End It with a Bang…and a Wet Shirt: December 2012

Huzzah, I am not yet dead!

I’m sooooo sorry this took so long. I’m slowly but surely emphasis on the slowly trying to write all the things that have happened in the past year and a half, while keeping track of the current stuff. I have no excuse. It’s spring break over here (Hear! Hear! Filipino student on spring break? You probably already have an idea of what one of the future posts will be about.). And I’m working. Oops, so much for no excuses.

Either way, if you’re still sure you want to see what madness my classmates and I have been up to, read on below! Continue reading

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Waking Nightmares

Recently, you asked whether I had nightmares. Frequent and recurring nightmares. I wanted to shake my head and smile, but we would both know I was lying.

You’re just that type of person. That good a friend.

So instead, I asked why. I asked what it was for. I asked away in hopes that you would be deterred and not ask. Because if you kept asking, I would eventually say it. I would eventually tell you. And I didn’t want to. I really didn’t want to. To tell you would have meant showing you the side of me that I tried to bury beneath layers upon layers of raucous laughter and playful violence, of cheerful banter and halfhearted insults.

Even though I always declared, “It’s fine. I’m like that too, yanno,” nobody seemed to take me seriously. I don’t think there ever was a reason for you see it firsthand. I’m glad you didn’t.

I don’t even want to admit it to myself. I don’t even want to acknowledge it.

But it’s there. Resisting all efforts of concealment and extermination. After years of trying to do away with it, it’s still there, mocking as ever. Making me more vulnerable than I already was.

I didn’t like it. I still don’t like it. Continue reading

Queues, Tons of Walking, and a Dash of Life Saving Teamwork

Back to school time for us. The second semester actually started just this Thursday, with enrollment starting on the Monday before that. Which naturally meant long lines for class enlistment, and even longer lines for payment of fees. And let’s not forget the Hunger Games-esque scenes that always seem to happen around the areas of Math, Science, and Technology (MST) subjects.

Before anything else, I would just like to say that, without any kind of higher priority, enlisting MSTs is a witch with a nectar-loving, striped insect. Supersized. Continue reading

Awesome Forever Classmates Moments 001

So I said I wouldn’t be able to post until hell week ended, and here I am, typing a second entry not twenty-four hours afterward. Maybe if I say that more often, I’d finally be able to post in time to meet certain fanfiction deadlines. But today gave us (or me, at least) such an emotional work out that it would be a crime not to share it. The happier parts, I mean. Unless you’re particularly fond of schadenfreude, in which case it’s a pleasure to provide you with moments of my torment I think.

Today was a roller coaster of emotions, lots of  highs, lows, and the occasional okay, maybe omnipresent loopy moments. And they were all with these people who, in the course of two and a half semesters, have become a very precious part of my life. Continue reading

Eargasm-Inducing Mid-Hell Week Post

I know it may seem like I’ve died, but I haven’t, really. Or at least not yet bloody exams. I haven’t written for the longest time, but I am now back to test the limits of your sanity. Don’t worry though; the past weeks have been relatively insane even for my standards. Just the usual hanging out with awesome classmates, papers, school, and reviewing like mad — a typical student’s menu.

I have to say though. I missed this yes I know, Im a sap and I abso-bloody-lutely miss this thing people call rest. The latter part of yesterday and today were our respite from days and weeks of papers, informant work, reports, haggardness, and stress. Tomorrow, people from our last class of the day have planned for us to go goof off at a nearby mall.

Things will pick up again next week though, as this semester is nearing its end. Deadlines, exams, papers, reports, even more exams and papers would be prowling the corners of incoming weeks. “Hell week” really does live up to its name. For those interested, I’ll hopefully be able to post the next set of chapters of the fanfics I’ve started posting here. I promise to post something interesting too. I think the tons of farewell parties might give me interesting material to write about. So until the, I’ll leave you with one of the things that keeps us from becoming part of the impending zombie apocalypse. I have to warn you: It’s kind of addictive, so make sure you have time to keep repeating the video to your hearts’ and ears’ content 😉

The Beginning [ONE OK ROCK]

Rurounin Kenshin Live Action OST

Just tell me why baby they might call me crazy 
For saying I’d fight until there is no more
愁いを含んだ選考眼光は感覚的衝動くらいね 
I can’t see the end so where do I begin 

Translation:
Just tell me why baby
They might call me crazy
For saying I’d fight until there is no more
The selecting glint in your eye that holds sadness is nearly a sense of urge, right?
Blinded, I can’t see the end
So where do I begin?

Post One Week “Vacation”

A new school week full of make up classes, food trips, lessons, and insanity. Throw in a plateful of lobby-made because it wasn’t exactly homemade since we made it in the middle of the second floor lobby kimbap, topoki, and an unidentifiable spicy pancit LOL I kid jap chae, free food, four hours of Alternative Classroom Learning Experience which I utterly regret not being able to attend, fantasizing about said ACLE, peppered conversations with my best friend, and the typical dose of insanity with my awesome forever classmates because we have no official block but stick together for majors anyway, and you get a week and a half of my first semester sophomore college life, one week after our “vacation” due to the torrential rains of the Southwest Monsoon.

The Alternative Classroom Learning Experience (ACLE) is always really something to look forward to. But seriously, I’m starting to notice a trend. My participation in school activities is always, without fail, next to nonexistent during the first semester of any year, in any school, during whatever level of education. No matter what the activity is. It was really too bad we had to make progress with our research paper sometime this week (the other groups have already started with their second language variety or are nearly done with their first, while we still face the problems of a practically nonexistent member and our main language consultant returning to her province and not knowing when she’ll come back. Ergo, we haven’t even gotten to half of our first language variety. If you’re wondering, yes, I’m panicking.)

I mean really. I was having a hard time deciding what to attend, and then I ended up not being able to go because we recorded for said paper. My choices were, among others, Tai Chi, Furoshiki Workshop (that’s the art of traditional Japanese cloth wrapping), Exorcism: Can This Happen to You?, Forensic Anthropology and Human Rights, Parkour Demo + Workshop, Kick and Flip Capoeira, Aikido, Forensic Science, Arms Training (probably what I would have attended had I gone), and Ethical Hacking.

Awesome, yeah?

I wasn’t able to attend and am now on the brink of having a childish tantrum about it and nothing in particular…they’re right, PMSing women are scary! so I’m having a typical conversation with my best friend whilst we study for our first thing at seven in the bloody morning exam. No Pottermore too, since we set up a sort of curfew at one in the morning for when we have classes the following day. Usually.

Here’s a snippet of our conversation. It’s one of the…saner parts of the conversation, I think. I leave it to you to judge who said what how.

And yes, I know. We’re absolutely mental.

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“My brain has turned into the consistency of porridge. Fancy a helping?”

“That’s revolting XD”

“It is. A pinch or whole fistful of cinnamon might make it somewhat tolerable.”

“I rather like keeping my dinner where it is now.”

“Not even with chocolate chips?”

“Nope.”

“Darn. And here I thought I’d be able to give you a piece of my mind.”

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