Friday, June 22, 2007

holymolycripetycripes (revised)

First official week is over and I'm barely alive after Venn diagrams and Sophie's World.

Lessons are fun, but some are just plain sleep-inducing. Parang sleeping pills talaga, instantaneous ang effect. Five minutes pa lang makakatulog ka na. Kung hindi naman sleeping pills ang subject, nosebleed naman. If you happen to like nosebleeds and migraines, then Philo is the subject for you. There, we dissect everything to within an inch of their lives. Example: What does it mean to be mean? Can we be mean without intending to be mean? What is a question? What is the essence of essence?
Holy craaaap.

Blockmates are fun too. We're not too bonded yet, but still, it's fun. Sometimes we go out for block or half-block lunches.

Right now, I'm back here at home. Still not liking the dorm. Dorm-ing, while it is liberating, is too quiet and lonely for me.

First quiz next week! Yikes. Study time, gtg.

written at 4:27 AM

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

pre-college jitters and first day buzz

Pre-college

I moved to the dorm (say those two words with as much bitterness as you possibly can. That's how I refer to it.) yesternight. It didn't turn out to be so bad, I mean, I didn't cry as much as I thought I would. Around a gazillion buckets of tears lang naman. I didn't exactly enjoy the whole experience.

The morning following my official move-in to the dorm (bitterness!) was so pathetic. I ate a cold breakfast and had to wait for two of the other dorm people to take their baths before I could take mine.

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My first day went well. I met up with a friend I made during the registration, Lorena. It's nice because she lives near my dorm so we can go to classes together and everything. The whole morning was pretty much devoted to long, long talks and speeches by the important UP people. There was also a mass by a Jesuit priest whose homily was Harry Potter-related, him being an HP fan like the rest of us (the faculty don't count, as he pointed out that he noticed that none of them were able to relate to what he was saying).

During lunch, I met up with some of my blockmates and got to know them. It was nice, albeit awkward. All those PROSEC tips on how to stroke people weren't put to too much use (some look like they don’t want to be stroked). Hmm. Couldn't even remember exactly what HELP stood for anymore.

I like my blockmates. They're really nice. Friendly too.
(random fact: presidents are called blockheads. their vp's are called whiteheads. this is probably why we still don't have a whitehead.)

The afternoon was pretty much the same. Another orientation. We didn't hear much of it, though, owing to the fact that we were late, so we just sat there and talked about anything-under-the-sun stuff (HELP topics).

UP culture is so diverse. I never really realized it until now. In one day alone, I've made 3 Chinese friends. I guess it's in places like this where you really get to see the "real" world.

So now, I'm back in Quezon City, having gladly given up the dorm for one night. You have no idea how happy I was to be back. Everything in Manila was so foreign. Sigh. I expect I'll get used to it, seeing as how I'll most probably be spending the next 4 years of my life there.

Gtg. I have yet another orientation tomorrow and I must get some shut-eye.

written at 10:28 PM

Friday, June 01, 2007

collegecollegecollegecollege

Oh God. It's June and college is a mere 12 days away. *shudders* So near yet so far, so far yet so near. I've become kinda apprehensive because of the whole dorm thing. I've accepted and even warmed to the fact that I would be taking the MRT and the LRT to school. I even memorized all the stations between GMA and UN Avenue so that I wouldn't get lost, but then my parents found that...that dorm and so now, I have to spend a year living there. I don't like the way it looks, aaand my food situation there seems rather bleak. I'm not allowed to cook or probably even heat any food I might bring from home because the owner charges about 500 for every electronic thing you bring in there. Christ. How can a food person like me not live on the food I eat at home. Oh, and have I mentioned that the bathroom-people ratio is 1:6? Sigh.

It even made me think whether or not I really wanted to go to UP. A little too late for that, I know. It even crossed my mind to go to CCA instead. I'm a little messed up at the moment because of all the what if's. The people I met and eventually befriended were so different from the people I know now, but I'm probably just expecting too much. The main scary thing though, is having a rerun of my summer college review. The whole how-do-they-know-that-and-how-come-i-don't kind of thing and feeling that slight twinge of inferiority complex. Oh, what troubled thoughts plague the mind.

Totally random thought: I apparently have a knack of leaving the change behind whenever I buy anything. Tsk.

written at 6:46 AM