a review of the review

It's been four straight days of math and science now in my review. Nice, isn't it? I'm having a great time, don't worry.

The teachers are quite good. We had this chem teacher though who kept steamrolling us with heaps and heaps of information that we couldn't [and never will, i think] understand. His antics, which we found utterly amusing, positively exuded gayness, reminiscent of a certain someone who i think you all know, especially you, Tete. During breaks, when he'd leave the room, a girl in class would crack joke after joke about him and people would laugh their heads off.

My classmates aren't too bad, I guess. There's just this one guy who annoys the bejeezus out of me. Nakakainis. He's too KKSP. He'd yell "Yes, Ma'am!" at the top of his lungs and those silly girls who sit with him in the back would trill appreciatively. He's always late too. There hasn't been a review day that passed that he wasn't late. Then again, no one's punctual these days. Set a time and people would arrive thirty minutes later. Well, anyway, yeah, I hate him. His "papasin" strategies distract people from learning properly. Oh well. Guys being guys.

I managed to make some nice friends in the review. Haha. We'd eat together, talk about school, friends, and criticize the teachers. We ate in Wok Dis Way for lunch earlier. Eeeeek. The place smelled like a meatshop. *barf* The food wasn't too bad, but it wasn't too good either. Well, at least it wasn't calorie-exuding fastfood. I'm incredibly sick of McDonald's, and I miss my mom's yummy cooking.

Eight more days left.

*P.S. Ugh. Currently hating that stupid host in Studio 23, Asia Agcaoli. Why can't she act and talk [Anyhoohow? What the heck is that?] like a normal person? She tries too hard, but to absolutely no avail.

written at 3:29 AM

the sore throat from hell

shmuck. my friggin' throat hurts like hell. it's been at it for three days now. argh. every time i swallow, it sends shoots of pain up and down my throat. it's not like any ordinary sore throat i've ever had. the ones i had would go away after i gargle a warm saline solution before i go to sleep. waaah. my mom's taking me to the doctor tomorrow. i hope it's nothing serious, like strep throat or tonsilitis. ack. if it is, i chose an inopportune time to fall ill.

cripes. now i have to postpone my meeting with jescia on wednesday, since i can't enjoy a mocha frapp with a sore throat.

written at 2:40 AM

perfect. just perfect.

a review ends, and another one begins. haha. what an incredibly fun way to spend my summer. studying. yipee. it just makes me want to jump for sheer joy...not.

so yeah, the review ended with the usual sappy good-byes, with us bidding each other farewell as if there's no tomorrow. well, nah, it wasn't that sad. it's not like we really bonded as a class. those who belonged to the same schools pretty much formed their own little groups and shunned the rest out. there were a select few who disengaged themselves from their groups and managed to befriend some of us.

errr. tomorrow i start reviewing at expert guides. that means around eight hours of sitting on your ass doing nothing but listening to a teacher, taking down notes and pretending to look interested when you're really thinking about lunch. ger-reat. the highlight of my summer. oh, and i have to eat fastfood every lunch. eeeek. it exudes tons of calories and fats. i don't need that.

to add to that, elliott got voted out. argh. i was banking on him on winning american idol. i'm happy katharine got to stay, though. i thought she was the next to get voted out, and that it would be between elliott and taylor. argh. i kept wishing that it would be between elliott and katharine na lang, so it won't matter to me if either wins, since i like them both anyway. america's officially mad.

great. just great.

written at 5:36 AM

espionage escapades

summer usually means one thing for me: taking out my nancy drew books and rereading them. somehow, i don't get tired of reading about the tight spots nancy manages to get herself and bess and george in, and her ingenious ways of getting them out. i started out with the nancy drew notebooks and moved up to the hardbound ones then to the paperback ones again [the ones with the flower prints on them]. my dad saw how much i liked them and bought me a collection of the hardbound ones [that was when books were still cheap]. haha. call me a sucker for mysteries. i read agatha christie and jessica fletcher too, and even watched the movies that featured her, but i don't read it as much as nancy drew.

tete, maki [somosot] and i were huge fans of nancy drew when we were still in the third or fourth grade. we took such a fancy for her escapades that we even tried imitating her and went on "stakeouts". we would look at people passing by and whisper about whether they looked suspicious or not. i remember maki saying once, "don't look now, but there's a really mysterious man in black standing over there." tete and i turned immediately and said, "where?" of course, by that time, the man was gone.

when we weren't doing that, tete and i would try to solve our own little mystery: finding out who nappi was. nappi was actually a signature we noticed on the drawings on the front covers of the books. we would brainstorm and try to come up with answers. who was nappi anyway? was there a mystery behind the signature? was he/she actually a captive trying to convey a message? we later found out that there was no mystery at all; it was just the artist's signature. haha, pardon our childhood innocence.

when we went camping in the fourth grade, we even made this checklist that included items we'd need for investigations. we were all hyped up and excited to go sneaking around in the dark, armed with our trusty flashlights to knock out any unsuspecting prowler that came our way, but sadly, the rain poured steadily that night and we were unable to do so.

haha, it was so fun pretending to be nancy drew, even if we didn't come close to apprehending any villains.

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errr. great. i just saw on the news that mtrcb has finally rated the da vinci code. just when i was feeling relieved that they were allowing it to be shown here, they announced that it was rated R. isn't that just dandy? absolutely perfect. i've been waiting for that movie to be shown ever since i saw the posters in the cinemas, and now they're not allowing the underaged to watch.

what a total rip-off. oh well. i guess there's always pirated dvds. [see, because of their rating, tataas ang rate ng bibili ng pirated. tapos sila pa nagsasabi na avoid piracy? how can we not? should we wait until it shows in hbo? tsss]

i think they're making a mountain out of a molehill about this whole da vinci code thing. it's just fiction [meaning: not real, made-up]. a woman on the news said, "two hours of watching a movie cannot change your faith." i mean, okay, it does make some "blasphemous" allegations, but what's so wrong about exploring your faith a little further? it might make some things clear. honestly, there really are some teachings that i can't understand.

ay. religion's too messy.

written at 12:49 AM

the nineties blair witch project

haha. i was looking through these old photos and i came across some of mine when i was around six or five. eeeeeeeeek. i looked really bad. i won't post the pictures here of course. i'd die of shame before i do that.

the nineties were fashion disaster days [as tete said]. unfortunately, we innocent children were guinea pigs to our mothers' attempts to create a so-called "fashionable" look. aahh. those were the days of bangs, stockings, knee-high socks, really short hair, and the dresses that exuded lace, floral designs and pinkness. innocent as we were then, we wore the dresses our mothers made us wear [take note: made us wear]. they would either be itchy, chiffon-y, poofy, or a twin of our sibling's outfit. my sister and i have this pair of dresses [they were gifts, i think] that looked exactly alike. our individualities cried out to be recognized.

sa school, pataasan pa nga ng socks. the higher the better. bangs too. the longer the better. haha. i remember this really crazy thing i did when i was in grade school. one day, for some unknown reason, i took a pair of scissors and cut off some of my hair. the result was the hair that was left behind stuck up in all directions and i looked like a porcupine. *blush* noon pala, may peer pressure na rin. haha.

well, thank God fashion has evolved and polished the rough edges of the nineties and forsaken the too-frilly look. *shudder*

here's a conversation tete and i had about it.

me: haha, you know kanina, i was looking through these old photos.
me: of me when i was around six or five.
me: eeeeeeeeeeeeek. dork much?
tete: hahaha
tete: i cant see!!!
me: can't see what?
tete: the pictures
tete: haha
tete: aaah
tete: hahaha
me: eeeeeeeeeek
me: over my dead body
tete: haha ganun din ako
tete: yikes!
me: eeek. ang pangit talaga nung outifts ko non. *insert retching noise here*
tete: hahahahahahaha!
tete: ako din
tete: GRABE
tete: major fashion disaster
tete: aaaaay
me: oh yeah.
me: our outfits then exuded lace, floral designs and pinkness. not to mention bad hair days.
tete: AAACK
tete: the baaaangs
tete: THE HORRIBLE BAAANGS!
me: yeah!
me: and the knee-high socks!
tete: aaaaaai
tete: hahaha
me: they were supposedly protection from the mosquitoes
tete: hahahahaha!
tete: hmm
tete: let me make a blog entry about that
me: ako rin!
tete: hahaha
me: i was going to say that too.
me: okay. let's get to it.

so the conversation pretty much ended there. after i said that, we each dashed off to our respective blogs to write about it. haha. view tete's blog. she might be able to give a more animated description.

try looking through old photos, preferrably around grade one or two. maybe you can dig up some photos of our field demo, when we did the beatles.

haha. dorky much?

written at 2:28 AM

math is LOVE. not.

do you know just how much i adore math? how extremely easy i find it that i got oh, i don't know, 20 possible answers right out of 60 easy-as-pie questions? yep. the dry-run exam today was a testimony as to how much i love math, and how much math loves me. solving math problems is just as simple and uncomplicated as reciting the alphabet. it's that easy.

ha. i'm not hoping anymore that i could even get into the top 100 of the batch, since i screwed math BIG TIME. there were practically no word problems and permutations, two topics which i found really hard during the review and topics which i concentrated on while studying. just as my luck would have it, there was only around five world problems and maybe one permutation/combination problem.

science was fine. the only questions i wasn't able to answer were the physics questions, since the formulas i studied didn't really show up in any of the problems, and yeah, the pointers in the back of the modules were practically useless.

i think i did quite well in the language and reading comprehension part, the only two parts which i finished ahead of time and were able to review. now this is a testimony as to how much i love english. hmmm. does that mean i'm destined for an english-related course? haha.

i still haven't settled on a course yet, although biochem and molecular bio are big possibilities. i'm still not sure if i'm going to push through with medicine. my dad says na naghihirap na raw ang mga doktor sa pilipinas [contrary to my belief] so i don't think he wants me to take medicine. i think. if i don't pass the quota for the above mentioned courses, i'll probably choose creative writing or journalism as a second choice. if i don't pass either diliman or manila, haha, i might choose baguio as a second choice.

oh yes. decision-making is soooooooo easy.

*pardon my sarcasm. i can't help it. i mean, don't you just adore math?

written at 12:59 AM

the sweet rains of may

it's raining, it's pouring, and the sweltering heat has taken a respite. yeees. finally. sayonara, hateful heat.

during the rainy days, there's nothing better than turning the airconditioner way up and curling up in bed with a blanket, your favorite book and a steaming mug of hot cocoa with marshmallows.

aah. sheer bliss.

written at 8:52 PM

current state of mind: in DENIAL

the title speaks it all. errrr. my brain is in denial and is not working at all. i owe it to the fact that i stupidly forgot everything i'm supposed to remember. eesh.

i'm hating math right now. really hating it. specially word problems. i can't understand why math can be so useful; it has an answer to practically everything related to numbers, yet it is so friggin' hard. life's too ironic to make any sense of it.

it is three days away from the UPCAT dry-run exam and i still haven't studied science, english and filipino. i think it would be a miracle if i even get a 2-point something in the exam. i'm keeping my fingers crossed for a cash prize, but then again, dreams get you nowhere.

studying has ruined my summer, even if it's really necessary for, you know, my future and all. i hate having to study during a period of rest and relaxation, if you can even get some from this heat. summer's a time to get your minds nice and empty, as dumbledore said in harry potter.

i wish i study in a chinese school, so that solving math problems would just be like writing my name. they study math twice a day, in chinese and english.

agh. wishful thinking.

i have to go back and torment myself with functions-relations-whatsits. *groan* wish me luck.

written at 2:23 AM

childhood memories

how often do you revisit your childhood? can't say i do too much, but just recently, i decided to. i took this storybook [bunnies, bunnies, bunnies. a treasury of stories, songs and poems] from the bookshelf and immersed myself with stories about, you guessed it, BUNNIES. haha. they were given to me by my neighbor, christine, during one of my birthdays.

one of my favorite tales there is the tale of peter rabbit by beatrix potter. ang cute. heee. it's about this naughty little bunny, peter, who decided to get into some mischief and broke into Mr. McGregor's garden to eat some lettuce and French beans. unfortunately, he came across Mr. McGregor and was "most dreadfully frightened". he ended up losing his shoes, his new blue jacket with shiny brass buttons, landed with a splash into a watering can, and needless to say, he was scared to death. he eventually got out of the garden, but he got sick, so during dinner, the naughty little rabbit only got camomile tea while flopsy, mopsy and cotton-tail had bread, milk and blackberries.

haha. it's like one of those stories our mothers used to tell us so we would learn our lessons. my mom used to do it, like when i was "training" for a spelling bee, she asked me to spell spaghetti [hey, i was really young then. haha] and she told me that if i couldn't spell it, she would never ever buy me jolly spaghetti again. little kids are easy to manipulate aren't they? haha. give them something to do and they'll do it, often struggling like it's a herculean task, even if it's just distributing art materials to their classmates. i've noticed that with kids, lalo na kung teacher yung nagbigay nung instruction. brown-nosers. haha. we all did that. when apples were short of hand, stickers would be the best substitute. prep teachers must be unendingly patient.

haha. another silly entry.

written at 11:06 PM

driving 101

the farthest i've probably gone to driving a car was in that car-racing thing in the arcade. since i'm still underage, and i still lack the sufficient knowledge, i'm limited to sitting in the back or at the front, or to backseat driving while the car's moving. until today, that is.

today i learned how to drive a car with my uncle's help. first he taught me the basics, like how to differentiate the clutch, brake and gas pedals, their functions, how to start the car, and how to get the car moving. it was a lot to swallow, and at first it was difficult to follow. it all seemed simple, but nooo. first you start the car, then press down on the clutch, shift to first gear, release the handbreak, and start stepping lightly on the gas while slowly releasing the clutch. the first time i did it, the car lurched forward and it scared my little cousin so much that she left the car [my mom told me later that pia told auntie nancy "mama, i thought i was going to die."]. *sheepish*. am i bad or am i bad? i had pressed the gas down too much and released the clutch so the battery died and i had to start all over again. i got better and better eventually, and gradually started enjoying myself. oh sure, i was an accident waiting to happen, what with me panicking and pressing down on the gas hard, which made us jackrabbit like crazy, the heat was incredibly unbearable [the aircon broke down and it was around two in the afternoon], but driving's awfully fun. :) i drove around mapayapa and soon i was learning how to make turns, all in first gear only, of course. ha. ang aksaya rin sa gas.

there were times that i nearly backed into the tubero signs, according to isa and trina, and i made the car go into the sidewalks, but thank God there were no accidents. isa even said "ang saya kung si atch yung nag-dradrive. we get to have an adventure." at that i had to raise an eyebrow. adventure? all the two of them pretty much did was sit in the back, sing mission impossible to hype up the tension that was already rising and annoy the heck out of me.

at the end of my first driving lesson, i was exhausted, but i think my uncle was even more tired than me. my mom and aunt were waiting back in the house and ask how i did. they said i did okay, and isa even rated me A-, even though i probably deserved something lower.

i still have tons to learn, but that in itself will be an adventure. i can't wait till the next driving lesson. heeee. :)

written at 5:06 AM

dull as dishwater AGAIN, but not as happy as a clam now

ugh. had that extremely booooooooooooring algebra teacher again in the review. you know, i think the chair in front learned more than we did, since that's what he talked to the entire time of his boring lecture. *snore* he wouldn't even face us! garrr...tapos the way he conducted his lecture, i think akala niya we already knew what he was talking about. he droned on and on about critical points whatsits, while we just stared blankly into space. he was too fast too. *sigh* i wish we could've had our previous teacher, teacher claudine. she was okay. at least naintindihan namin yung tinuturo niya. kasi naman, why do they have to keep switching the techers and shuffling the rooms.

to add to that, while i was trying valiantly to keep my eyes open and look interested in things that i'm really not, nicki, keishia, koko, apa, and the others were in gateway, having a good time, probably watching a movie and car-racing and killing zombies in house of the dead at the arcade. *sob*

i am definitely not feeling as happy as a clam right now.

written at 4:53 AM

change. we need change.

we went to school today to enrol. the lines were absolute murder [it took around fifteen minutes, give or take, just to get an order for the pe uniforms] and don't even get me started on how hot it was. pretty soon tempers [especially mine] were running high and my sister and i started nagging and bickering.

the school seriously needs to get rid of that lady guard. i think you know who i'm referring to. extremely poor public relations, loathsome attitude and disposition, tomboy-ish manners, uh, need i go on? ugh, make me barf. anyway, my mom got really really infuriated with her when she wouldn't let my mom back in. she had to go down from the accounting to tell my dad that he should just go on ahead because the lines were really long and he still had an appointment somewhere. she left me to wait in line until she got back. so i was upstairs waiting when i heard the guard calling my name. i approached him, and he told me that i needed to go downstairs. when i got there, my mom was arguing with the guard, demanding that she be let back in because she needed to pay the tuition. that effing guard said that the accounting office was closed so they weren't letting anyone else in. WHAT A GARGANTUAN LOAD OF TOSH. my mom fired back that she just asked the accounting office if they were already closing but they said that they were just going to accommodate the entire line. [ha! take that] pambihira, pagkatapos pa rin niya sabihin yun, ayaw pa rin niya papasukin yung nanay ko. jeez. i was really close to swearing out loud. really close. finally, she reluctantly relented.

could you imagine the nerve of that woman? she really needs to be let go. a lot of parents and students alike have complained about her attitude. *fumes* she makes me so mad. garrrr...i hope that she's gone by the end of the school year. i don't want her to ruin my last year and i don't want her picture in my year book. i might just puke when i see her there. *insert retching noise right here*

aside from the lady guard, the school might also want to let go of the current concessionaire, since i don't think i'm alone in saying that the food they serve is really really bad. to add to that, not many are happy with the extremely exorbitant amounts they make us pay. masyadong malaki ang patong nila sa produkto nila. 50% na ata ng original price ang mark-up nila. [boycott!] i liked the previous concessionaires better. the food was good then. i miss the days of good pansit, chicken pops, corndogs, and dunkin' donuts munchkins.

enough of the rants. gtg. i have a splitting headache. *moan*

written at 3:26 AM

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