I just remembered this...

Cinderella: One day, I was talking to my father.
Good morning Papa!
Father: Good morning Cinderella!
Cinderella: I want to go to the party tonight, Papa!
Father: You cannot go to the party, Cinderella.
There is thunder and lightning all over the place!
Cinderella: I got so angry with my father. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and stabbed,
and stabbed and stabbed him. Sisisisisisisix times. And he lay dead. Then I went
outside!
Good morning, me doggy!
Doggy: Good morning Cinderella!
Cinderella: I want to go to the party tonight, me doggy!
Father: You cannot go to the party, Cinderella.
There is thunder and lightning all over the place!
Cinderella: I got so angry with me doggy. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and stabbed,
and stabbed and stabbed him. Sisisisisisisix times. And he lay dead. Then I went to
my room! I saw my reflection.
Good morning, Cinderella!
Reflection: Good morning, Cinderella!
Cinderell: I want to go to the party tonight, Cinderella!
Reflection: You cannot go to the party, Cinderella.
There is thunder and lightning all over the place!
Cinderella: I got so angry with my reflection. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and
stabbed, and stabbed and stabbed me. Sisisisisisix times. And I lay dead.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY: Always study for impending exams.



I was looking at some photos on my Friendster account and I remembered this poem I quickly made. I broke the lines up to serve as captions for the pictures I posted...

i'll fall, the brightest star
never to touch heaven's ceiling again
earth's bosom shall welcome me
to shed light to those with closed eyes
closed ears and closed heart
never again shall i see
the pantheon that once held me
but i shall deal with my misfortunes
and turn gloomy nights
into the gayest of days
until nothing will become of me
not remembered
not held close
not one will care
for good deeds will go unremembered
and evil ones carved in jade
it shall stay til earth crumbles
yet sense deserts me
and washes the glory away
be humble


This blog was supposed to be in last Friday, but things don't always go as planned...

Friday was an ordinary day. Yay! I was to meet with my mom! It will be the first time I will be seeing her after a month. I miss home. BUt I couldn't meet her for lunch. Schedule. Don't ask.

While I was having a sumptuous carbonara at the GAB, we were talking about the Math departmental exam that was supposed to take place later that day. Yes, after a few days of postponing, it's finally here.

We were all so eager. We were at the appointed venue way before the schedule. On the way there, I saw my old friend! Well, she saw me. Was this an omen? We chatted a bit, and then we huged for goodbye and good luck. Gosh. I miss her. The last time I talked to her was last Independence day.

5:30 came, but still no Herbie. After a few minutes, he showed up wearing this sinister grin. What has he got hidden under his necktied short-sleeved shirt? Hmmm...

We went inside the room, thinking that we could choose any seat we wanted. He shooed us out and made us line up according to height! What logic...

Then the seating arrangement. Yes, I was seated beside my most favorite person (for background info, read previous blog). Goodness.

Anyway, as the test go on, I realized that what was in front of me was what I expected: really hard stuff. Ouch. It was my first Math exam and I was still testing the waters.

As two hours flew past, I was already anticipating Herbie calling the test over. But no! We extended. Wow. How generous of him. After 30 minutes of extension time, it was still apparent that nobody wanted to be the first to pass his/her papers. Oh well. BUt after a few minutes, some souls really got sick of numbers enough to leave. After a total of 45 minutes of extension time, we were already wondering why we were extending so much! So some of us asked. Until sawa, our beloved teacher declared. After that he added "5 more minutes." So much for camping out and sleeping over at UP. That 5 minutes stretched into another 15 minutes! I was so hungry by this time, and my head was throbbing. Ugh.

We started 5:45 and ended at 8:45. I got out of UP by 9. My mom was waiting for me for more than three hours! Oh no. We (my room mates and I) ruched to Robinson's and we found her. She treated us to dinner while we chatted, no, screamed about that exam.

Oh well. To Hell with numbers. And H*****.

I slept peacefully that night even though that stupid test wouldn't get out of my mind. It was my bitter lullabye. I slept till past noon of the next day! THen I decided to get up and meet with my mom. She was going back home that afternoon. So sad. Oh well, we'll still see each other someday.

It was still to early to go home so I decided to catch a movie. I decided to watch Superman Returns because I haven't seen it still! I fell in love with the movie! Need I say more?

Then I bought a book--Interview with the Vampire. I've almost finished the witches and now I'm starting with the vampires.

Good read, even though I have an exam 2 days after. I still haven't opened my notebook.

Today was an exciting day. This was the day I'll be witnessing my first whole UAAP game. In the court! I was so excited! The game was between UP and Ateneo, a game between two old rivals. Academic and all else. During the first part of the game, I was still shy to cheer aloud but as the game progressed, I fould myslef standing, shouting, and clapping! I was so involved! NO wonder some people get addicted to this! It was so much fun!

Ateneo was leading. Ugh. But there is still hope. We can win this. But sometime during the fourth quarter, Marvin Cruz (a great UP player) graduated! Oh no! Many evil things happened and we lost the game. Did I say we? I am part of UP, you know. I won't dwell on the loss part, but the game was very good! It was worth every penny. I can't wait til the next game.

My gosh. I have an exam in a few hours and I'm still typing this blog. Gotta go...

College is different. It means stepping out of your comfort zone, even a little, and exploring the world around you. It is the doorway of the real world. Life bites harder. Reality sucks more... But it has its compensations. It's not all about pain and hardships, maybe. I don't know. I haven't been though it yet. But I'm hoping. It's not bad to wait for a whole silver cloud to come by, right?

I don't know, but I think I have to exert more effort. Duh. It seems that everyone is a formidable foe, but the only one I have to compete with is me. I feel so inferior . I belong in a class where everyone is the best. Well, in a way. I'm not one of the few leaders anymore. I'm not one of the shiniest stars. I'm one of the many. But one thing is for sure. I'm still one of the loudest voices. I think I'm having a slight Inferiority Complex! Oh no! But I think it's all in my mind. Once I get over this hump in my life I can move on faster. But how long will it take me to recover? How many quizzes do I have to fail (I've failed two so far...)? How much thinking will I have to do?

Help! I'm stuck. Wow. In a few hours I'll be taking the Math 17 Departmental Exam and I'm still typing this long overdue essay. I have to restrain myself more! But I feel the need to type more. To say more.

Life in Manila is different. No fresh air, that's one thing! The cost of living is so high! But if one knows how to look, one can get by without spending too much.

Living away from home is not a very new experience for me. But before I can get to go home every weekend! Here, now, my weekends are dull. Nothing but cup noodles, TV, and a little mall on the side. Ugh. Such a monotony. BUt one has to endure such petty things in pursuit of greater stuff. One has to let go of the comforts of home.

I miss speaking my own language. The nuances of the Tagalog language are now rubbing on me! I almost sound like them! I even prolong my vowels now! Oh my. Short are the times when I can talk my native language--phonecalls with my parents, and short encounters with my old friends! How would you feel if you were the only one in your "island" (Visayas)? Sometimes I feel so alone. I'm not with the people I'm used to. I'm not with the people who are used to me. I'm not with the ones I love most. I'm not with my friends nor my family. But what am I saying? I'm now making friends. I've come to trust a few of them. I just have to think that life goes on. But I shall never forget the ones I've come to love and respect before. Duh. What kind of a friend would I be if I were to forget their middle names?

Speaking of friends, one has to get used to room mates. I have to get used to everyone's peculiarities (I make it sound like a disease but I mean no offense). BUt having someone you can talk to is fun and rewarding. It keeps my mind away from my being alone. And I have some who I can talk about other people with. And speaking of talking about other people, I have been doing about that a lot lately. Isn't it a bad thing to do? But doesn't it speak about the value I give to certain people? Is my reasoning perverted? Am I just giving an excuse for doing something frowned upon by society?

I and my room mates talk about certain people very often. One in particular is very interesting. I can't describe this certain person. This person seems too...lively. So involved. So inquisitive (but most questions are nonsensical). So energetic! But once I was aked by by this person (with a hint of sarcasm), "Saang lupalop ka ng Pilipinas galing?" What? I related this to my room mates and we all gave the same reaction. Ang yabang niya! Just because we were not from Metro Manila and other neighboring places doesn't mean that we can be treated as minorities or worse, aliens! But I just extended my patience and smiled and I even entertained this person for a few minutes. But a few days after this same person told me ( in a loud voice, in front of the class) that I was like a comic book character. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? But talk about rude!

I have to end this! I have to sleep! So in conclusion, my life right now causes me confusion. Does that sound right? Anyway. I have to find the right place for me in order to get by. Pray for me!