They are heavy (at least the Docs). If the school bag is heavy, wearing boots is just making me lose stamina faster.
2. I always get teased about them when I wear them (although normally in a good way).
3. People who do not know me always look at me weirdly. (I repeat, I do not want leptospirosis.)
4. It is harder to pick an outfit to match the boots.
5. I tend to kick doors open. The boots do the job quite well, but the doors may not be able to handle the extra force supplied by the added weight of the boots.
6. Boots make me more clumsy than usual and in general, falling down with boots on hurt more than if one wears sneakers. (Not to mention one’s more likely to get a sprained ankle or worse.)
7. I tend to step on papers or books because I’m clumsy and if the boots step on things they leave a messier and indented mark on them.
8. I walk slower with them on because of the aforementioned increased clumsiness factor and the fact that it’s generally harder to walk around with them on due to height increase, etc.
9. It’s harder to find a good pair of boots than a good pair of sneakers.
Ah the drama of living in a city where rats as large as kittens roam the streets and are caught and placed in cages and killed using hot water (as told to me by one of my classmates). Only here do you get ambushed by Yellow Cab delivery men bringing pizza to an official in the Department of Justice. Only here do you have the age old sneakers v. slippers/sandals problem (because I know in Diliman sandals are the clear winners of the battle). Only here do you actually go to a hospital if you have a health problem in school (as we have no infirmary). Only here does one has all classrooms airconditioned. Did I mention that there are a lot of media here all the time lately? (Well, it’s because of Mr. Justice Secretary working practically next door to us. Sometimes I go home and I see those vans with satellite dishes on them and reporters applying makeup and the cameramen positioning themselves.) And this, other than La Salle, I guess, is the only school with erm, different structures separating parts of the university from each other.
***
Math 17 Dept. Exam No. 3
Or “There isn’t a swear word invented that can fully express my ultimate hate for Math 17.”
On Thursday Intarmed 2013 had its third departmental exam in Math 17. Now this was a very bizarre move on our instructor’s (and no, I don’t think he is a professor – there’s a big distinction and a lot of stages before an instructor becomes a professor) part. Why?
Considering that the man took an hour to simply differentiate (and I mean differentiate only) functions from relations, well, you’ll have an idea of our glacial pace through the succeeding lessons.
Actually, I stand corrected. The glacial pace was reserved for the stuff that actually didn’t appear in the test and those that were very very important for said test was mentioned very very briefly, around a minute or so if we were lucky.
So Mr. Man continued on his merry way and we of Intarmed decided to either tune him out, listen and correct his many mistakes, or a sick sad combination of the two.
Imagine, we discussed stuff that’s still important to the test right on the day of the test. (Around what, five hours before the test supposedly should have started.) And he wasn’t sure about what hour the test would start or where it’ll be on that same day. Good job, teach, good job.
He had made us choose whether we wanted a 4:00 – 6:00 pm or a 6:00 – 8:00 pm slot for the test (as compared to the normal 5:30 kuno na time that really becomes 6:30). Well, the class was erm, vocal about their reasoning and the 4:00 won but then Sir said that he had already reserved a specific time slot with the coordinator but forgot which one it was. (Donk.) So he had to find the coordinator first before he could tell us the time.
Yes, there’s still more.
Then we went to classes and waited and eventually Miguel told us that Sir had us down for the 6:00 to 8:00 pm slot. Sana nga lang naman kung ganong ka-late mag-umpisa naman sa tamang oras.
So we wait and study and by 5:40 we’re outside our testing area which is not airconditioned and old and all. The rain starts pouring a little bit before that and we are dismayed yet we thought that the area outside the testing room would be safe as it’s got a roof over it.
So 6:00 comes by and goes and the students in the room still don’t want to leave. We wait and wait and tease my classmate whose birthday’s the next day and are amused/dismayed by Ardynne’s antics. We wait and wait and suddenly those with sandals on scream and we look down and lo and behold, the waters are rising. We stick near the wall (as the wall is on higher ground) and the waters rise and still nothing from those inside. Then we see movement from the areas with soil and certain evil insects wave their feelers happily and we scream and erase all remaining space with the wall.
Still the waters rise and lightning strikes and we run as the waters near the wall. We run up the stairs and stay there, sitting on the benches and bitching about these strange circumstances. The waters rise still and there is naught left for them to do but rise and rise up to the point where people’s feet are swallowed up. The aforementioned evil insects exercise their swimming prowess and we do not move.
It is around 6:20 or so when our president and some others decide to venture into the flooded waters (and brave the swimming cockroaches) and ask our teacher if the test will still push through. The waters have risen to the point where it can enter our testing room and the cockroaches are still around. They come back with their feet newly wet and frowns on their faces. Our teacher just smiled with their appeal for our need to leave and wash our feet and go home before the storm gets worse.
At around 6:50 or so we are told that the test has finished and we should enter the room using the other way. This other way necessitates our leaving the building and walking in the pouring rain through a puddled road and walking in the room while attempting to pass those jubilant at having finished the exam. The rain pours down and we wonder what we have done to deserve such harsh testing conditions.
At around 7:00 pm we’re in and the teachers laugh and laugh and ignore our mottled selves and they consume valuable time doing so that could have been used to start the test earlier. Eventually after a long time they get the hint and start the test, although our teacher earlier decided to scramble up the seating arrangement of Intarmed for unknown reasons.
And the test starts and it ends and I hate it and I think I’ll fail it and I pick up my things and leave, walking through the dark with Trebor and thankfully it didn’t rain anymore and I have nothing to eat as Robinson’s had just closed and I get back and close the door to my room and it’s 9:30 pm and I turn and hit my head and won’t the pain stop as I fall to the ground cradling my fragile head in my hands, hoping that I won’t stain the floor with blood. I just cleaned it yesterday.
***
I guess people really don’t understand.
It’s so hard to live like this when every move you make is misinterpreted, when people assume you to be something that you’re not, will never be.
You’re making me a saint when I’m the one holding the pitchfork, darlings.
I promised at IPC that I knew my faith. I know it, and I think I’m doing the best I can about it.
The problem is, I don’t think I can ever truly let go of my past, the past that I try dearly to deny but it’s emblazoned on me with that branding iron you hold and even if the burn cools it’ll still be there, a dark mark against my skin.
Maybe that’s why I believe too much in other people, try to help them and make them happy, watch them and try to nudge them back on the right track, watch them as they start taking up their own pitchforks and try to snatch those away from them, why I think too damn much about them and agonize over their wrong choices, sometimes even more than they themselves do.
Maybe I just don’t want them to end up like me.
***
I promised I’d post the erm, reason for my leaving early (Homecoming), or actually, what the hell I did instead of watch my classmates and teacher win UNILAB prizes, but Math et al. has eaten my brain again. (Actually it’s been shut down without warning too many times this week; ctrl + alt + del doesn’t work anymore. My brain needs a reformat. Badly.) Maybe next entry. Besides, it deserves an entry of its own.
***
Lots of us are feeling poorly due to our Math test and the environmental/physical/mental/emotional factors involved in taking it. Get well Joanne, Cybill, Poch (haha, talaga ba may sakit ka?), etc. (Oo nga no, puro pala Block 13 ang natamaan.) Yeesh. We need a break from Math 17. (Actually we need a break from Mr. Math.)
I mean, I’m not the sharpest crayon in the box when it comes to Math but this was a hard test. I swear, guys, the tests here in Manila are harder. This test, I think, is a sure fail for me. As in cinco o quatro fail. And if our Intarmed Math God and Goddess are unsure of their performance in the test (and I’m sure a lot of people know who they are, have known them for a while even), then what more of us mere mortals? (And I don’t think I’m a mortal anymore, I’m just a erm… degenerate species? Hahahahaha.)
Bah. Stupid long questions. And Mr. Math cannot multiply. If he ruled the world, 1 times 1 would be equal to 2. Donk.
I am anticipating the day of evaluation of Mr. Math with sadistic glee. If it happens tomorrow…
***
Since the contest is now two weeks old, I now declare the contest closed. Vinni-san is the clear winner, obviously. Anyway, I’ll think about the prize. Gumana ba yung unang prize?
I’ll reveal the answers to the unguessed statements in my next post. Seriously, I think this was the easier contest, but I guess it wasn’t. (Then again, I guess my opinion doesn’t count because I made the questions. =P What do you guys think?) Of course there are other factors to consider. (Like different timezones, homework, etc.)
Anyway, congrats Vinni-san! I have a feeling that if I have another contest like this (which there might be) I should have a special prize for you. Heehee. And I’ll give the second place winner a prize. Hmmm. Better save up now.
To everyone who joined, thanks :)
***
Oh yeah, our topic today for NSTP was erm… titillating (supposedly). I wasn’t so shocked since honestly, we’ve been talking about sex since grade 4 or something. Then there was high school and erm… there was that lost condom in the LifeSci display of contraceptions (Kinailangan siguro ni someone... at least they are practicing safe sex? Pero baka nagexpire na nung kinuha niya...)…
Anyway. Fun facts about sex and Filipino teens from the talk (given by a gynecologist, I think):
In high school => virginity is lost at graduation (night) because it’s a “graduation gift”
Highest percentage of youth who have premarital sex in the Philippines come from Southern Mindanao and Central Visayas. (Hmmm. Wonder why?)
11% of those having premarital sex have it with a partner of the same sex.
Then we talked about possible comeback lines to those gasgas lines about sex. You know, those “You’d go to bed with me if you really love me…” and “I’m sure I don’t have an STD, so I don’t need contraception” kind of lines.
Wow, I didn’t know Intarmed would be so aggressive with such topics.
To the first line: “Are you sure that I love you?” and “I love a lot of people, so does that mean I should have sex with them too?”
To the second: “I trust you, but I trust ‘Trust’ more.” Donk. I don’t even wonder why I get all the innuendoes anymore… I just wonder if we'll all be able to say these witty lines when the actual situation presents itself.
Still, not exactly a bad day except for the fact that lots of us got our footwear soaking wet on the way to the classroom. (Note to self: The road next to the PGH basketball court floods very very badly.) To counter the horror we used tissues and well… alcogel to combat possible evil leptospirosis bacteria entering our body. Very not titilating. >_< Our poor shoes and our cold feet in the cold airconditioned NSTP classroom. O.o
***
I’m seeing someone I shouldn’t be seeing here. I thought it was a fluke the first time, a coincidence the second, but I was shell-shocked at the third as now I know his supposed course here (since he was with his blockmates and I know that block’s course).
Talk about those coincidences that you wish would never happen to you.
I’m still praying it’s a mistake. Please make it a mistake.
Gaaaaaaaaaah. More stress.
***
Wake me up
when September ends...
- Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day
Then again, if September ends, finals will follow in October. Wala bang pass hanggang November? >_<
***
And to all you Katipunan people out there, we might just see you really soon :)
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Date: 2006-09-11 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 03:27 pm (UTC)i like this-->"I trust you, but I trust 'Trust' more..."
giggle. =P
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Date: 2006-09-11 08:49 pm (UTC)Heehee. I'm actually wondering what kind of thoughts my male classmates have if they can come up with such things if such an occasion supposedly arises. :)