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[12 Oct 2003|07:00pm] |
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Wee, I'm crossposting from Tabulas to Blurty. This is fun. Now I can update both journals at once! (Geez, the things that make me happy. But anyway.)
I've been thinking of migrating my Blurty to Tabulas. I actually already imported all my entries to a 2nd account (just trying out the IMPORT feature), but I'm eventually planning to put my journal on the family domain so I don't think I will. Does anyone know how to transfer Livejournal-based sites to Movable Type? I saw this tutorial from Amanita.net but I'm too lazy to figure it out.
Anyway, I'm making my speech for the Parent-Student-Faculty Forum thingie on Saturday. I'm the student sharer, haha. Last year's was my longtime friend Cara's brother Paolo, and his speech was fabulous, to say the least. Oh man I'm so pressured to make one just as good. Or even better. If possible.
Fart, now I'm really getting old. I'm being tapped to be a student sharer! AAAAAHHH!!!
Needless to say, I'm running out of ideas. I've been on my laptop since 3 and I haven't done anything substantial. Except discover that Tabulas has an import feature. And upgrade my Movable Type to version 2.64, not realizing it was version 2.64 in the first place.
I made this personal note to only check Friendster on Saturdays, but obviously there are other things tempting me on the web. Bad web! Bad web! (Beats the web with a stick.)
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This looks a lot different from my Tabulas post. I now realized that cross-posting was futile. I ended up editing the entries anyway, 'cause the mood and icon settings didn't -- set. Oh well.
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[12 Oct 2003|04:48pm] |
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Crosspost, ha.
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| is there such a thing as PMS as in post-MS? |
[11 Oct 2003|09:57am] |
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I just hate it when people in the house move my stuff without telling me. They move it to really illogical places and forget where they put it, and as a result I never see my things again! And what's more, they deny ever touching my stuff, which makes me wonder if I've developed some sort of psychological disorder for insisting on something that was never there.
OK, so the reason for this outburst is this: My dad has been asking me to transfer the digicam pix to the PC. At first I coudn't find the cord. Then I saw it on top of the VHS player a few days ago. Then today, when I finally had time to do it, I couldn't find the cord! Everyone keeps saying they never moved it, touched or it, even saw it.
So what in the world happen to it? Did it grow legs and walk off? Was it confiscated by dwarves? Was I merely getting visions from a parallel universe?
Haaay, I just wish people would leave my stuff alone.
This is strike #5258353583958235295.
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Oh my goodness, the cable is with my brother. Repeat, the cable is with my brother. In Australia. He accidentally brought it with him. I must've seen another cable or something. Haha. I feel so ashamed now. I'm keeping this entry up to remind me not to point fingers all the time.
Hahahahaha...
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[10 Oct 2003|11:27pm] |
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I think I bombed the ISTECH4 test. I kept thinking all 6 chapters were too common sense to actually study them. So when I got the test paper full of Identification and Modified True or False, I couldn't do anything. I'd be lying if I said my mind went blank, 'cause that would mean it actually contained something in the first place, which it didn't.
Oh well. Won't think about that now.
+ - + - +
 pohky liked my revel bars! =D He also texted me: "Anyway my mom said OK yung revel bar, medyo dry konti lang sa bottom. But I disagree! It was totally awesome! Hehe." Is that a good sign? What his mom said, I mean. *paranoid* (I've only met his mom once, and that was only for 5 minutes. So I don't really know her... oh well.)
On the down side, there aren't any left for me. =( I gave a whole box to pohky, my mom got a half box for my niece, and I gave each of our helpers one. Leaving me with just one, which wasn't wholly mine 'cause it was the one I told my parents to bite out of. And I finished that hours ago.
My mom's encouraging me to develop my (pretty much nonexistent) culinary skills by telling me I should bake some more. I probably will (career! -- nah, just starved for revel bars) but not anytime soon. Yesterday made me tired. Projected preparation time was 30 minutes but it took me 2 hours! Oh my goodness.
Here's the recipe I used.
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[10 Oct 2003|08:23am] |
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Well, Herbert and I were talking about the NUS scholarship yesterday. We were both getting worried 'cause we hadn't heard anything from the External Linkages office yet and the final interviews were supposed to be next week! We were both talking about how horrible it'd be if we'd get secretly cut off from the short list.
And when I got home, lo and behold, an e-mail from the EL office!
Interviews are next Wednesday. Wish me luck, ok? =D
I've been looking at the interview list over and over again, trying to see if there's some sort of pattern and order. I'm last!!! What does that mean? Now, what does that mean? At first I thought it was in alphabetical order, 'cause RJ was 1st, and I really am last if it's that way, but then the middle people were all mixed up. I was thinking maybe I was ranked last. But then Herbert's 2nd to the last, and he has a CGPA of 3.9+ and he's the College Assembly President of the College of Engineering besides, and he can't possibly be ranked 2nd to the last. And I don't think I'd be ranked 1st, so there.
Well, it's possible that we're not ranked at all, but I can't stop thinking about it.
(Oh, and I've got an ISTECH4 test today, and I've only studied 1 out of 6 chapters. The test's still at 6 PM, anyways. Wish me luck (again)!)
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