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[12 Dec 2003|09:00pm] |
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Yeah, LJ is now free.
I AM HERE.
Where are you?
Haha. Ang loser ko. I was actually waiting for LJ to become free. I know I originally said I didn't want one... but. Now that it's free, hey? Hahaha.
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| public, for once. Stolen from people here |
[07 Dec 2003|01:26pm] |
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I want you to post anything that you want in reply to this entry.
Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, an opinion, a critique--anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. (Maybe more.) Then, put this in your Blurty to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your blurty) have to say.
This can be about me, or anything you want. Regardless, just use the "anonymous" radio button to post anonymously. You can reveal who you are if you want. I turned off the "log IP" option for this, temporarily. Post what you'd like, or if you don't want to post anything, that's just fine.
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| evil Internet. I'm disabling the net connection now! |
[15 Oct 2003|09:15pm] |
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I still have an ITECOMM exam tomorrow and I've only read a chapter-and-a-half.
The NUS interview was -- I don't know. It wasn't bad, really. But I might be too assuming if I said it went well and then didn't get accepted. So, as for now, when asked I will say that the interview was BLANK. Results come out in 2-3 weeks. Oh, the agony of waiting.
Is the national animal of the Philippines the carabao or the tamaraw? I did an online search. Some sites say carabao, some say tamaraw. I got asked that in the interview, and I said tamaraw. If it's the carabao, it's my mom's fault then.
While watching the FEU-ADMU finals game...
Tita: Ba't naman tamaraw ang maskot ng FEU? Parang ang bagal-bagal!
Mom: Hoy, national animal natin yan!
So there. =P
(No offense meant to FEU people whatsoever. Or tamaraws, for that matter. Tamaraws are very good animals, yes?)
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| Good morning, good morning! |
[15 Oct 2003|01:00am] |
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I'm tired. It's not even midterms yet, and it's already hell week.
I'm going to see the doctor soon about my eyes. I hope I can get back on contacts. Besides the fact that I feel dorky on glasses, they're heavy and foggy and finger-printy. =P Hehe. I'm starting to get used to wearing glasses all the time now, though. Which is a good thing, I think.
I got an OK grade on ISTECH. Yay.
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I went back to my old high school today. I had an interview with Mr. Laqui for our ISTECH4 system. Despite all the renovations, the place hasn't really changed. While I was passing by the Sophomores' corridor, I half expected to see my old class sitting in one of the rooms. But the rational parts of me knew that I didn't know any of the students there anymore.
Sometimes I could just cry, when I think of how things used to be. They didn't seem to happen that long ago. Yet when I look at those old places that used to be mine, my friends and mine, well, they're not ours anymore. They're someone else's. Someone else's rooms, corridors, benches. And there are no traces that they were ever mine, or ours. Strange how some things stay the same while others can change so quickly.
Like that line in the Pablo Neruda poem -- "The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer."
I went to the PPRO office. It's still in front of the field, where I last saw it. Saw Ms. Jean and Sir Gary. Ms. Lorie was nowhere to be found. When I saw Ms. Jean, she exclaimed: "Melai! Ang mature mo na!"
Have I really changed that much? When I look at the mirror I don't think I've changed at all. I still see myself as how I was a few years ago.
Now, I really feel old.
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