Happy

I receive a random email from Blogger telling me that someone commented on a post of mine, so I check it out and what a pleasant compliment I receive. :P About 8 or 9 months have passed since my last post and the fact that I blog less and less doesn't surprise me!

Fully adjusted to college (I'd have to say. It would be pretty sad if I still feel and expect to be treated like a high schooler.) I barely recognize myself. I don't mean that in a bad way. I like the person I've become so far. My life (not that it's how I've always dreamed it would be) but it's me. I (try to) do my best. I pay attention to my academics. I love Psyche and I'm totally anxious about the quiz bee in Feb. I've got great friends who are supportive of my various ventures. I've opened myself to new experiences. Right now, I'd have to say that I'm happy <3

I want this year to be the best so far!

I'll continue living life the way it's meant to be lived: day to day, while taking the future into consideration and enjoying the simple things in life.

Now, if you'd excuse me, I have a pre-lab to write, a play to reread, and data to encode. :)

First Day of Sophomore Year

I instructed Madok to sing Seasons of Love at 6AM and he did, only I told him to shut up about 3 times before I got up, which is more or less what I expected to happen. I had time to make a cup of hot Cup Noodles (Mini), which overflowed when I threw its cover in the trash can. Pleasant start.

So, I dressed quickly, since I planned my outfit last night. I wore my white V-neck shirt with my Giordano jeans and my mom’s purple necklace. Grabbed my clipboard and walked over to Berchman, just like old times. So, I waited at 105 a few minutes before seating myself in front. I made a small squeak of surprise when I saw who walked in. Ma’am Oris. I was torn between horror and satisfaction. I remember that I got a D from her during the 1st sem. And I remember her long tests, which made my head spin. And I will remember her for giving us a inch-thick pile of readings on the first day of class. Goodness. At least we get to watch a movie tomorrow. Faura AVR! Remember self!

I then strolled over to Ate Alma’s little nook in SEC B. I asked her to make a copy of the stuff and I’d pay her tomorrow at 9 when I get everything. I kinda feel for them, the photocopier ates and kuyas. They stand in the heat all day and work those machines, which stink horribly, and get less than P200. That doesn’t include their commission for every rim they use and their tips, but come on! I’m sure they support their families and that’s barely an amount one person can live on per day!

I settled myself and got a glass of Coffee Boomba from Juicy Juiz and sat down with The Other Boleyn Girl. For about an hour I sat on that table all by myself, passing the time reading. If I had my Fil readings I probably would have read them already. Fine, I would have been alternating between the two texts, but I would’ve accomplished something in my own language.

At 10.20, I walked to SEC A to wait outside my math classroom. Danielle’s my classmate again. I do say her haircut suits her.

Our prof, Ms. (I think) Visaya explained her syllabus. No finals. No final project. No papers. Just long tests, quizzes, and assignments. The normal buzz. She emphasized awkwardly in her English that we didn’t have enough time for everything. Then spent the rest of the period going over simple and compound interest. *sigh* Though after doing the page she assigned, it doesn’t seem all that simple. I couldn’t solve the last number because I didn’t know how to solve for a variable that is an exponent. Oh well. She’ll ask people to solve the stuff tomorrow.

When we were dismissed, I waited in line for the math text. The guy from Bare was waiting with the curly haired girl from the show. Camz would have been squealing. Haha.

I went back to the dorm for lunch. After I reclined in my bed to continue reading.

Then I went to the wrong room for my SA class. Haha. I had to run to RMT to check my schedule, and apparently, I got it wrong just by a few rooms. My real room is 308 not 305. Oh well. I was all sweaty when I got there. Dr. De Guzman. The guy is thought provoking, well what he says is, but my God, his manner. I could feel my attention span disappearing. He just sits on his desk and speaks in this monotone. No visual cues. No vocal inflections. I sense the formula for a sleepy class. Heat + boring teacher. Nooooo!!!

I refuse to do that! I want to get high grades this year! Starting with summer. I’ll try my best with Oris and do the readings in advance! I’ll study math and do exercises! I’ll take down notes during SA!

DL here I come!!!

How else can I emphasize this point?

It is laziness, my friends. This is the evil that has kept me from (updating) you. It is this beast that has prevented from changing the layout, uploading new pictures, posting new posts, etc. Therefore, apologies are in order. Then again, to whom am I supposed to offer my most sincere apologizes? Who actually comes and visits? I don't sense anyone.

Oh well.

May 11, 1991

As of 8/4/2008 1:30:01 PM EDT
You are 17 years old.
You are 207 months old.
You are 900 weeks old.
You are 6,295 days old.
You are 151,093 hours old.
You are 9,065,610 minutes old.
You are 543,936,601 seconds old.

As I read down the list, the numbers made me feel older... >.<

What Your Name Means

You entered: Patricia May Tuazon Cruz

There are 21 letters in your name.
Those 21 letters total to 101
There are 9 vowels and 12 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:

Spanish	Female	Noble.
Latin	Female	Feminine form of Patrick: Regal; noble.

Your number is: 2

The characteristics of #2 are: Cooperation, adaptability, consideration of others, partnering, mediating. (Really...)

The expression or destiny for #2:
A number 2 Expression gives you the tools to work very well with other people. Your destiny is in the role of the mediator and the peacemaker. In many ways you are dependent on others and seem to function best in a partnership or in some form of group activity. Modesty runs deep in your nature, and you can work comfortably without recognition of your accomplishments. Often, others get credit for your ideas, and this is of little real concern to your since you are such a willing team player. As you grow in this direction, you become sensitive to the feelings of others, you are ever diplomatic in handling complicated situations. Cooperative, courteous, and considerate, you have the capacity to become an outstanding facilitator. You know how to organize and handle people. You are a good detail person because you rarely overlook anything. Tactful and friendly, nearly everyone likes you. (Somewhat true, but I'm skeptical of some details.)

The negative 2 personality can be over-sensitive and easily hurt. Too much of this number in your makeup can make you very shy and uncertain. Sometimes the excessive 2 energies makes one apathetic and somewhat indifferent to the job at hand; the ability to handle details is hampered in these cases. (The first part made me wonder. It's hard to hurt my feelings, because I probably won't even notice what you did... Lol.)

Your Soul Urge number is: 7

A Soul Urge number of 7 means:
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.

You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.

The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.

Your Inner Dream number is: 4

An Inner Dream number of 4 means:
You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork. (I do? I don't think so.)

Which Billionaire?

What would you do with your money?

Boredom Takes Over

Hm... Let me think... This would probably be around my 5th entry about slacking, that is if I were to continue down that path again.

So, instead of focusing on what I'm doing instead of what I should, I'll let the world know what I'm supposed to be doing. Maybe in the process, I'll figure out how to do it/answer the questions.

1. Leaves

Botany presentation time! And Nicole says that based on the lab manual it's long. As in loooooooong. >.< That scares me.

And I checked, and had it confirmed (by her) that it's actually a 13-page topic. Phew. Great relief there. Finally, I can use PowerPoint. I haven't used it yet. :(

2. Tarong - Pagsusuri at Pagmumunimuni

As I stare at the souvenir program which robbed me of 80 precious Pesos, I wonder how to put my vague idea into words. Really. I know the crossing-over theme goal-thingy was achieved, but how and by what means...? It's difficult to describe. Much more in Filipino. >.<

3. English - *insert extremely long title here* lecture summary/reflection

Argh... Now, summaries aren't particularly challenging, they become tough when the lecture you were required to listen to was something you hardly understood. Really. I hate it when lecturers use "big words" and back stories and confusion as their tools. *sigh*

All I am certain about when it comes to the lecture earlier is that it was about movies or cinemas.

4. Math - study

Yeah. After feeling bad about my long test earlier, I'm going to try to fit that into my schedule. Somehow.

5. English - research on blue roses

Ever since my Blood+ period, blue roses have been a topic of great (GREAT) interest for me. I love the idea they symbolize. Since blue roses don't exist in nature, they mean in flower language, something unattainable or etheral.

I was trying to do a bit of advanced research in library before the lecture, but once again, my topic is one that is extremely difficult to find material on. Genetic engineering relevant to flowers, which don't actually do anything. That's the thing with blue roses, breeders have always wanted to be THE ONE to breed the blue rose, but apart from that blue roses don't really have a significance. At least I don't see it.

6. Draw my messy outline

I am a proud member of CAPES.

I went to the meeting last week, and I learned of the Fully Booked prose/graphic novel/poetry contest and the CAPES moderator (I'm sorry I forgot your name! ^^;;) invited me to join. So now, I took on 1 more assignment.

I've decided to do a retelling of the Hades-Persephone myth. After consuming over 20 fanfics (of varying lengths - one-shots to 21 chappies) in one weekend, I've become obsessed with the pairing. *hearts*

Now, I've put up another challenge in front of myself. But, before I elaborate, let me put forward a funny quote from Mr. Moderator. "Writers are seen as idle ... So they create their own problems and then solve it." Ok, paraphrase.

I want to make my own version my own version. Not something based on one of the hundreds of other fanfics out there. But my own story. Actually, our lit selection today kinda inspired. Angela Carter retold the Little Red Ridding Hood story in her short story In the Company of Wolves. And although you can see the elements from the original story, it does not feel the same.

I want to achieve that. It does not matter if I don't win. And I certainly don't expect to. I'd love the 100,000, but it's not something I expect to fall into my hands.

So Much News, So Little Time

Now, it's been over TWO months since I last posted here, and what have I got to say. A lot really. ZOMG!!

First, I would like to post my excuse. The university that hosted our BEIJING TOUR blocked several sites, Blogger, for instance, and yuzutea.net as well, so I believe same thing went for WordPress. Hm... Maybe they fear propaganda . Free Press and Freedom of Speech (kinda, anyway) on the net.

So, now, I'd like to list the things down. I'll go into it if I feel like it.

1. Beijing Tour.

It was so fun. I learned so much. I saw so much. I met so many cool people. I will persist in using simple sentences. XD

But seriously, it lit my desire to *ahem* seriously study Chinese. At the end of my final MHCS school year, I felt embarrassed that I could hardly converse after study Chinese for most of my life. That being around 12 years. >.< So, I learned and also learned to enjoy the learning process. This is easy with a fun teacher. :D

2. THE Ateneo

I've finally enrolled. Yay! I've got 17 units (English, Literature, Mathematics, Botany, Filipino, Tennis, and... Did I miss anything?) Anyway, it all excites me. Tomorrow, I'll be moving to Eliazo Hall. I've got more stuff prepared than when I went to China. It frustrates Mom, but honestly, I hate being unprepared. Really. I really want to meet my roommates and my dormmates and my blockmates, and all the other mateys out there. >.<

I fear that I'll be all alone in the dorm room tomorrow.

3. Madok

Now what the heck is this "Madok" thing I speak of? Madok is my new MacBookPro. Yay! Which I am using to type this. Double yay! It's the first time in years (no exaggeration) I've been able to use my own computer to go online. Now, the only thing I lack is my bookmarks and my add-ons for FireFox. That's all. But all that is just a USB drive away. Which I probably have to accomplish tonight, because tomorrow, Mom's files will be 20+ kilometers away.

Anyway, time to update my files and go to bed. We have a Guidance Office testing thing tomorrow.

What the heck is wrong with these people?!

Why? Why? Why?

I drive by Mazda along Chino Roces Avenue and spot *OMG* an MX-5 in the gallery. I turn my head and exclaim, thank goodness I'm not driving. But finally these people, whoever they are, finally decided to bring the precious lovable MX-5 over. No more huuuuuuuuuge import ekek super dag-dag charges. Now when I log on to the site of Mazda Phil. P2M. Well, to give them credit it's P1,999,000.

What the heck?!

It's only $21,200 in the US, being around P800,000. Sure, a little dag-dag here and there is no big deal, but an increase in ONE MILLION PESOS is INSANE.

Now, I'm not in the habit of writing in ALL CAPS, but that only means I'm shocked and serious. OMG... There's my dream flying out the window. *sob*

All these extra charges are insane. It's probably the taxes, but this entry is about the insanity of its exorbitance.


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