tragedy of it all

I just submitted my final requirement for this semester via email. Hit SEND, and voilà –kiss me, sembreak.

I remember the time when I made my first online submission. It was a reaction paper on Hamlet. I recall being so anxious that I didn’t realize I sent the paper five times (my professor told me so afterward). It was kind of embarrassing to be told off (though I’d like to believe that my professor was more amused than angry); but then again, better safe than sorry, right? :]

There’s something about online submission that always makes me nervous. At the very least, I take 15 minutes before I enter the email address of the professor; another 15 minutes to multiple-check it; a few more minutes to make sure that I’ll be attaching the right file; a minute to actually attach the file; additional 15 minutes to think about what to write on the note area (Here is my paper, Sir/Ma’am. / Should I be friendly? / It’s our last paper, should I say thanks? / Should I say how much I enjoyed the semester? / What if I didn’t? / Should I lie? / Or what the hell, can I just say nothing at all?! ); and if I did decide to say something for propriety’s sake, there must be 20 more minutes to check the grammar; and finally, a good extra 30 minutes to contemplate on whether to truly click the SEND button or not. In the end, after all of these perusing, you realize that the tragedy is when you found out that the professor didn’t receive ANYTHING. Swell, huh?

But thankfully, that hasn’t happened to me yet; and that’s possibly why the whole process is all the more scary for me because it constantly makes me wonder when my dreaded first time is going to be. HA! In every submission, there is a deadline –so the most important thing is that you submit the paper before the deadline; If you miss it, you’re dead (not really dead dead, but dead INComplete, or dead tres/cingco; I haven’t really heard of dead DROP but for all I know it might be possible –or dead KICK OUT though that’s probably going overboard). Therefore, if, in your worst luck, your professor failed to receive your paper –then Dear me, may you R.I.P. Though, of course, you realize you can’t just yet. You will probably curse the computer, curse the internet, curse your e-mail, curse yourself, or curse your professor, but you can’t die just yet unless you found a way to prove to your professor that you did send that damn paper on time.

Naturally, in my anxiety, I’ve thought of possible scenarios and possible solutions on how I am going to do that. This might sound ludicrous (go ahead laugh), but my desperate resort would probably be to give my professor my email’s username and password and let her/him see my sent items. HAHAHA. Other than that, your guess is as good as mine. ;]

On Psychology

After today's lesson, I realized that:

I don’t care how big the name of Sigmund Freud was. I think he was nothing but a sick, love-deprived, EGOtistical chauvinist. Seriously, penis envy? The nerve of him.

3-in1 plus 1, Happy Kaarawan!

There’s never a dull moment whenever I’m with my friends, that’s for sure. Be it a simple detour to Mainlib just to have Canton, or a semi-planned bakasyon engrande out of town –-fun and madness would always be a given when I’m in the company of these kickass people. The other day we were all in Cubao to celebrate Aly and Chel’s bday. To say that the house party was FUN would be a SHAMEFUL UNDERSTATEMENT. Chel’s parents weren’t around, while Aaron a.k.a Chel’s indifferent brother couldn’t care less about what we were doing. In essence you could guess that the poor house was left at our mercy. R-A-W-R! Just imagine the kid from Home Alone, only we're a group instead of a kid --a group of rambunctious kids who would turn the house around by the time the adults get back. Real mature. ;)

Highlights of the night:


1. All together now :)



2. Cory and Ninoy?



3. The Impostors



4. Ewicka's Bukas Luluhod din ang mga Tala moment. First time to dishwash ng eredera HAHA :)



5. Stop piracy, you guys! :))




I, therefore, conclude that (1) we're a bunch of happy people (2) we're a bunch of happy, glutton people, and (3) we're a bunch of happy, glutton, pro-piracy people. Sue us.

just go be a pig already!

I want french fries.
I want big brothers burger.
I want lay's.
I want picnic.
I want coke.
I want chocolate chip blizzard.
I want chocolate cream chip frap.
I want chickenjoy.
I want crispy pata.
I want rice.
I want carbs.
I want calories.

But I don't want fats. Tugsh.

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Posting this just because it reminds me of Jed and Aly who laughed so hard at me when I wrote on the wall: You really turn me on. xoxo

What? I was quoting his lyrics! Get your mind out of the gutter, you! :]

wake up, sleepy!

I ought to die.

Three days ago, I did this criminal act of falling asleep in the middle of a class. I know this post might sound so exaggerated, worse yet pointless, but really! –sleeping in class, for me, is dishonorable, and rude, and tactless, and I swear to all flying pigs I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just that I didn’t sleep at all the night before hence when I came to class that day, I friggin’ looked like Frankenstein’s long lost daughter, devoid of life, and blood, and sleep, and gorgeousness. Half of me was struggling to keep my eyes open, while the other half was tempting me to slouch somewhere –actually, anywhere –so I could just sleep, if not die a temporary death (temporary because I expected I should be back on my feet the next day, fully-charged).

It happened in my Psychology class. Our lesson was on Multiple Personality Disorder; since our professor was feeling radical that time and wanted to do something nonconformist, she decided to just put on a documentary rather than conduct the usual teacher-in-front lecture setup. I was listening attentively at first; I swear, I was! I could even tell you that a younger Sally Field was mentioned in passing as she played Sybil, the girl with MPD. Then thirty minutes later, at around 12 noon, while the tape was still playing, our professor left the room. My eyes were already drooping that time and no amount of self-pinching would shake off my drowsiness. So I closed my eyes with a promise to myself that it’s not really sleeping but resting and I would readily open them again the minute the professor walked back in to the room. The only problem was when I opened them again, to my horror, it was already 12:55! TWELVE FIFTY FIVE!!! FUCK THE STUPID, USELESS, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING CLOCK. Only five more minutes left before dismissal. To add to my embarrassment, I saw my prof looking at me from the front and I just knew that she knew that I knew that I slept on her! Dear me, it was so embarrassing I wanted to jump out of the window, if only it wasn’t barred. I slept on a professor, holy crap! –a professor who teaches capably and one with an MA and a PhD to go with it. No decent soul sleeps on a professor with such powerful titles. People like them just don’t spend half of their lives studying only to be slept on by their students.

I am horrible.
I am mean.
I am rude.
I am appalling.
I am nasty.
I am disrespectful.
I am bad-mannered.
I am crude.
I am tacky.
I am disappointing.
I was sleepy.
I was sleepy.
I was sleepy.



I am sorry. :(

spread the love, spread the virus

It’s quite a humiliation that I am the one getting a sore throat this time. All week long, I’ve been the one to pester and annoy my friends (three of them with the common fever + sore throat) that they’ve been hit with the A(H1N1) bug. To irritate them even further, I’ve always been the first to put out the alcohol when they’re around and make it known to their faces that they’re virus-carriers and ought to be avoided. Haha.

Of course they’re not really with the swine flu. I’ve just been having the greatest kick out of them –-it’s what great friends do, nay? I aggravate them, they retaliate, and that’s where the fun starts. It’s simply about playful bickering; sometimes it gets physical (what with the batukan, paluan and all) but nothing ugly that would send any of us to the emergency room of the infirmary. We love each other too much to inflict permanent damage, I suppose. :))

Nevertheless, driving each other barmy is still a mutually pleasurable deal to us all. So, when they had the fever and sore throat to boot, and I got to tease them to no end, I thought I was winning. Wrong. Because now that it’s my turn to have a sore throat, it gave my friends the orgasmic bliss for having the opportunity to get even with me. Durrr. Now, they’re laughing at me! Those smug little witches! Epic fail on my part, oh boohoo.

They got the last say –-Ara, particularly, got the last say:

"nel. pagtatawanan kita pag nagkasakit ka dahil promotor ka din sa pagkakalat na may swine flu kame!"

Why, nasty bitch*, hmpp. I could only hope this won't progress to a full-bloom flu.

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*bitch, over time, has become some sort of endearment among us. Nothing offensive, I assure you. :))