Failed Me
Monday, August 18, 2008

Because multiply failed me. I think I have to say this.

I'M ADDICTED WITH JOINING DEBATE TOURNEYS!

We need to learn. Really, really, really need to learn. :((

2 solutions:
1) Coach
2) Cross-trainings

=))

Last Saturday, we joined our first debate. And...we lost by technicality. I'd like to bow down to Cara and her team tho. Their loss was the one that shall persist to be the most hurtful =))

TECH.

KNEE.

CALL.

LY.

TEA.

=))

Please, allow us to join IDeA and NAsHDC!

17:14

Agglomerate
Saturday, August 02, 2008

Okay, screw two-posts-ago. The files of my brain need to be agglomerated properly.

The ice biting my skin is not the last ante-EntranceExamInnocent thought. It's not even going to be Eric Foreman's pretty blue eyes. Nope.

It's this: ONE WHOLE YEAR JUMPED OUT OF THE BAG.

It's been one whole year since that fateful moment.

That fateful moment.

It was me thinking: "UPCAT, only one more year to go."

Which was when the thought "I'm only taking the UPCAT for the heck of it" crossed my mind. At exactly the same moment. I think I'm bionic, I had two thoughts at once.

But think no more, B. You have to STOP. Reserve all your thinking for tomorrow: The day I take the survey that would determine my ability to compete with students I don't know, who don't know me and don't know that I don't mind not knowing them and mind that no one would care to know that I know nothing because nothing should be minded and that in itself should be minded.

I didn't make sense.

Point is, it's been a year since I thought there's only one year left. That one year had passed, not very gracefully, but not very bumpy neither. "It passed" is the operative phrase. And I sure wish that would be the operative word for my future state of being (on January, or December? A little help here, when do DL release their results?)

A whole year since IT. The moment I thought THIS moment was too far to worry about. I think I remember being in Galleria that day, looking at books or getting letters. I was there with my Mom eating at Pizza Hut when post-UPCAT takers sent GMs about their fleeting load. And I said, "I can't wait till it's my turn, why is it taking so long?"

=))

So juniors, don't you DARE think a year is long.

Because a year is just 365 days, really. Just wake up to 365 more sunshines and voila, it's your year.

(Too much illogical derivations in this post, but don't you dare point that out. HAHAHA.)

18:12

I want to migrate. I want to begin again. I think it would be cool to be a new student. To be around people who know nothing, absolutely nothing about you. I can be back to square one! Imagine how that would be. I mean, you can reinvent yourself! You can be someone else...

You can be someone you've always wanted to be.

But then again, to do that, I have to leave the country, MY country. I have to give up loving our Mother. And that's unacceptable. And selfish.

But I AM selfish.

It doesn't matter, though. Coz I'm never migrating. NEVER. Not in this lifetime, not in the next. At least as long as I'm a minor and living under my Dad's roof, but that's another matter. :))

But seriously, I'm practicing in the Philippines. This is MY country.

BUT. I REALLY WANNA TRY BEING SOMEONE OTHER THAN WHO I AM NOW.

Oh, wait. That's what college is for. And oh yeah! Furthermore, that's what passing Entrance Tests are for! WOW.

But it's still different.

Oh, can it, B. Watch more of Fez & Hyde and be happy.

15:30

Because I was advised to write down the last thought of the last antecollegiate-experience experience down.

Tomorrow, 12:30 PM, College of Arts and Letters. Tadan! First ever Entrance Test and I'm NOT prepared.

I have two pencils, an Exam Grade eraser and an Exam Grade sharpener due to Isa's advise and comment about the Exam Grade sharpener ("It sharpens well!")

I found a little ruler, and I asked my grandmother to get me gum, a bar of chocolate, and three more pencils.

And oh yeah! I'm watching That 70's Show.

I'm dead nervous.

Dead.

Nervous.

Like dead.

Cold and white.

Hanging on a ledge.

Well, mostly cold. I don't know why it's ALWAYS so cold nowadays. My arm is freezing. I feel like the wind from the electric fan are flakes of ice! And I'm not even exaggerating.

And I'm taking the UPCAT tomorrow. Yay me. Sarcasm is handy at times. I'm not even going there and I'm nervous! Scarlet crow. I even forgot that the course that I got was Fine Arts. OH HELLO THERE, MAY TALENT TEST PA PO ITO. HAHAHA.

What did I get myself into? :))

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Okay, I'm freezing.

That's my last thought. Maginaw.

15:28

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?

Bianca Ruiz;
17;
~~Assumption Antipolo;~~
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
True Addiction: Me&You.

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~~Double Dead~~
Y!M
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