of redunduncies

This past enrollment has been such a roller coaster.

I'd really rather not go into details, so the short story is, I am no longer a Computer Science student. I am now a Mining Engineering major.

Heh.

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Because of things related to my shifting to BSEM, I was unable to get my Form5A until half an hour before the first day of late registration ended. Which, basically, meant nothing more than that I was unable to enlist in the subjects that i needed. So I had to rely on prerog to get myself enough units to enroll. Prerog, which is short for Teacher's Prerogative, is just as it's name implies-- my being accepted to a class is the teacher's prerogative.

I was able to prerog for a geol and a chem class, but not for the math class that I needed. Oh well. there's still the summer, I suppose.

So anyways, I also needed to prerog for a cwts2 class, because I didn't want to wait until next year to finish it. So I went to QCMC, to wait there for whoever it was that I needed to ask to give me permission to enlist in the class. Guess who arrives as I was waiting? Theta. And guess who sits beside me? Theta. I was screaming and jumping up and down in my head. Damn.

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of hoping

Lasing ka nanaman kagabi. Napansin mo ba, na nung dumating ka, kaming tatlo ay nagkandado sa kwarto? Napansin mo ba, na nang umupo ka sa mesa, kahit hindi pa talaga ako tapos kumain noon, umalis na ako? Napansin mo ba na iniiwasan ka namin? Napansin mo ba hindi kami umalis ng kwarto hangga't hindi ka nakakatulog?

Sana magbago ka. Kung hindi para sa'yo, para sa mga anak mo. O sa asawa mo na lang, kung ayaw mo sa'min.

of things hateful and unpleasant

The things I hate

I hate that I don't want to go to sleep because I don't want to have to wake up the following day because I feel that said day would be just as pointless and useless as all the others preceding it.

I hate that I hate going to class because I actually do like learning, and these feelings are distracting me from that.

I hate that I hate going home almost as much as I do going to class, because going home is supposed to be something you look forward to at the end of the day, not dread.

I hate that my mother thinks I'm a cynic, and that she's probably right, because it's not fun to have thought up a lot of reasons why something is wrong before coming up with one thing saying it's right.

I hate that I think that the best conversations I've ever had was with my cat.

I hate that I'm looking for love in all the wrong places, and continuing to do so even knowing that.

I hate that I'm hating these things, instead of doing something to change the situation.

I hate that I don't care.





So open up the book that you keep deep inside
Let the pages yellow in the sun
Show them that you're not afraid to let them see
How far you can be From home

Why you gotta be so mean to me
Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see
You know I don't listen good and I'm always in need
So why you gotta be so fucking mean to me

of souls stolen

Erm. Pictures of me taken by my cousin during their visit a few months back. In case it wasn't too obvious, I didn't want her taking my pix. =P . I wasn't that I was being mean or masungit or nag-feefeeling or whatever, I just really do not particularly feel comfortable having to pose for my picture unless it's with a group or because I absolutely need to. =P

of things random and unnecessary

When I was little, I used to have this fear - I used to be paranoid every time we went out to the mall or wherever, because I'd always think that that would be when and where my parents would finally abandon me. This didn't totally leave me until I was in grade 5 or so I think. =P

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My sister and I went to Divisoria this afternoon, where we got, among other things, this ubercool flashlight. It doesn't need batteries, and doesn't have lightbulbs at all! It's mechanically-powered -- you just sort of squeeze (?) this thing, and it lights up. Cool, eh?

I wasn't quite convinced it had no hidden batteries that were tricking us into believing it was totally mechanically-powered, so I left it on until it 'ran out'. After that, I 'powered' it for exactly five seconds, then left it on again; my intention was to measure the time it would take for it to run out. After two hours, I gave up. =P

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