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     I have this little notebook that I write on whenever I feel the urge to write a blog entry but don’t have a computer in the vicinity. Eventually, I end up forgetting to post the entry on the net, and since I don’t put dates on it, it looks like something out of a ripped book.

     Anyway, here are a few excerpts that I find worthy to be posted, even though the posting is a bit delayed.

     Enrollment 2nd sem 2005

    - It is a testimony to the vastness of people waiting for slots for ES11, that for the around 50 people in that corridor, I didn’t recognize a single face.

     Dunno when but I think somebody made a comment that I was too judgmental

     - I’m not shallow, on the contrary, I’m open to most ideas even though some are taboo. I think people think that when I say yuck, I’m actually disgusted, well, they’ll realize someday that it’s an expression, once they hear it often enough.

      Nakalimutan ko na kung tungkol saan to pero it seems sad

     - Ayan nanaman ang inferiority complex ko. Bakit kasi ganun? What else do I have to do?

     Ah ito funny to sa mga nakakaalam kung sino si Greater Love

     - "May nagseselos!" Hahaha quoted from the tambayan. In fairness natawa ako nung sinabi to.

                     Dito papasok ang 2nd part ng entry ko.

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2nd part

     Ayan 3rd day pa lang ng walang pasok, at 3 days pa lang ako nakakatambay with my childhood friends. in fairness ang tagal ko na silang di nakikita, busy kasi sa org. Anyway quality time ulet, wala talagang tatalo sa friendship na nagumpisa nung kami’y 4 yrs old pa lang.

     As I said 3rd day pa lang, sa tagal kong di nakatambay, meron nang addition sa tropa, mga new guys na di ko masyadong kilala. And here I was thinking na kilala na ko ng childhood friends ko. Di pala.    

    People have always mistaken my friendship with the opposite sex as a cause of some sort of attraction, I can’t say I don’t expect this every time I enter a new circle of friends or meet new people.

     People have either mistaken me for a tomboy or for a slut because of that. And I’ve since ignored the piercing looks and padinigs, especially if crush ng bayan yung tropa ko.

     I’ve always enjoyed the company of boys more than I do girls. Boys are less maarte and easier to please, enjoy pa pag kasama, especially when it comes to gimmicks, games, jokes or just simply hanging out, whilst girls are good companions for kikay and serious stuff like boy watching, shopping, studying and problem sharing.

     Annoying as it is, I do so enjoy it when I see the look on people’s faces when they realize that they are Oh so wrong!

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     haay tapos na eng’g week, simbang gabi na at bakasyon na. Bum mode ulit. Buhay baboy and everything else.

     May mahaba akong entry regarding eng’g week kaso di pa tapos. Haaay nasa word pa, tinitignan ko pa kugn pano ie-end. Kaso I felt like I should put up an entry so that it won’t look like I thought too much about the long entry. After all I just want a bit of documentation, so that when I read this in the furture, I could laugh about how stupid I was.

     What else? Ang boring, wala man lang decelaration, ang lakas pa ng momentum ko with eng’g week tas blag, stop bigla.

    I’m soooo bored.

     Well it seems my supposed day of relaxation and sleep became a day of disaster. it all started last night a few minutes after i posted the blog entry before this.

     Enter my 24 year old siter with my neice.

    Of course I know what happens next.

    So besides cleaning the house, I have to take care of my adorable neice, rendering me unable to attend the awitan practice which was supposed to be held that Wednesday, which only, came to my knowledge after I already agreed to take care of my neice.

     *sigh so much for catching up on my chores.

     Well the neice is gone now, and I’m all alone, after giving the bottom floor a quick cleanup I started with my parent’s room, then to my room. I’m not finished yet, but I thought resting while writing a blog entry should be a good time saver.

     When I  logged on to friendster, I saw a high school friend sporting a new picture, and boy has he changed! So I looked at everyone else’s pictures, and the faces that we’re embedded in my memory some three years ago, have drastically changed.

     Most of them became more beautiful/handsome, I guess that’s what maturing and dermatological clinics do to people.

     Suddenly I get to imagining what we used to do back in high school, now, its hard to imagine those kikay/macho faces ever doing those stupid things anymore.

     It has been three years, who would’ve thought. I’ve been in UP three years, and it has been more than a year since I got together with my old high school friends. It’s as if we didn’t even meet.

     Will this happen once I graduate college?

     I see my parents now, it’s as if they don’t have friends from when they were studying.

     I remember vowing never to do that, to always stay in touch, even if my friends get sick of me.

     But now, it seems I’m on the path that my parents took when they were young.

     When was the last time I texted ____ more than just a quote?

     When was the last time I asked them out on a gimik?

     When was the last time w talked personally, or even ont he phone?

    When was teh last time we saw each other in person?

     Any answer to those two questions would have the year 2004 or less, very few with May, 2005.

     I was supposed to arrange the batch reunion, but with the hectic schedule, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that.

     It’s hard not to be too nostalgic, after all I was the resident camera brigner back in highschool, (di pa uso nun ang digicam) and as I look at the pictures, I’m wondering why I never took more. surely a measly 170 bucks for developing is worth less than memories that would be gone forever.

     i currently have about 300 nice pictures from fifth grade to fourth year high school, a few from after 4th year.

     New year’s coming, just a few seconds ago I heard a "boom", meaning my firework-freak uncle just tested one of the "bomb shells" (y’know those P500 each fireworks that go up into the air and turn into a circular shower of different colored lights) that he just bought from Bulacan yesterday. There’ll probably be about 20 this New Year plus minus a few fountains and other Chinese firecrackers.

     Will we have a Christmas party again this year like we did the last? Will we even get together for Christmas? Will they rememebr my birthday come February? Will they go on next year’s fiesta? Will I ever see them again? *Sigh, we’ll never know.

     It’s over, its finally over, I didn’t feel it until I realized that tommorow is WEdnesday. Why wednesday you say? Well tommorow is the firstw ednesday this sem that I’m actually not going to UP, considering of course that I don’t have classes on Wednesday.

     First it was, because of enrollment that I had to go to school, then it was because of the Documetnary contest hosted by the Engineering Student Council for this Year’s Engineering week.

     I didn’t realize I had an extra day, all to myself, well just until now. And I’m absolutely euphoric!

     I can finally catch up on my article assignments, my increasing study load (I have to study the lessons that I don’t get) and most especially, I can finally clean my room!

     My room is a bit uninhabitable right now, since my parents are not around, well my stuff just gets placed here and there after I’m done with it, and my mom’s not there to make me clean it up. Hehehe

     I’m currently camping out at my parent’s room, and I’m starting to mess that one up too, I’m a bit of a slob when I’m tired you see.

     Well at least tonight or tommorow, finally be able to catch that 8 hour sleep that I’ve been missing since the enrollment for the semester began, not to mention write enough articles for this month so I could at least be able to buy my friends Christmas gifts.

     Also, (yes there’s more) I’ll be able to finally give the house a once or twice over with a duster, a rag and a broom, it’s soo filthy! My sister isn’t much of a housekeeper, and I hate it when stuff’s scattered all over the house.

    The last time the lamps and the tables were dusted was the last time I dusted them, before the Documentary started, and that was more than a week ago, sheesh. And all the accesories, (figurines etc,) in the living room are soo mismatched, and my neice’s toys are all over the house, and i don’t have a brother.

    The plants don’t get watered if i don’t water them, the floor doesn’t get mopped if I don’t mop, grrr! Well at least my sister cooks dinner (at 9pm I might add), sweeps the floor (at least), and waters the plants outside the house (while the plants in the terrace are insanely thirsty), and washes the dishes (when she feels like it).

     Well I also contribute to the overall mess in the hosue, after all I can’t even clean up my own room, but tommorow all of that SHALL CHANGE! I’ll be able to clean up the house and it’ll probably stay clean, max of 2 days, and by that time, my parents would have arrived and I’ll stop being housekeeper.

     Nanay na nanay ba? Sabi nila ang sipag ko daw (pag nakikita nila kaong nagdidilig sa labas) sa loob loob ko, "hano ba sangkaterbang katamaran ang ang nasa genes ko, di ko lang talaga matiis ung dumi."

     Haay sweet rest, come to think of it, this is one of my lighter posts. To tell the truth, making that documentary drained a lot of my energy, even if I just edited it. Well there’s another reason why I’m soo happy today, but that’s all to me, lets just say there are certain things that are going my way, I’m just hoping the happiness isn’t short lived.

    Right now I’m focusing on awitan, I’m listening to the peice right now, I sure hope we win. And the person that watched the Documentary pre-judging said that we have a chance at winning that too. Now all I’ll have to worry about is the debate, which I apparently signed up for. I fall apart in debates, Ick! i hope I don’t mess that one up.

This was written around 1am December 1

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Haaay, I came home late again, today I came home, well at around 12pm, yesterday it was around 1am, the day before that I slept at a classmate’s house, and the day before that I came home at around 10pm.

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The cumulative sleep that I’ve had for this whole week starting Saturday can be counted using the fingers of my two hands. I don’t know where I’m getting the energy, but still being overly busy is a helluva lot better than brooding.

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Engineering week is only a few days away, and supposedly today’s the last day of editing for the documentary making contest hosted by the Engineering Student Council. I happen to be the editor for my org’s documentary, and that is the exact reason why I have to come home late.

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The editing time is only 7:30 – 11:30 Aside from the absurd editing schedule, I think it’s enough to say that me and my colleagues in this extremely exhausting endeavor, have encountered every possible problem there is.

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First we didn’t have the proper cable to transfer our film into digital form. I had to go to makati with Ate Katre to borrow a connector from my sister’s office mate. Afterwards, we find out that the voice over we made isn’t actually appropriate for the footage we have, so we had to start another storyboard. To top it all off, on the morning of the last day for audio file passing, the laptop that contained all the footage, including the audio crashed.

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It was Ate KAtre’s Laptop by the way. When we went to the ESC office to ask for the copy that we passed earlier so we can pre-edit the audio in time for that evening’s editing, we find out that they misplaced our footage. And now, we find ourselves, or rather, I find myself out of time to actually edit the damned thing. Well as I said, at least it distracts me.

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On a lighter note, at least nakapag bonding kami ni Ate Katre, it seems we have almost the exact same sentiments about certain subjects. And that rather scintillating discussion with her earlier was the reason why I came home late.

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When I arrived home, I figured, my globe unlimited would go to waste if I won’t forward at least one quote to all of my globe distribution list. And guess what I forwarded? I forwarded the message “Di pa ako umuuwi” a message from my sister to me, which I dunno why, but I accidentally forwarded to two distribution lists.

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People were texting me with shocked questions of “Bakit di ka pa umuuwi?” “San ka nagpunta?” etc. One orgmate even called my cel up to check on me (Aww touch) Hahahah!

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I think my brain hung there for a second, maybe I’ll need to reformat. Wouldn’t it be cool if you could just reformat your brain so you could erase everything that’s bothering you, and then you can back-up the memories you need.

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I wish it were that easy. Anyways, tomorrow is the deadliest of deadlines for Docu, it was extended because of all the technical problems that the participants are having, so I’ll have to practice what to do for tomorrow.

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Unfortunately, that isn’t the end of my torment, I still have an exam in ChE 132, for this Saturday, and I still have to practice for AWITAN, a choral singing contest, also a main event in Engineering week. It’s weird though, I’m overly tired but, it seems I don’t feel hungry, everytime somebody asks me to join them in a meal, I don’t even have the slightest feeling of hunger.

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Well, honestly, I haven’t felt like eating until earlier this evening when me Ate Katre and Argel ate together back @ teacher’s Village.

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Well if there was anything good that came out of all of this is that me and Ate Katre got to spend time together, I didn’t know that we had so much in common, and it was actually fun, as well as “educational” to talk to her. As I said, we have very similar sentiments for a certain subject.

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My eyelids are resisting the force that I am applying to keep them open, I’d probably doze off, just like I did when I slept at Ate Katre’s Room the other day to polish up my editing on her laptop. I was extremely surprised to realize that I actually fell asleep on top of the laptop. \

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And If I’m not editing on Ate KAtre’s Laptop in her house, I’d be editing on Ate Katre’s Laptop inside the Molave Dorm Study area. Hahaha, ang kapal ng mukha namin, pumapasok na lang kami basta tapos makikisaksak ng laptop dun sa study area, all for docu naman eh. But boy would I be able to breathe easier once this is finished.

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Well I gotta go, I’ll have to catch up on my singing or else I’ll sound off pitch when I do attend the Awitan practices.