The Aftertaste

After the first tastes of freedom comes the realization, the embracing, and the discovery that one cannot truly be free. That, my friends, is the aftertaste

I moved blogs.

Nagsasawa na ako sa motime.  Lagi kasing tinotopak.  Hmph.

Whatever.

Here's my new URL: http://the-aftertaste.BLOGSPOT.com.

I have returned to blogger.

*music: Open Arms by Journey*

*bow*

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I'm a generally nice person.  You can ask my friends.  I don't usually enjoy putting people down.  [Except for a few isolated cases, but there are "special" people involved in those cases, they really ask for that kind of treatment.]  So when I say that a person is an asswipe, a superbiatch, or an ogre [or all of the preceding], then most likely, that person actually resembles an asswipe, a superbiatch, or an ogre.

Yep, haven't gotten over what my Stat 101 prof did.  [See previous post.]

Was talking to LV awhile ago.  We have the same prof.  Apparentely, Superbiatch told us that if we were absent at least once, we should lose all hopes of getting a 1.0.  And I have three absences.  Even though I showed up for class.  The wrong class, yes, but still, I showed up.

She has marked me.  The Superbiatch has found her prey.  I am anticipating excessive abuse and powertripping from her end.  I hate her I hate her I hate her.

[Still having evil thoughts.]

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So, anyway... let's move along, shall we?

Tony Meloto, the founder of Gawad Kalinga, spoke at our CWTS class awhile ago.  He's so inspiring.  It's good to know that there are still people in our country who hold on to their ideals and reach their goals, no matter how far-fetched they are.

I was going to write a really extensive post about Gawad Kalinga.  You would have been inspired.  You would have been so touched, a few tears would have been shed.

But I'm too pissed off at my Stat 101 prof.  [I had to go to the Stat building to get our problem sets, and my memories of her stupidity just all came back to me.]

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Awhile ago I was really happy with myself, remember?

I don't usually post two times in a day but I really have to now to release all this... hate.

I hate my Stat 101 prof.  She is a horrible ogre.  Any resemblances between her and human beings are purely coincidental.  I hate her I hate her I hate her.

I explained what happened.  I begged her to take back those absences.  I mean, hey, I attended her class, just not at the right time, and I did sign attendance.  I asked her in front of my classmates.  They all saw me humiliated.

She just looked straight into my eyes, and said, "Di ako naniniwala sa iyo."

[And this is where I go into a huge hissy fit.  I scream and pull her frizzy hair out and rip out whatever organ is in the place where her heart should be, and I tell her that she should [toot!] herself and that I know that she has no friends, and no boyfriend, and will never have friends or a boyfriend, because she's an ogre and there's no-one who would want to be with her, not even Shrek or the troll under the bridge from the three billy goats gruff story and now I'm hyperventilating.]

Ooooh I hate her.

The things I'm imagining about her are evil.  Purely evil.  (And may be disturbing for young audiences. Parental guidance is advised.)

These kinds of people really bring out the worst side of me.

posted by: donyaquixote at 07:00 | link | comments (1) |

I'm happy to say that nothing excruciatingly embarassing has happened to me in the last 48 hours.  Mildly embarassing and slightly shocking, yes, but nothing excruciating.

This morning was pretty weird for me.  This guy texted me from out of nowhere, and the thing is, he has the same name as this other guy I know.  And he was like, "I hope we will meet again someday."  And I was like, "WTF?!?!"  (And he was like... and I was like... and he was like... and I was like... Why am I writing like this?)

I have tons of things to do.  But let me just procrasinate for a little while.

I finally showed up at my org's tambayan awhile ago.  [I'm a member of the oh-so-prestigious UP Economics Society, but I haven't shown my face in so long that people have actually come up to me and asked me if I shifted to another course.]  I was appointed the Features and Literary Editor of our org's paper, Echoes, which is great, because I love writing.  But awhile ago, I found out that the Features are written in Filipino.  What the heck is that?  News articles are in English, but all the literary stuff is in Filipino.  And I'm supposed to edit all that gibberish.  I have nothing against Filipino writing, in fact, I am awestruck by people who can write in Filipino.  It's just that I am supposed to correct Filipino writing, when I myself only managed to sputter out around five sentences in the Filipino essay writing portion in the La Salle entrance exams.  [Not kidding, I really wrote just five sentences.  But I got accepted anyway.  Harharhar.]

I'm thinking about moving back to blogger.  Maarte at masyadong extensive kasi yung code ng motime, and I'm too lazy to clean it up.  But let's see how everything works out.

Oh! I have to tell you something that I've been dying to tell everyone I've crossed paths with today.  Even the long-haired newspaper man outside Ilang-ilang.  <voice mode="whisper">  I'm wearing really cute panties.  </voice>

Weeeheeeheeeheeeeheeeheee...

Hmm... I wonder if I'll attract any obsessive cyberstalkers this way.

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thinking too much, dorm life

Just when I thought that I could not be any more stupid, I surprise myself again once more.

[This is the part when you ask, "What did she do this time?"]

Let's start with the lesser moment of stupidity.  Mr. Big Shot says hi to me.  I say hi back, of course.  He asks me where I'm staying.  I tell him where I'm staying.  He says, "Really?"  I say, "Yeah."  Then I keep walking.  And keep walking.  Only a minute later did I realize that, wait a second, that was more than a little rude of me.  I should have made at least a little effort for small talk, right?  How socially inept can a person be?!

But that's not even close to the king of my stupid moments.

I've been going to the wrong Stat 101 class for two weeks.  Two FRICKING weeks.  It's the same prof.  Same days.  But wait a sec, the wrong time slot - pumapasok ako sa 1-2:30 class, eh enrolled naman ako sa 2:30-4 class!  I've heard that my professor freaked out during roll call when, for the third time, she saw my signature on the attendance sheet, but wasn't present.  Gosh, so embarassing.  How will I ever show my face in class?  And I have orgmates in both classes!  I know a lot of people in both classes!  They're going to be talking behind my back, making snide comments and turning up their perfect I-never-did-anything-that-stupid-and-never-will noses.

Sometimes I really wonder how the heck I got into UP.  [You took the UPCAT, dimwit.]

What's wrong with me?

I have the worst luck in the world.

Don't believe me?

I lose my form 5. My ID's been broken since time immemorial [actually, it broke two weeks after I got it].  Made a fool of myself in the Econ library (don't ask about what happened then, because I'm not telling anyone).  Last night I bumped my head really hard on a wooden beam - even think there's a bruise there.  Ran into [guy from my fencing class] in an internet cafe, and I've been hiding from him since he started making "damoobs".

Life is hard, I know, but why is it that it seems to be harder on me?  Lady Luck either hates me or enjoys laughing at me.  Or both.

Look at Ayshia.  She said the other night that she only tripped three times in her whole life.  I lost count before I even knew how to count.  My parents even enrolled me in ballet class so I could coordinate my feet and stop tripping over my own legs, but that [obviously] didn't work.

I have to start wearing more red.  Get myself a lucky cat.  Rearrange my furniture.  And one of those hexagona/octagonal mirror things (not Chinese, don't know how many sides those mirrors actually have).  But knowing my luck, I'd probably end up purchasing a cursed charm - Feng Shui a la Kris Aquino.

Someone out there... please let me borrow your four-leafed clover.  Just for a little while.

Please.

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P.S. Meet Sir Galahad.  He's attached to my flash drive, Sir Lancelot.


P.P.S. Erased all the entries with my now ex-crush.  Figured I better, because he could get access to my blog.

posted by: donyaquixote at 08:27 | link | comments |

Reading: The Best Page in The Universe

Gah, I'm so annoyed.  My roommate borrowed my flash drive, and now, the laptop is infected with a virus from a company called ccollgatee.  AVG can do nothing about it, but my knight in shining armor, Google, found me a site that shows how to get rid of the stupid thing.  [If any of you are having problems with this virus, the link for the instructions for its removal is here.]

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Playing: Goodbye Blue Skies [Pink Floyd]

Ang lupit ng mga subjects ko.

Marine Science 1:
My professor seems unaware that classes have already started.  For the two meetings that we've had, we've been watching documentaries on Oceans, and the second one was like staring into an aquarium.  The good thing about this system of classes is I get to catch up on much-needed sleep.  I hope my professor never shows up.

Economics 101:
Awhile ago, there was a power shortage in the Econ building.  Since the class is in the auditorium (where there are no windows), the natural normal thing to do would be to cancel class.  So they did.  But that didn't stop my professor from rambling on for around half an hour about what we should understand about the files he uploaded.  [It is virtually impossible to understand something like the growth of unemployment and equally boring statistics when you can't see what the heck you're analyzing, but we can't blame the guy for trying.]  The professor also tripped on his way to the stage, and the sad thing is, only Karen and I saw it, since we were sitting at the very back.  [That moment had so much potential to be a remember-when story... sigh.]

Economics 102:
MATH! I thought I was done with Calculus, but nooo... can you believe that they make us apply what we learned in Math 100?!  Aren't you supposed to forget Math right after you finish with it?  UP is so messed up.  What's with all the "applying what you have learned"?  Tsk tsk tsk.  There's something seriously wrong about the Philippine educational system.  [To those idiots who are taking this seriously, yes, I am kidding.]

Statistics 101:
MORE MATH! MY GAWD!

Fine Arts 28:
Crazy, fun prof, pero di ako close sa mga kaklase ko (therefore, they must be boring). 'Nuff said.

Science and Technology in Society (STS):
Weeeeeee..... *wink *wink

CWTS:
Also another way to catch up on sleep. WAHOO!

posted by: donyaquixote at 05:15 | link | comments |

Let's say I'm standing somewhere.  Don't ask why I'm standing, because the reason is irrelevant.  Beside me is a friend of mine.  Who also happens to be standing.  [The fact that we're standing isn't even important, I just put that to make my post longer.]

Anyway, a mutual friend walks past.  Says hello to my-friend-standing-next-to-me - actually, mutual friend does the whole saying hi routine: wave, waggle eyebrows, grin, yell her name... but wait a second... what about me?  No, I get no acknowledgement whatsoever

It's impossible that mutual friend failed to notice me.  I'm more visible (i.e. taller) than friend-standing-next-to-me.  And the room was pretty well lit.  There weren't any large spider plants obstructing mutual friend's view.

What could have happened?

Then I come to the shocking conclusion that I must have bizaarely acquired super powers.  Move over, Jessica Alba, I didn't have to go to outer space to get my powers! I just had to stand in line!  HA!



I dub myself the unofficial Filipina Imbisibol Woman.  Wonder when they're gonna make a fantaserye based on my wonderful life.

[Tawa lang tayo, kunyari di ako nasaktan. BWAHAHAHAHA...huhuhu.]

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Kidding [and everything concerning that incident] aside, I spent an hour in what seemed like an entry for the Guiness Book of Records: *drum roll* PRESENTING... the  world's longest queue, at the UP cashier! *cymbals*palakpak*palakpak*

Glad that's over.

Have I told you guys how much I hate groupwork?  Especially when you're grouped with people you know you can't work with.  That is exactly my case right now in FA 28.  I'm grouped with Mr. I-only-talk-to-Mischa-Barton-lookalikes, Miss Sorry-but-emailing-is-beyond-my-capabilities, and the Jock.  *cries*  Why?!  Whyyyy?!

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My new layout [which, humility aside, is really cool!] should have been up by now, but Dreamweaver won't install because everyone's installers are too scratched, and the laptop is acting like a spoiled brat. 

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life update