I hate catching-ish a half-cold. It makes it infinitely harder to work with anything, except with a tissue.



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edit: it works!







Okay, I do not mean that point inside a black hole. Now there's a new Mae album! Yehes!

ANDANDAND! I loved that part when the twins sang "For Good" from Wicked. It's one of my favorite songs, and they sure were dressed for the part! Green (Joan) for Elphie and Pink (Jane) for Glinda. Though they sang the other's part. Basta. It was a fun night. :D

Because today (fine, yesterday) was a very foine day, I decided to write a bit. Even if my eyes scream in protest.

The day began early. I woke up at around 10. Usually, when I know that there'll be nil classes, I sleep until around 2 pm. So today was a very long no-class day indeed.

Lady Med is (1) a big event and is (2) a pain in the bee-hind. Joanne and I were assigned to do Publicity and it hurts like a when a duct tape is... er... taped on your very hairy leg then it's suddenly pulled off. So as a very responsible MSC volunteer, I rolled myself off the bed, onto the floor, and into the bathroom.

I went to lunch at BK and did I get the most expensive lunch of the week. I had a Whopper Jr. thing, fries, Coke, and a strawberry sundae.



And because the Mean Girls Block 13 Chapter are gaga over it, I tried the Butterfinger cream pie. It was so rich, I could taste the Coke and the sundae after I ate the whole thing. But this can be so expensive. When the cashier asked me to empty my wallet, I almost decided not to go through with it. So here it is in its creamy, peanutbutterry glory.



And then I decided to finally convert the posters into invitations and off I went to get them printed. Okay, I know the tarp and the mini-posters and the invitations all look alike, but hey! They're all byoo-tee-full, HAHA.

Before they were all shazzed up, I decided to get a haircut. For those who know me, I know you agree that my crowning glory isn't really glorious. At all. So Ced, this is for Y-O-U. And of course, the barber commented that my hair was so dry (yes, I know that) so I decided to go ahead with what he planned to do with moi. Okaaaay. And that entailed getting your scalp massaged, your head squeezed, your body butchered, and your face exfoliated. But it was fun. And it was very relaxing. Even if it only took quite a short time.

Then I went off to complete my outfit for Joan's debut on Saturday. Yey! I can now NOT go in body paint!

Then I finally picked up the huge 2007 Lady Med tarp (which now hangs on MSU's facade) and had it set up with the help of Ms. Metal.

And before putting up the tarp, I discovered MC's complete name. Yatta! I was sooooooooo productive today. And happy. Yes, happy. Even if I had to make additional invites. I shall eat you, Lady Med. Bwekekekekek.

Dammit.

I was late for Chem. And as expected, I was again called to blurt out the correct answer to a question as if it was my life's work. Of course, my brain was still on Sleep Mode. Our Physics prof jilted us again. Tsk tsk. I must say, the exam result pleased me so much that I decided to treat myself to TWO nights of beautiful sleep.

A day too vacant can only be spent on accomplishing things that you so don't have the heart to do. Joanne and I made a trip to our friendly neighborhood Starbucks. I was in no mood for coffee, so I tried that raspberry crap they tried to sell. Big mistake.

So 6 hours or so were spent on staring at 5 faces, trying to figure out the best way to sell these people. And when you make mistakes, you don't get off too lightly. You suffer by seeing your friend's laptop crash and end up hoping against all odds that everything will just be dandy.

As sure as (but not always) pi electrons delocalize, some just sit pretty and take all the glory without even working as hard as the others. Gosh I feel like a slave.

But there were two things that made my day. And there may even be a third!

One: I was in Rob (as in the mall) before AND after mall hours, all in one day. Haha that was kinda fun. Having the mall all to yourself (I'd like to think so but I had to share it with the working people and other people as smart as we are for them to be able to figure out how to get in before 10 in the morning and after 9 in the evening).

Two: When things turn crappy, you just have to attend a GA. Some people are just too gracious and fun to be with. They may not be mutually exclusive but I am referring to distinct individuals. They could've pointed a lot of crap in the work we did, but all they did was just to help that I was just too exhausted (and thankful) to not mind a lot of alterations at all.

And three: You were not a part of my crappy-slash-nice day. That means I can live without you. Or so I think I can.

Random Thought: I keep finding all these small cuts on my body. They may not be big enough to draw blood, but they sure sting. I can't even recall where I get these things. I may be getting them while I'm asleep. :-/







I still can't decide if this stunt was for the better. Well, the night before the supposed exam day, my roomie (freshie, bio) received a text message that their own Math 17 DepEx got postponed. He added that the whole DPSM will not be raising hell the next day. And this directive came from the Chancellor. However, seeing that both Nil and I (JF's at home) had not received the same news, I decided to forge on. I did not want myself hanging on to any false hope. I did not feel that I could take my bubble being burst in addition to such bleak a subject (in contrast to the VERY fun high school Physics I took). But alas, I ended up falling asleep on my table. Rather than risk having kinks on my back the whole of next day, I decided that I would wake up early to cram and to hell with it.

The next day came, full of promise. Promises of headache and pain, that is. But after I got through one chapter of kinematics, I received a glorious message proclaiming my (and everyone else's) freedom from the clutches of a dreadful exam. So I went back to sleep and slept for most part of the morning and a little bit of the afternoon.

So now. What do I feel about this? I get the sinking feeling that things will continue to pile up until I can no longer handle them and I'll just end up in a corner crying. And I don't think that this prediction is without basis.

Best get on with it.


Posing, Orosa-Nakpil style. (What is that light at the lower left hand corner? Is it a peevish ghost out to punish those who take their roomie's phone and shoot vanity pictures instead of studying for impending exams?)

We gorge on food. Joanne drank-slash-ate these floats all by herself. :D

*sigh*

thursday is the longest day of the week. of course i don't mean that a thursday has more than it's fair share of 24 hours per week (what day will have to suffer to compensate IF thursday did indeed had more than 24 hours?). it's the longest day because the majority of my block is subjected to a whole day of utter rubbish (or you can call them "classes") with only an hour or even less to collect your wit about you before it is once again sent to the moon.

i woke up early today in the hopes of becoming america's next top model being able to study a huge helping of bio lec. i have read and re-read all the text in it's nasty, full-of-typographical-errors glory, but i didn't realize that i was so tired until my mind left me, once again, during the middle of the quiz. i just hope i pass...

then some of us have to listen (a.k.a suffer) to the Bestfriend Anecdotes. what do i mean by this? secret. :D

then inhaling formaldehyde can be soooooo much fun! imagine, you get to stand for three hours, sweat profusely and dab away while bending over a dead cat searching for muscles that seem to be on vacation for the moment. not to mention the Fascia Fiesta on the whole thing. gah, sometimes i even tend to vent my rage on poor, unexpecting aponeuroses.

and when the moment comes, we get to FLY to the other side of the campus on empty stomachs! isn't this the cherry of a very beautiful day?

but wait, there's more!

you also get to spend the next two hours standing and sweating profusely WHILE pretending to play something that was once exciting but now has become utterly boring, all thanks to unnecessary technicalities imposed by the teacher!

then you just had to had to extend because you can't help wanting more of that beautiful subject.

then you get to spend your next class being asleep AND copying notes (like there was no tomorrow) at the same time!

okay, b*tching over. :D

i need a hug. badly.

*sigh*