Maya's rantings

Grar. So, I took a Computer Science CWTS this sem. Last year, they taught computer at a public school, and I thought that is fine, so I joined.

And Fuck. I mean, fuck.

This year, they decided to change the module so we're required to make a project to help spread computer literacy. We can teach, we can make a program, blahblah, depends on us. We'll take care of the funding (we can only donate up to 30% of our project's budget, but the remaining 70% has to be from a fund-raising event or a sponsorship, most likely from a local candidate). Isn't that what the Econ/BA CWTS is all about? In our CWTS, it's just a PART of the whole thing. We're going to fucking lobby on fucking politicians.

We have to find our own site that needs help with computer literacy, too.

Guess whose house is fuckimg nearest the fucking school.

Next time my groupmates ask where I live, I'm telling a lie.

So anyway, since I am the one nearest the school, they are asking me to survey the local public high school's computer program. Can you imagine me talking to a principal/high official?

I'm screwed.

For the meantime, I'll keep playing Sorority life in Facebook.

**Can I drop this thing and come out with an unscathed scholarship? I seriously want to drop this stupid subject.

Giselle and I went to SM North yesterday, and I bought a book - Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman. I've always liked Stephen King (especially after 'It'), and I was choosing what to buy - Smoke and Mirrors or Green Mile by Stephen King. I've already read a lot of Stephen King, so I chose to buy SaM.

And it was a good choice. Not to say that Neil Gaiman is better than Stephen King (I'm still thinking about this one), but his writing style is definitely different. Fine, he is on fantasy while Stephen King is on horror, but his stories can get creepy, and a story in his book actually creeped me out more than any Stephen King book did, although it wasn't scary at all.

Stephen King is for more mature audiences. I tend to block out the gory details when I read a story, and I blocked more from Stephen King than Neil Gaiman. And there are more vulgarities with Stephen King (both in language and, ehem, actions). I've also read 'Anansi boys' by Neil Galman before, courtesy of Yssa, and well, it's cleaner and more innocent, compared to most Stephen King I've read. Smoke and Mirror's snow white version was also a bit vulgar and gory, fine, but it doesn't beat Bag of Bones's vulgarity. And Neil Gaiman is not really on the gory side, so he cannot beat Stephen King's gore.

I think it sums up that Neil Gaiman is scary in his own discreet way, while Stephen King makes it straight and direct to the point, so it makes you prepare of what will come. Neil Gaiman doesn't, and in his story it isn't supposed to, but it's so dark it's creepy.

Oh, what a useless post. (>_<)

Oh my God <3

I missed reviews, I missed making fanfics, I missed all this. And I didn't want to admit it.

Oh my God... I am so happy! So many reviews.... <3<3<3

Can barely raise my arms above my head. Why is it that you can only feel the impact of, um, heavy workout or something, a day later? Been practicing the rolls yesterday and this morning. I can do the forward rolls a bit already (it's the easiest). David's been teaching me, and he promised to teach me the cartwheel, but he can't do the backward roll either. Needs help.

So... life was meant to be good. I got a comfortable schedule (7-9, 10-11:30), I got the subjects I want (CW10, Jiujitsu), in a comfortable time and comfortable classroom, and I got new friends already in both subjects. And I met my CW10 teacher, and damn, I like the way she teaches! It's like, perfect~~~! Well, except for the fact that there are only 9 of us, and the minimum is 10. We were already comfortable with only having 9 of us in a class - that would mean more concentrated workshops, more feedbacks... etc... But we just had to be dissolved.

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I can't stay put with just one blog, good thing I didn't close this thing yet. So, yeah, I'm back. I just can't afford to waste the mood thingies pictures that I uploaded just for the sake of this LJ. T_T

So... today is the first day of the summer sem, and I came to school for nothing. Our CW10 teacher isn't going to school until the 16th [well, at least we got thee readings... but still...], and my PE teacher didn't show up. And Philip didn't show up in Casaa. Grr. So, when I went home, I checked my grades, only to find out that my programming major was 1.25. F***, not my EEE majors. Grr. And it was pretty far from 1.00, too [90+?]. Not when I did my best on that thing.

Beh. And it's super duper hot, too. Good thing there are always fanfics on the net <3.

Oh, and there's this funny thing. I roused everyone to a panic last night when I couldn't find my phone. Guess where they found it? Inside my desk drawer. LOLS.

And since blogger is not working in the school library (they probably blocked it (>_<)), I'm updating my LJ! 

I'm cramming my Filipino book report. Imagine this - cramming 402 pages of deep tagalog Ibong Mandaragit in 3 days 2 nights! Hah! Of course it was crappy reading, but at least I got the feel of the story. So, there.

I've been itching to post this in my blog since weeks ago. Bang has a theory about emo people. She said that it was just something invented since guys started to get drama kings. (Contrary to the macho image oh so ideal in society) LOLZ.

So, goodbye, again .... >_<

I'm mentally and emotionally exhausted and frustrated. And in times like these, my reflex is to laugh. So, yeah, I acted like one crazy ass. Oh... STR, I <3 U.

In the height of my mental and emotional confusion, I passed by Sir Martin teaching his Asian History class of second years (read: lower years), and wow, did I reminisce. I remember the first year days where we get numerous long breaks without any pay off of very exhausting work. We are still busy for ordinary 1st years, but hey, we've got time to idle around empty classrooms and watch yellow petals from the narra tree fall during January, which made up an autumn-like feel in the campus. We also got time to play piko, or stop by at Ate Tin and play scrabble (where I always win!) and chess (where I always lose!). Hey, we even got time to be given a few solo minutes at Y!Speak - all of Topaz did. I remembered our failed Art project, wherein the human frame from wire that we did looked nothing close to being human. I remembered playing patintero in the heat of the afternoon sun, where, well, I was no good - I always got taya-ed. I remember days of pin soccer at the girl's dorm annex.

I remembered Sir Martz, too, and our Asian history class when we were in 2nd year. I admit the first thing that came into my mind was the WOTE incident. Boy, was it silent! But then, time heals everything, and I looked at it without any ill feelings whatsoever. I remembered the times when Sir Martz would speak about Asian History - The secret meaning of the burning torch in China's emperor's castle; what gohan meant; Alexander the Great's secrets, which I willingly shared with my cousin who couldn't believe me, and asked her own teacher about it, who scolded her; and, well, WOTE moments with adelfa, where we did the cards in a McDo restaurant while eating fries so we don't get kicked out; cramming in the front lobby Sunday before submission, and... loads of memories, to cut it short.

To be frank, not much lot of third year memories. Third year was fast, too, I guess, as we get a glimpse of what kind of hell STR is. But then, I can remember our long walk from Benjo's house to the MRT station, our vanity in taking pics while on the way. I remember the MRT ride itself, where all people were staring at us while we were chatting noisily (the only noises were from us!). I remember my Kikay, my dear role of Kikay, where I shamelessly acted what I was supposed to act.

Fourth year memories? Still too early to start reminiscing, but I get the feel that when I grow older, my strongest memory of fourth year would be freaking STR. STR and all the STRess it brings, all the shit it gets out of me, how it pulled all my other grades down. I wish not, seeing how nice my lower-year memories were. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic right now, because maybe when I get to see the lighter mode of things, I can remember the trip to UPLB, the nice scenes, the trek (where mama was freaking out :P). But I'm in no mood to remember all those stuff this time.

GAH.

I love STR.

I still do.

This day is so fucking memorable. First off was the encounter this morning. I so wanted to suddenly diffuse during STR. And Yssa laughed so fucking hard. I shouldn't have told her T__T. Everyone in the house is damn worried when I arrived home past 7. I mean, what?!?!?! T__T My grandma was crying out of worry and my mother, my cousin, and my brother were waiting for me at the subdivision gate. @#&(&@#*%&. That is so overacting.

Looking at the brighter side of the day, I'm in top 50 post-review UPCAT simulation. Well, I did not really find that very happy, since a lot of people did not take it seriously. And it's the same damn test. Anyway, I got 23/30 in the Math perio. (+ 23% in my grade. yay!) I also got 29/35 in the Physics perio! This is so FUN!

Day is happy, even if it is mortifying.

And yes, I am STILL mortified. I SO WANT TO DISSOLVE/DISPERSE/DIFFUSE IN THE AIR.

The helicopters are already circling around. I wonder why, since SONA is still at 4pm and it's still 8:40 am. I want to go to the Topaz outing, but I guess I'll pass, since I don't know what will happen later during the SONA (Rallies, blah). GUUH.

So, anyway, last night/ this morning I was playing here. No, it's not a multiplayer blah like Ragnarok. I don't play those stuff. I'm rather boring. T__T So, yeah. There. Check it out.

I'm scarred.

Traumatised, even.

For life.

The world is full of evil people.

Beware. Seriously

*is preparing her bitch slaps*

I have this thing called 'writer's block'. I hate it. I've been giving out shit for essays in English and Social Science. I can't even write fanfics.
So, in desperation to end this misery, I wrote flowery entries. I tried using grand words for entries, but really, those were just products of cramming 100+ pages of Iliad in two days. The entries were pretty shitty, too.
A writer's block is mean. It kills your stories' characters. It's a criminal. Hate it.

Here, rain pours. It trickles down the roofs, rocking everyone to a soft lullaby. Here, rain pours. The temperature drops down, sending a relef after a warm day, inviting everyone to the bed's comfort. Here, rain pours. Here, relief comes.

Here, I sit, listening. Here, I sit, sighing. Here, I sit, wishing.

Rain is good.

Oh, yeah, I made a Multiply account. Add me up, nya?

Mae wants to run as fast as she could, away from the battle she has grown weary to. If only she could leave this world and go to a place where suffering exists not! She wanted to fly; to flap her wings hard until she reaches the highest of the clouds. And there, maybe, she could curl like a fetus in her mother's womb, safe from the demands of the outside world.

But no, Mae is human, a human without wings. She cannot escape to the soft comfort of the clouds above, for she belongs here, below, far from the grandeur and comfort of staying high above the sky. Here, she belongs, without much of a choice but to submit to the demands of society. No choice but to accept and do what is expected. Maybe, too, excel.

But right now, in the state of denial, in the state of refusing everything but sweet idleness, she stands hardheaded, demanding to leave and rest now. In sleep she wants to submit, in bed she wants to lay. Her eyelid wants to submit to gravity.

In short: I'M TIRED OF REQUIREMENTS! (Damn, it's just the first quarter, man!)

There is this Theorem written at the board. See if you can find anything wrong with it. ^__^

Theorem 4 = 5

-20 = -20
16 - 36 = 25 - 45
4^2 - 36 = 5^2 - 45
4^2 - 36 + 81/4= 5^2 - 45 + 81/4
(4 - 9/2)^2 = (5 - 9/2)^2
4 - 9/2 = 5 - 9/2
4 = 5

(1) It started with trying to catch a Quezon Ave. Hi-Way jeep and not finding one, so I had to ride a jeep to Philcoa, and ride another to school. Then, there was this damn big tangled traffic jam at Commonwealth. I don't really understand why the hell there are always traffic jams at Commonwealth. It is 4-5 lanes wide, for Pete's sake! So, I was late for the flag ceremony.

(2)Then, our group got the killer question at English, and I'm one of the presenters. Well, Richard is presenting it with me, but damn.

(3)At least I got a 21 at Physics. But technically, I still got 9 mistakes even if the denominator is only 25. So, still damn.

(4)Then, I frigging forgot to get the math homework questions a while ago. I have TC7, not TCWAG6. So, yes, another damn.

(5)And yes, for tomorrow, I still don't have a frigging idea on how to do the VisComm. Creative juices, drown me!

(6)And it all ends with the phone being disconnected. This means I CAN'T FRIGGING SURF THE NET, MAN. Of course, by the time I post this, the internet connection's back. This post was typed on 3:45 PM 6/18/07.

EDITED: Internet connection's back at 8pm ^__^

There was a cult at school a while ago.

A lot of people wore black. Last week, it was white.

Hmmm.... color coding, huh?

#1

So, I was in the girls' comfort room. I saw this girl looking at the mirror who looked like my classmate. "Hello!" I chirped a friendly greeting. To my surprise, it wasn't a classmate, but a sophomore. So we talked. It's not really embarassing, seeing she's a friendly girl, but to say "hello" to someone you didn't know AND is unfriendly would be, like, embarassing and scary. Luckily for me, she is friendly and approachable.

I made a new acquaintance. :D

#2

Well, nothing big really, except just a while ago, it was raining really hard in our part of the city. Our subdivision is at a lower part (as in LOW) of the city. So, when there is hard rain, all water fall on our place. So, yeah, my feet (with socks and shoes on) got wet. I was dripping wet when I arrived, so I just went ahead and had a shower.

Err. gross. But REALLY COOL! I'm happy to get wet in the rain.

I'm in IV-Graviton!!! [Is that an advanced programming section, nya?]

Who else is a Graviton, nya??