grade-conscious

I went to school yesterday to get my class cards. I was a bit frustrated with some of my grades, but at least, I did it! My average was high enough to make the Program Chairperson's list, so I do hope (I really hope) that I make it!

My next goal is that next semester I can make the Dean’s List. I swear I’m going to work extra hard to receive a high grade in NSTP. Seriously. NSTP!!! It’s preposterous! Ridiculous! Completely absurd! My friends laughed at me when I told them how NSTP is taken very seriously at St. Paul. In other universities, NSTP is an either pass or fail subject, and at St. Paul, I was given a notice saying that if I didn’t exceed the average needed, they would ask me to transfer schools or shift from the course. Our professor is pretty brutal considering she makes us memorize a lot of handouts (stress on the handouts for NSTP) and marks really low during essays. But I did it! My grade from the midterms rose eight points in the finals! You can just imagine how astounded I was! Sigh! I got through it! Yey for me!

By the way, for the first time in my life, I'm being grade-conscious. Seriously, I'm becoming mature!

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UPDATE

Last night, I slept at eight pm and woke up twelve pm this noon. I'm really becoming a pig at home. Also, I bought a Sun sim card. So I'm becoming mature, and I'm conforming.

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I'm making a 100 Dreams List, and now I think I have 80-something (I left my list at the dorm). It's really fun, and it boosts your motivation. I still remember some of what's written in mine.

To ride an elephant

To visit Italy (especially Rome and Tuscany)

To finally master playing the guitar

To lose (a lot) of weight

To learn to tap dance :)

To become a published writer.

I hope even some of my dreams come true ***

we survived

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Both soaked, on a bus home
(We survived the storm! ;) )

By the way, notice the resemblance. We look alike, don't we?











Nicole and Andrea
(Ning bading and Andeng)

The Wonder Boy

Hail Rizal!

And what made me fall in love with a small person? Because small is great! (According to Nick Joaquin, it is!) Well for those of you who really know me, obviously my taste in guys is quite contradictory to the aforementioned (hehe) but seriously, I became awed by the work of Nick Joaquin called, “Rizal in Saga”. After reading the first chapter I couldn’t take my mind away from it and I actually postponed reading Harry Potter.
What makes Rizal massive? Beneath all those achievements lies a small, intensely shy boy who exceeded everyone’s expectations and made himself magnificent. Because in this universe, being small (figuratively and literally) is one of the hardest, and to be able to stretch your limitations and prove yourself to be good in the fields of science, art, medicine, and literature is really something. So for the “cute people” out there, indeed there is hope!

“Born diminutive, he made himself magnificent. If there had been no need to do so, if he had been of normal height and with normal capacities, he might have led a normal life, accepting the world as he found it and adjusting himself to it. And the nation would have lost a hero.
Heroism is the will to make yourself maxi if you are but mini. Wherever that effort be made, small is great.
Supremely did Jose Rizal make the effort.” – excerpt from “Rizal in Saga”

So to Dr. Jose Rizal, our national hero, I salute you!

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My life goes on...

I did something productive today! (I wrote and stimulated by brain cells)
Congratulations to me! ;)

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OohAve a beautiful birthdAy!oO

Ning ning bading! (my anak/lookalike!)

You're great! ;) loveyah!

Sembreak: at its finest

It has been almost two weeks since the sem break and I terribly miss our dorm. Seriously. I even miss the foul odor of the air conditioner which makes our room smell like an MMDA male urinal. I miss my room mates and I miss my bed. But there's actually something I don't miss. The food! Wahaha!!! (Manang, peace tayo!)

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Paris? no, it's actually the view from our

room's window. :)

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Tomorrow's the distribution of our class cards. I can hardly feel my toes from the tension. What if I don't make honors because of stupid NSTP? Ahhh! I think I'm going to be sick.

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My life goes on...

For the past twelve days of the sem break I have done nothing but read, watch tv, lie around, sit around, play guitar, and stare at the ceiling. Seems like a lot of things to do? Nah-uh! It may seem that way, but really, it's very little work. I am bored out of my mind, and I actually am feeling rather excited about the distribution of class cards because of the shift in mood.(from bored->tensed) My cousin's here, and we share the pains of boredom in the house. We are both very poor right now, which makes this even more distressing considering the heatwave, the brownout that just occured, and of course, the languor which doesn't really seem to go away. From time to time we do find something to do, perhaps an interesting tv show or a riot from Luis and his demands for "Marney!!!" (Barney) which we do find irritating after a while considering we now memorize the entire cd. Ahhh! Vacation's beauty: you want it when you can't have it, and when it's finally yours, you want to get rid of it.

FACTS

I just found out:

Don't buy Havaianas. They're made by children through slave labor. I swear.