April 2010
1 post
March 2010
0 posts
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Lyan: I hate my history teacher. :(
Albert: Bakit?
Lyan: Because he hates me back, or at least I think so. Most times I notice that he’s bent on humiliating me, but that’s just me. I’m not quite sure but I can’t help but notice a few things. Hmpf.
Albert: Then do good in class. Show that el bastardo what you can. O kaya talk to him. Which is a very difficult thing to do… Pero you don’t...
Unmistakable Mistake?
It is a usual impression among the common people that sci-fi movies are replete with exaggerated objects like giant robots that could talk and transform into cars, laser guns that could reduce anyone into ash, and even normal antagonists that then become the SuperBug when agitated. Avatar has made debut when it was released last December. Movie-goers and non-movie-goers alike came flocking...
February 2010
4 posts
Where Students Fear to Tread
Ask anyone to describe UP, and you’ll never get answers not coupled with the word activism. In UP it’s always students versus the administration. And that’s basically partly what’s wrong. We commit ourselves in pickets not because we care, but because we childishly just have to maintain a tradition, even if that means having to compromise our ideals and values. Perhaps we students think too idle...
Not
Re-blogging felt unoriginal, pathetic, and lackluster, because they sapped my creative juices, acted like a supernatural force that zapped neurons down, ruthlessly, slowly draining them to the last drop like a strainer sieving spaghettini strands.
January 2010
4 posts
December 2009
1 post
New Year
Are New Years are about resolutions which we give up on before March?
October 2009
2 posts
Doesn't
I may not be thinking about you day in, day out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you.
Sick
In my world, there are only two kinds of people. They are either the most unbearable or whom I can really get along with. But tonight I’ve had to deepen philosophy because a starship landed here from the planet Unshushable from where emerged sick creatures of the most phonologically annoying kind. Despicable lot. Couldn’t stop talking and pestering others.
August 2009
25 posts
Amor a Primera Vista
Nunca me había sentido tan en el amor Con usted que captó mi corazón insensible Usted puede no ser la niña de los ojos de todo el mundo Te amo, pero no importa lo que Tus ojos, para mí, son como los escarabajos Que se ven tan bien en rojo y negro Pero mi corazón está triste y llena de sangre Con la esperanza desesperada de que usted también como yo así Así que la visión de que será suficiente Si...
That Is If...
So I must bathe now, head off to class early, and copy (shame!) answers for exer 5.1 to 5.4 from group mates… and that is, if they made it and would not rather bank on me for the solutions.
Wide-eyed
7am—Physics (I haven’t started my lab reports yet; darn, I first need to regress the long set of data in each of them, and that, as we all know, would take decades to make)
11am—midterms exam on Calculus and Analysis II (I’ve never had this mindset on this subject but today from 11am to 1pm I’m sure I’m gonna die repeatedly)
When What Sucks, Sucks, and You Just Can't Do...
Getting drunk in the local tavern, no matter what size it is, sucks. One, you’ll never know just by looking at their faces whether people are already drunk. Two, you don’t know when people already start laughing their asses off once you start dancing. And third, you think to yourself that that’s okay, that all of you sure are doing the fucking sucking dancing anyway, but you still look...
Tweet-Tweet
One good thing about twitter is, when you’re supposed to be in a rush and appear to have no time to spare, the tweets will still forever be too short you still can find time posting loads of them.
FreeRice
Just got facts and figures about FreeRice for my persuasive and informative speeches. There are too many I don’t know where to start systemizing them. I don’t even know how to put them in order. Lord, please give me wisdom.
Mind-reading
Sometimes I wish I could read minds. It’s fun and sinister how you feel you could have power over everything. You just know how anyone hungers for some silvanas while in class. Or what your crush thinks of you. “Oh Albert looked in my direction. He must have a crush on me too.” There, an almost relationship burgeons.
Pathetic Me
I’m pathetic. I’m online, I have enough load credits to last for tonight and tomorrow, I’ve time to talk with anyone. But why the hell no-one’s giving me a buzz! Text me. Call me. Or IM me.
Oh pleading is pathetic.
Loathe
One of the many moments I loathe about my digital life is when my twitterfox stops working while the wifi seizes up. I mean internet crashes, who the hell likes them? Even hackers would no doubt loathe them.
Crush
It’s amazing how at times you find the impulse to go to class because your crush is your classmate and you know, you just know, that maybe a special bond might come about.
Spare
On Twitter yesterday:
Me: Hey, still working on THE essay yet? It’s darn too boring around here. Can’t wait reading it.
Migs: I’m actually done, but I’m on PSP now so yeah
Lame! I realised this talk over twitter could have been just a talk over the phone, which is more convenient. No-one told me that it rained nuts and dorks yesterday where I terribly caught every...
Dunder
People tend to overlook what’s good in another person. All I know is, he is a big dunderhead weltering under the scallywagness that is his pea-sized brain, and that’s all he will ever be.
Tick
The time is ticking and I haven’t thought through this crisis yet. I don’t know what to do, nor can I help myself. Any moment when my brow is already drenched in sweat and my heart throbs a thousand beats per minute, I know the sand will run out and I have no choice but to give in and surrender. Now time is already closing down in five glances, but I still don’t know what to do, nor can I help...
Right
Got my left and right brain hemispheres running today. Needed to. I can’t use solely my right brain and go brag, “Calculus? That’s an easy thing. Give me half a micro-second to answer that.”
Push
Tonight, my mind’s pushing me for either a wheelchair or a casket, because for God’s sake, I can’t tell whether I’m already dead or just limp, thanks to my Math37 and English1 that I have to really sink my teeth into tonight.
Mind-fucked
Two long exams for tomorrow. Calculus first thing in the morning. English at 10am. Between that is a long boring Organic Chemistry lecture. I’m already sleepy but I haven’t reviewed yet anything, really. Tonight, rest is not an option when I don’t want to end up mind-fucked tomorrow.
Monotony
Had chicken for lunch, just had chicken for dinner. How was that for monotony? Guess what I’m going to have tomorrow.
Hint
Physics lab teacher just gave the class the data for the experiment. And they can’t make out how to analyse it. OK, so I didn’t attend my three-hour class this morning, but why do my classmates need me this crunch time? Hint, hint.
Awake
Omy, it’s 8. I’m already late for my 7am class. Why haven’t anyone awaken me?
Vocal
Basking in Above and Beyond vocal trance tracks. Really helps when you’re suddenly stumped to find yourself straying between ennui and sleeplessness.
Spirit
Second time to hear the wind actually whistle today. It’s as if some poor spirits came to Earth from Hades to shriek to give us the goosebumps.
Euphoria
Chem40 crush rarely gives me a buzz. But we had quite a chat over the phone today. To me that was something even beyond euphoria.
Bizarre
UP is bizarrely solemn right now. Just one stupid exam to shush the entire confederation of loudmouths called UP! That appears clever to me. Exam, to silence almost-unstoppable mouths? No doubt clever.
Insipid
Life is already insipid. And it just gets insipider when all you do all afternoon is listen to music , write a few sentences for your papers, just gawk at it, and then find yourself indefinitely stuck there.
Time
If God would give more of something, he’d add 10 hours to my day. I didn’t sleep last night, and God only knows if someone needs more time to sleep than anyone else in the world, that would be me.
Dork
The library’s a big dork-machine run by dork-minded dorks. I just could not imagine how this place exists in monstrous dorkness…
Trend
That’s something I like about Twitter. A popular name appears on the trending topics, you easily get news on who’s just died.
July 2009
16 posts
I Am Weasel
Honestly, I kind of hate weaselries. If there is something I am somewhat most annoyed at, it’d be weasel words and weasel phrases. Do you, by any chance, kind of hate it too?
Neurotic
Why do people always kick a fuss about people who died? “Really, Michael Jackson died? When? Oh, I must download his albums on iTunes.” “Cory Aquino died of cardiac arrest, honestly? Oh, poor lady.” Why not just grieve for, say, one of my brains cells that just died? And why on Earth won’t this qualify for the headline? Don’t mind it, I think like this maybe because my neurons are probably...
Poor Soul
I have not slept for the night. And I promised Organic Chem classmate I’ll tutor her our topics at 9. And I still need to brush up my Español today. Poor soul, me.
Frame
What’s not good in the morning is waking up to the fact that you’ve stayed up all night just watching a movie online that took a decade per frame to download.
Remote
The rain is so heavy and doing much beyond the usual drip-drip on the roof that I couldn’t sleep. I wish I own a Nature remote control so I can just shush anything whenever I like. I’d just push that little red button right there on the bottom left, and everything will just go silent just as I wanted.
Hoot!
Finding yourself watching a movie in the wee hours sometimes makes you figure out that even owls snooze at night.
Master
My tai chi class could have been perfect. Teacher is okay. Tai chi itself is okay. I just hate how annoying classmates 1 and 2 don’t get the bottom of the forms, the concept behind which is so simple a three-year-old could master it in six days.
Huh?
I never believed in love at first sight. But crush at first sight? Believe me, it’s true, it comes about. It happened to me.
Glance
In my speech class, teacher Jonnah posed the already done-to-death question of “What is love?” Okay, the topic was so dry you could spit on it, but it let me brood over it really. My definition of love always changes, and I guess it also does for everybody else. I think love is how you caught your crush glance at you in class and you just couldn’t get over it. I think I’m in love.
Amiss
There has to be something amiss. The place is too cold that even my insides have already iced up now. I suspect the UP library staffs have a skin of rock.
Plurals
Ancient times, you had one TV, one telephone, one car, one handheld phone, one computer, you were already rich. Now, if somebody’s rich now, he should have everything in plurals.