If you haven't heard, my Boyfriend won his first Grand Slam. :"> And no, it wasn't in my dreams. He really did win a grand slam. Just Google "Juan Martin del Potro", and there you go. And you know what else? It was against Roger Federer. Roger Freaking Federer. So yeah, my Boyfriend is made of awesome. He had a welcome home parade in his hometown and everything. God, I'm so proud. Because I always knew he could do it, and I'm not as flabbergasted about the result compared to the rest of the tennis world. So yay, Boyfriend!

To other news that may or may not be more relevant to you, I'm taking the ACET tomorrow and I'm absolutely stunned about it. As in, not prepared, and expecting to fail it miserably. This week has just been so hectic and I haven't had time to prioritize studying for the ACET. It's insane, really, how much time has flown. I miss last summer when I'd run to KFC with BeaBay and Cel and the ACET was so conveniently far away.

But I'm not going to choke about it. I'm revising Math for it right now. Because the ACET is like a US Open final. All I really need to do is dig deep and find my emergency reserves and keep pushing and fighting and not give up just like Boyfriend. My US Open trophy will come in the form of a big envelope, filled with admission guidelines and whatnots.

Wish me luck.

Of my two extra-curricular activities for this school year (namely, Debate and writing news articles for the Theresian magazine), this week I've realized which one I'd like to pursue as an extra-curricular in college or, God forbid, as a career in the future. (Let me tell you right now that it isn't Debate. No, I repeat, I don't want to be a lawyer.) I've realized that I'm actually quite the effective writer.

And the realization proceeded in this manner: Ms. Calero gave me two consecutive stars in my last two entries in my Take 10 writing journal for Creative Writing and Journalism class. I realized then that, hey, I'm actually good at this! And it might seem silly to you considering I passed the Theresian magazine screening with flying colors, but I passed the Debate try-outs too, and I'm not very good at debating at all. And besides, I respect Ms. Calero even if she thinks journalism is drab and we'd be much better off writing for creative purposes. I respect Ms. Calero and getting validation from her is a great feeling.

And like most experiences in my life thus far, I can't help but somehow link this ground-breaking epiphany with college. Why? Because I'm an anxious, average student who feels as if she bombed the UPCAT. And students who fill that criteria perfectly generally don't stop thinking about college and what the future will unfold for them.

So as if I haven't researched on Philippine colleges enough, I put my fingers at work in Google yet again, only this time I focused on each of my college choices' student newspaper. After all, I've always had dreams of me running around in an ID that proclaims SCHOOL PRESS, tracking down some red-faced college administrator to get said administrator to comment on the recent tuition fee hikes. Honestly, I don't know if they actually have SCHOOL PRESS IDs, but hey, a girl can dream.

So let's start with the first collegiate student newspaper I've ever encountered. And like most encounters, this also has a back story:

( UP's The Philippine Collegian )

My meeting with the next student newspaper is a little more straight forward.

( UST's The Varsitarian )

TO BE CONTINUED.

Debate is like Roger Federer. He's great to have around, but he's overbearing and at times downright annoying because you really just can't meet his standards when you do try to play tennis with him. Debate has been a choice extra-curricular of mine for a number of years now, even if I've only just come around to actually joining this year. It's great to be a part of the team and have a shirt with STC Debate Team printed on it, but it's so hard to meet up to what is essentially the standard of a "good debate". Okay, I admit the analogy is weak, but bear with me here, okay?

I stutter, I can never think of good rebuttals, I have yet to finish a seven-minute speech, and I need to work on my speech structure. To summarize, Debate hates me, is after me, and wants to burn me into a fine char. To give you an idea of how bad I am, if this were men's tennis, I'd be Greg Rusedski. I know what you're thinking: Who the hell is Greg Rusedski? Exactly.

I am so bad at this that I'm actually considering quitting. Because really, there are times I can't see myself improve at all.

But like all Roger Federer-like love/hate relationships, I am given hope sometimes. Like today. I was still just as bad today, but you know, it was better than the whole Cuban embargo disaster.

Sigh. Why are communists always after me?

(HAHA, see what I did there?)

Of three things I am absolutely sure: (Ok, what is it with me and Twilight references, despite my insistence that I don't like Twilight?)

• One, goodbye UP. I'll probably get less than 50% in Math. I can feel it.
• Two, I need to study for the ACET, and fast.
• Three, AAAAAAHHHH. Ok, that was incoherent, but I had to put that in.

I'm so thankful for Ms. Ilano's pep talk last Friday. Just remembering everything she said makes me feel better (even just oh-so-slightly) about myself. "'Pag di kayo nakapasang UP, di ibig sabihin wala kayong alam. Hindi lang kayo tama para sa standard nila." Sigh. I hope you're right, Ms. Ilano, because I feel very, very stupid right now.

Let's take it to the top.

I woke up at around 3:54-ish this morning, and I glanced at my notes. (I know it's super off-limits to cram, but I wasn't trying to jam information in--I was just checking if I know enough). At 4:00, my mom asked me to come down and have breakfast already. I ate just one slice of bread because my heart was caught in my throat (hey, that's actually an UPCAT test item. :)) ) and my newly-adjusted braces hurt like hell. And then I took and bath and all that. The basic stuff you do before taking a test.

I brought my mom, my dad, and my sister with me (aka my whole direct family). It's a Filipino thing, I can't help it.

SOLAIR is great. I mean, compared to horror stories from my classmates of hot, unconditioned rooms (Hi, STC!) that is. The guy who sat beside me was from Ateneo high school and he was super nice. He told me that the ACET is harder than the UPCAT. Err, hi UST. :)) And I think I may have told him I'm in third year, because I'm such a useless spazz that way. Oops. It's the whole UPCAT nerves situation, I guess. I think his name is Robert or Randolph or Rudolph. And his surname is Tim-something. I do remember he was born on February 1st, 1992 and that his second name is Darnell. :)) And with that in mind, some sorry Physics formula had to be overwritten. Honestly, sometimes I remember the most unnecessary things.

So, yeah. English is pretty easy breezy. Reading comprehension was a bit of a hurdle because of the Tagalog bits. The "Did my wife sleep with my drinking buddies, and is one of them the father of my children?" question in science made my sides split for a bit. And Math was.... ugh. Really, let's just not talk about it. :(

Sigh. At the start of this day, I promised myself I'd write a perfectly coherent blog entry. Well, yeah. I guess the UPCAT has a unique way of putting brains into a state of frazzle for a bit even after the exam. I've lost my writing skill. For now, at least. I'm so glad Chelsea doesn't have any news articles in line for me this week, because really, I have not the nerve. :P

Oh, and my name is Lara Pangilinan. And I study in St. Theresa's College QC, not in Manila. :)) (UP printed the old STC Manila address in their test permits. Hey UP, the old STC Manila campus is Adamson University now, so it's kind of mean-spirited of us to steal their address.)

I hate poetry

by Lara Pangilinan :|

Because verses and forms entrap me
my words only come when they can fly free
I’m eternally dependent on a rhyming dictionary
my work will never be like ‘Annabel Lee’

I hate poetry
the subject of too much interpretation
their different meanings a hot debate motion
the long dead poets laughing at our addiction

I hate poetry
and I curse the wretched irony
that I had to write this poetry anthology

This is the tour de force of my anthology. God, I can't believe I'm nagpupuyat on a Saturday for stupid poems. :( I'm not even done with the damn thing yet. Most of my poems rhyme, except for the free verse one if I can have it my way. Poems that don't rhyme just look so off to me, and they requre real skill, so rhyming it is for the unskilled.

The Totally Unrelated to the Title Introduction of how the Refresher Course went
I got my LSC card, and according to it, I have a 9% greater chance of passing the ACET than the UPCAT. Isn't this great? I mean, if I go to Ateneo I won't end up a socialist revolutionary. Or there's a smaller chance of me ending up as a socialist revolutionary. Whatever the case, I really, really need to study for the UPCAT. And the ACET too. Because I got only about 40% of the Math ones right (I rounded that off to avoid humiliation). God, I hate Math. I wonder if Donna V will mind me hanging around her for the weeks following the UPCAT. Maybe I can suck in her Math abilities by osmosis.

Dilemma #1: UST (or, "No, Maybe I don't want to be a Journalist after all")
Because I am an impulsive moron half the time and I got totally amused by UST's super cool online application thingy with the checkmarks and the drop-down menus, I really didn't deliberate hard on which courses I chose. Nor did I really pay heed to the brown letters insisting that "This information cannot be changed" (okay, maybe that might be a paraphrase).

Now, keep that information in mind while viewing my choices for UST:

1. AB JOURNALISM - COLLEGE OF ARTS AND LETTERS
2. AB POLITICAL SCIENCE - COLLEGE OF ARTS AND LETTERS

Journalism? Do I really want to write about boring affairs for the rest of my life? (I hope Chelsea doesn't find this) I mean, yeah, I want to win a Pulitzer Prize, I want to expose a massacre of some sort. But journalists don't start out as that, right? Maybe Anderson Cooper first started typing write-ups for Hamptons magazine before CBS and later CNN got whiff of his talent and drafted him in (this is hypothetical, of course). I don't want to write write-ups for Hamptons. Believe it or not, I actually don't care what Tinsley Mortimer does. (Alright, I do. But just a little.)

And Poli Sci? Doesn't it just stench of Law? And no, Sir Zaraspe, no matter how much you try to Vampire Eric glamor me, I WILL NOT go to Law School (Haha, okay, that sounded like Kreacher). I'd rather be a journalist than a lawyer. But I'd rather be something else than a journalist. And I'd rather live in the moment and insist of being a high school student than being any of that.

And now, because I'm so damn smart, I can't change my courses anymore. God, sometimes I can see Darwin looking down on me, counting how many hours left 'til I drop dead.

Dilemma #2: The Ateneo (or "I haven't written a single thing on my app form")
Okay, I have no idea what I want to do in Ateneo. I want to go to the school, definitely. But I don't really know what I want to take up. Being me, of course I'm leaning towards the liberal arts, the Ateneo's specialty. Here are the choices as of now (in no particular order):

• BFA Art Management - School of Humanities
• AB Communication - School of Social Sciences
• AB Humanities - School of Humanities
• AB History - School of Social Sciences
• AB Social Sciences - School of Social Sciences
• AB Panitikan (Filipino) - School of Humanities (HAHA OMG)
• AB Economics - School of Social Sciences
• BS Legal Management - John Gokongwei School of Management
• BS Communication Technology Management - John Gokongwei School of Management
• Minor in Hispanic Studies - School of Social Sciences (Obviously not a course, but I want to take it so it's on the list)

If anyone can help me shorten this into a list of four items, I'll be forever grateful. Yes, yes, the general consensus is "Anong trabaho mo diyan?" Even Ms. Martha flat out told me to my face, "Are you sure?" with a worried expression when she saw my first choice in my UP app (ehem, Art Studies). But I don't want to give up on our country's dwindling, virtually non-existent media-independent culture. And if no one will take me in, as my cousin currently studying opera singing in Italy advises me, I shall go to Europe where art is life. Or just end up in a call center where, according to Vicky, all the great minds of my generation go.

So you guys just bookkeep accounts, build your corporate enterprises, and do whatever it is you love because I'm fine, really. And there's this ingenious thing called "shifting" which all colleges have. It's a lovely system, definitely worth looking up.

Dilemma #3: La Salle (or "I haven't written anything on my app form, part deux")
La Salle is very tricky. It's more a Church of Business than of anything else. I've been fumbling with the viewbook for ages now, browsing and taking in every word. But... what to take? I've slashed off the possibility of majoring in Industrial Management Engineering Minor in Information Technology or anything of that sort. I mean, I can't even grasp the title.

And La Salle is even trickier because of the extensive list of choices. Like if you want to take Economics, they can ask you: Do you want Applied Economics or just Economics? And then: You can pair that with Applied Corporate Management, Business Management... the list goes on. Under my sister's friend's advice, I want to take a LIA-COM 5-year course. Because I'm just so in love with education that way.

• AB major in Communication Arts and BS in Advertising Management
• AB major in Communication Arts and BSC in Legal Management
• AB major in History
• AB in Philippine Studies major in Filipino Mass Media
• BS in Economics and BS in Business Management
• BS in Economics and BS in Advertising Management
• BS in Economics and BS in Applied Corporate Management
• BS in Applied Corporate Management
• BS in Business Management
• BS in Advertising Management
• AB in Philippine Studies major in Filipino Mass Media and BS in Advertising Management

This is notedly worse than my Ateneo list. And yeah, only La Salle can strip me of my hippie-ness. That's just how it's done. La Salle is in need of only three choices. This is getting harder and harder by the minute.

Dilemma #4: DLS-CSB (or, "To apply or not apply, that is the question")
I'm against the fence on whether or not I should still bother applying to DLS-CSB. On one hand, if I apply and fail miserably at the ACET and the UPCAT, I can still pursue my annoying insistence on the arts. On the other hand, it has a wayward reputation, that is another application fee to pay, and the odds of me being able to afford going there is like if Dan Radcliffe flies to the Philippines to see my sister (okay, okay the odds of me being able to afford CSB is staggeringly higher than that, but still.) But back to the positive hand, I may just be able to quality for a scholarship here. I can feel it.

For the sake of completion, here's a list:

• AB in Arts Management
• AB major in Consular and Diplomatic Affairs
• BS in Hotel, Restaurant and Institution Management

I have this screwed up dream of being a chef with credit to the Pixar film, Ratatouille. I just felt the need to explain myself.

The End
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What's going on?

This Week: Sir Z is off doing post-wedding stuff, so he isn't around school to teach us about Article VI - VIII. :( Sad face.

Monday - I passed the Debate Team screening administered by members of the UP Debate Society (!!!). Not bad, eh? Not bad at all considering I never thought I'd make it. Seriously, my motion was pretty crappy. "THBT social networking sites should be banned." I thought I went around and around the topic like a broken record. Apparently not, seeing as how I passed. Yay to me! :D

Okay, this is totally contradictory to the post just below this one. But try-outs were held on Monday instead of Thursday because of the suspension of classes.

Tuesday - Because Sir Z is out of commission, this week our class was subbed by Mrs. J, or Ms. R as I knew her back in 2nd year. She's... quite something. :)) Oh, and I found out that the Conference Room has been revamped with new paint, and an organizational structure chart with pictures--my classmates ogled at it for a good 10 minutes. And there are now two overhead air conditioners, so it's no longer hot in there. Plus the table with the stripper hole in the middle has lost its stripper hole. It's just a table now. Shame.

Oh, and Ms. Calero gave me a star! It's for the Take 10 from 2 weeks ago, which I only saw last Tuesday because I was flu-infested for the entire week last week. Okay, this is such a shallow thing to write about. :)) But I love my star. Haha.

Wednesday - 2 weeks ago, I auditioned to be a writer for the Theresian magazine. The challenge was writing a piece about A(H1N1) and somehow finding a way to connect it to the Theresian community (yes, they actually used the term "Theresian community"). I wrote down everything Sir Z (God bless him!) ever said about A(H1N1). So I guess it's no surprise I got in as a newswriter. And no, Daryll, newswriters aren't lowly scum under features writers just because Belay is a features writer. It's not my fault she doesn't listen to Sir Z. Hmph. :))

Thursday - I don't believe anything special happened on Thursday, except for the Rel video shoot which wasn't specially special anyway. I came to school with my squatter clothes in a paper bag. :)) Because that's my role in the video, "squatter". (Aren would say something smart like, "They're called 'informal settlers'!"). Julia was a rapist. Cris was a rapee. =)) I'm not laughing because I think rape or the plight of the urban poor is funny. I'm laughing because I'm immature. :)) Next.

We didn't finish the video inside Ms. Tsaby's allotted time frame so we had to go overtime, which was a problem since Belay had an RDK thing. (And duh, RDK things take foreverrrr). We dropped the squatter theme (it's super cliche anyway) and just went with an intro in our school uniform.

Friday - I was absent due to "exhaustion". And I shanghaied my sister's The Graveyard Book because I thought she was done reading it. And because I like to read things when I'm sick. (Last week, it was Bea's sister's copy of Stephen Chbosky's The Perks of Being a Wallflower) Apparently not. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hate it when people read my books before I do too. She's probably super pissed at me. I don't mind. Isn't the first time, wouldn't be the last time.

And the PC's monitor exploded or something. Now it's just the laptop, plus three people. :-\ You can just imagine... Oh, and I missed my First Ever Debate Team Meeting. :( Sad face.

Highlight of the Week: I found out I'm number 51 in a batch of 284. Like I said, not bad at all.

Three weeks into school and I've already been asked to go home!? I have flu. Does this mean I can't audition for Debate anymore? How fair is that, it's not my fault I'm sick!

:( Sad face.

Ms. Ilano dropped the Musical Play Consisting of Excerpts from Popular Musicals/Movie-Musicals. Instead, she's asking us to create an original work. As in an original (albeit jukebox) musical! Bring out your Ricky Lee Scriptwriting guides, everyone. I sense great fun coming this way.

I'm being overexcited, of course.I mean, this thing is months and months away. But why not throw ideas around anyway?

Here's the thing: Some of the most successful musicals ever have downright weird stories. Case in point: A tale of vaudeville-aspiring murderesses in Chicago; A deformed genius living in the sewers of the Paris Opera in Phantom of the Opera; A bunch of druggies in the Alphabet City in Rent; and puppets talking (nay, singing!) about real life in Avenue Q.

So time to think of something wild and crazy for this project. I'm so ready to create a Lines, Vines and Trying Times-structured musical. :))

I don't know if it's the new school schedule, my bangs, my tendency to read and re-read all the Regulus parts in HBP and DH (I'm sick, I know!), or my new Economics teacher, but I have a breakout. As in, acne. It's gross. I don't know why the hell I'm writing it right now, but I guess it's to compensate for the stagnant inactivity that has been my blog for the past week.

I'm not really feeling school. I mean, I've never felt it, but at least I still have my grips on straight on the requirements thing. So far, at least. I have some scary teachers (name-dropping is a low activity, so I'd rather not). But JSYK, there are three very scary teachers. I'll let you guess who they are.

I'm going to ramble on stupidly for 10 minutes. I just decided that a minute ago. So at 2:03, I should be done with this entry. Yes, it's the crack of dawn. I fell asleep from 5-something PM to 11 PM, so I don't really know when I'm going to fall asleep.

I realize this won't be very CWJ-ish without a topic. Yesterday, (or 2 days ago rather, since it's already Saturday in theory) Ms. Callero asked us "If I were a color, I would be ______." I answered that I would be one of those strange colors found only in a 100 Crayola box set like "midnight moon" or "seafoam". It's a great intro, but I didn't really stick with it very well because we only had 10 minutes to write and Ms. Callero insisted that our pens never leave the filler paper. And I hate that, because if you do that, you're left with unintelligble crap like this blog entry. :( There's no structure to it, and I like structure. Structure is good. I think my Physics teacher's OCD is rubbing off on me.

In the middle of the essay (BTW, I don't know why I'm starting a new paragraph either!), I literally had to write "Okay, that line of reasoning was stupid. I really have run out of ideas." (Because before we started the Take 10--clever name, huh?--she said we had to write 'I've ran out of ideas' if we ran out of ideas). Aren told me she had written crap about American Idol. :)) Structure-obsessed as I am, I tried to stay on-topic and I didn't write down all the crap spinning in my head about Spock and Obi-Wan Kenobio (separately, and not necessarily in that order).

Wow, I have 3 minutes to go and ramble on still. :( What to write about?

Nick Jonas is freaking amazing. :)) He might be the ugliest Jonas (stop denying it, the guy looks a bit smashed), but he's got the most talent. And who needs looks when you've got talent, right Joe? Okay, Joe has both. More of looks than talent. But he still has talent (damn good at the tambourine, he is). But Nick's got more talent.

2 minutes to go...

I've been reading Black family fan fics, deviating from just the usual Marauder stories. Yes, I'm talking about HP, of course. I'm kind of in love with Regulus Black, which is so wrong. :)) miyukaii  can have Sirius. Nobody wants Regulus anyway, so he's mine. Wow, this is so malabo.

What else? I hate madeuplies  and oh_so_risque  right now for reasons that shall not be disclosed here. :)) (GUYS, THAT MEANS YOU CAN'T COMMENT ON IT HERE, M'KAY? GOD, I REALLY HATE YOU AREN. THINKING BACK, I SHOULDN'T HAVE TALKED TO YOU AT ALL AT CWJ)

And it stops here, folks. See, Ms. Callero? Unintelligible crap. :( I'm really upset with my self if this is the best I can do. Damn, I really should have picked a topic.

EDIT/ If you've read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, I sound like Christopher when I'm rambling on, don't I? If you're unfamiliar with it, here's all you need to know: Christopher is autistic. Damn, I knew I had an underlying mental condition of some sort. That may be why I have a thing for Regulus Black and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (Ugh, no, not Voldemort, I'm not that sick).

Okay, so I don't--and really, can't--hate Roger Federer because it appears I am ingrained with Nadal-like graciousness deep inside me after all. No matter how much I say I hate him, I don't, because he's the reason I'm watching tennis in the first place. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to fall in love with Nadal, Murray, and of course, Boyfriend Delpo. (I think I can say his name now :)) ) So like Boyfriend, I'll be rooting for Federer in the finals too. :D He deserves to be jotted down in history. And he's the second most gracious guy on tour (after Rafa, of course.)

Like Delpo, though, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. He was, really, centimeters close to reaching that final. Plus he walked out of the court sort of crying, so yeah, my poor little heart kind of broke.

On the bright side: Delpo is no longer Fed's bitch. That job is left to A-Rod alone now. Have fun, A-Rod.

In case you still doubt his very much in tact manhood, here's the score: 63 67 (2-7) 62 16 46

Another bright side: Bea gets Php 1000 from her mom thanks to Fed. :)) Have fun, Bea dear.

To end in a funny note, it's so cute he's still planning to watch the final on TV just because it's Fed. :)) Maybe he isn't Fed's bitch anymore, but there's a lingering mancrush in there somewhere, I just know it.

Mandy fell to Gonzo, 63 36 60 64. (I cannot believe Mandy bageled!) Well, you know, at least he reached the Quarter's. :D You know me, always looking for a bright side. And congrats to Gonzo for the Semi! Great game, shame I couldn't finish it since my mom forced me to sleep already :-/.

And here is all that is left of my widget:
Go, Boyfriend. Take it as far as you can go! Until, you know, you fall to your man crush. I'll still love you though, no worries. Boyfriend faces Tommy Robredo next, whom he likes to refer to as a "clay court specialist". Man crush 2 perhaps?

Speaking of man crush, click here. It'll make you smile and you'll thank me for it later.

1 man standing in my faves, and 1 man standing of the Big Four. I'd say "Go Fed", but he has a lot on his side already. He can do without me.

I end with a quotation from Boyfriend's "Up Close and Personal" interview:OCD Boyfriend. :)) FLOVE. :">

OH. MY. GOD. I am too pained to even attempt to look for pictures of this match...

Ex-boyfriend Rafa crashes out of the Francois Open c/o Mssr. Robin Soderling. (No idea if my French was correct there or not, BTW).

Rafa, darling, how did this happen? I let my mind drift out of tennis for 1 day (WELL, THANKS A LOT, STAR TREK!) and you don't even make it to RG quarters? What Satanic pagan magic could do this!?

Nole was outed yesterday. And now Rafa is out. And only 1/2 of the Big Four is still on. This is probably the most bizzaro Grand Slam everrrr. Who's going to win now? First Tennis Boyfriend Fed? Mandy?

Or even...?

I don't want to say Boyfriend's name, I might jinx his chances with Sexy Mssr. Tsonga today. But as the 'best of the rest', World No. 5, he really has a chance in this.

Goodnight, Rafa. And Good luck, Boyfriend.

And because I really can't help myself, Live Long and Prosper!

I've been meaning to express my opinion regarding the highly televised, Ely Buendia-backed Ako Mismo campaign for a while now, and I even have several Notepad drafts on the topic. I've been putting a lot of effort into making a great post about my thoughts on this campaign and other "I" campaigns targeted towards the youth (eg. I am Ninoy and the like), but unfortunately, the quality of said Notepad drafts have been a great vexation for me. Thank God because after almost a month of not visiting my favorite blog, I decided to visit it hoping to find a bit of inspiration. But I found a lot more than just that, because lo and behold my favorite blogger, Bikoy Villanueva of Bikoy.net, already has 2 (really, really, really) great posts about the Ako Mismo campaign up, and almost literally took the words I wanted to express out of my mouth.

Read the entries! Click, click, click!

• On "Ako Mismo" and
• Tayo ang Pagbabago

I really suggest you don't skip out on this part. After all, said blogger is a student from the UP College of Law and can articulate opinions better than a hormonal incoming 4th year high school girl who is only just coming to grips with her activism.

So from this part on, basically, I'll be doing nothing else but repeating what Mr. Bikoy already stated, albeit in a less articulate manner. (This is why you should REALLY, REALLY read those entries!)

Before anything else, the embedded video bellow is what I will be referring to, so watch it now if you haven't already:


( Just what was inside those Notepad drafts? )

What do you guys think of the Ako Mismo campaign? Express your opinions even if they go against mine, that's your right.:D Go ahead, share your thoughts. :P This is the first serious entry I've had in forever.

PS: Thank you, Mr. Bikoy for reminding me why I belong in UP.

ARRRGGHHH.

I hate Math.
I hate Math.
I hate Math.
I hate Math.
I hate Math.
I hate Math.
I hate Math so bloody much.

And all of you are so lucky I just read a Harry Potter fan fic and am therefore more inclined to British English expressions, otherwise, that "bloody" might have been something else entirely. Hmph.

This is me, ranting, when I'm supposed to be reviewing for tomorrow's mock ACET in the little horrible world that is LSC. At this point, as much as I am honestly, sincerely, trying to force my brain to please be interested in radical functions and logarithms, it really, really won't participate. Not that I blame it at all, when it knows it could be enjoying watching sexy, internally-conflicted Sylar in Heroes S3E04, or could be browsing dA senselessly (NO, I DO NOT SEARCH FOR HETALIA FANART!!!!!). So even though I have all the proper educational websites opened, I also have one tab that has Aren's LJ open (yes, I'm making up for not commenting in forever--please ignore the fact that I'm being sneaky about it and have only recently just got around to it when I'm avoiding doing something else).

Did I mention sexy, internally-conflicted Sylar in just, like, a sando thing? Sylar, who looks so much like Boyfriend Delpo? In a sando thing? UGH, I don't want to take the entrance exams anymore! Please, just let me watch Heroes!

But, no. Thank God, for He hath still created a sensible side of me, despite making me as lazy as a damn sloth. (This is a joke, btw, I have no one to blame for myself for being as lazy as a damn sloth. Sorry for dragging God into it, Vicky). This is my *future* we're talking about. You know, the less societally-shunned but relatively more fear-inducing f-word. A BFA Art Management degree from *cue maarte accent* The Ateneo can land me a job in the Ayala Museum. Which, in case you don't know about my fondness towards museums, is kind of a dream of mine.

So give me a few more minutes of internal debate (Look, Sylar, I'm internally-conflicted too!). Let the Sloth and the Sensible One throw each other a few swings before the Sensible One talks the Sloth to boredom and finally concedes to reviewing the whole damn LSC math curriculum (yeah, there's a Math Comprehensive too.. am I the only one kind of pissed there isn't an English comprehensive?) OMG, why am I speaking of myself like I'm Harvey Dent? Or maybe even a screwed up, three-sided Harvey Dent?

MY SISTER'S SHOES ARE LIKE, SO PRETTY. LIKE JAN DI'S SHOES, THE ONES THAT BROKE LEADING JI HOO TO BUY HER A NEW PAIR. Hahaha, I don't know why I just typed that in all caps.

Alright, FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. I'll study na. UGH. First, let me erase images of sexy, internally-conflicted Sylar in a sando thing from my head.

Happy thoughts.

Scratch that. I'll just go with Boring thoughts.

Off to hit the books now. Which is, like, a euphemism for "hitting the hay" *wink, wink*. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Hey, that had a figure of speech, which qualifies for reviewing in English. HAHAHA.

Bye, crew. ;-)

Watch this show. It's so... weird. In a good Haruki Murakami way.

It's called Hetalia: Axis Powers. Basically, each country that played some part in WWII gets its (his/her?) own character and gets to squabble with its allies and enemies. And, ah, not-squabble too. *hem hem*

TOP: ALLIED FORCES - England (believes in unicorns and can't cook), America (writes his allies off as his "support" and eats tons and tons of burgers), Russia (is sweet but is mentally disturbed, like, really disturbed), France (manwhore. What else?)

BOTTOM: AXIS POWERS - Germany (all bossy and war-minded), Japan (is easily culture shocked and only talks when he deems it necessary), Italy (artsy gourmet who knows nothing of war but surrendering).

I stayed up at around 1:20 AM-ish just to reach episode 15. It's all good fun, especially when some scenes pop up and then you silently exclaim to yourself because SIR REHOY SO TAUGHT US THAT. Hahaha.

Alright, alright, maybe I'm a bit late with this thing. But remember I don't really like anime save for a few. This one is definitely one of those few.

So this post didn't make any sense. I'm off!

Because I can. Probably only my sister will care, but whatevs.


Also cute: Jamie & Andy Murray (those unkempt British guys who can't drive), Gilles Simon (the one who said "Astin Martin" straight away without any explanation), and JMDP.

Super Sexy: Jo Tsonga and voice. Damn the French!

( Continue to Jonas commentary... )

*Bow*

PS: I had a nightmare about a Siberian tiger attacking me. Just thought I'd share it, it was definitely worse than the Jane Fonda ones.

...would you admit me?

I've had apprehensions about applying to Ateneo for ages now. I want to apply to Ateneo. I'm not daft enough to not to want to apply. Just call it nerves. I'm afraid of not qualifying. It's silly, I know, considering I won't even know whether or not I'll qualify if I won't apply in the first place. But I don't want to go into it as a "try" thing. As Yoda wisely advised Luke in Empire Strikes Back, "Do or do not. There is no try." If I'm going to apply, I want to know that I at least have a chance of actually qualifying.


Now... will you? And I don't want the "pasang awa" thing, I want an honest opinion. Is it okay-lang, or sort of good enough that I just might qualify for a scholarship if I present a dramatic enough sob story? (Wala akong pang-Ateneo. Sad, right?)

PS: If you actually solved for the values in red, go here and look "sarcasm" up.

I've never been a big poetry fan. However, If by Rudyard Kipling is one of those rare poems that can inspire without confusing, that is worth-reading despite having no relations whatsoever about romantic love (which, by the way, is how most teenagers gauge "worth-reading"). Yes, I have a shallow view of literature, but I plead 15 years old.

PS: How cute is Rafa? :))

Inspired from the folks over at sobi_fans (Star Wars dorkville over there, be careful), here's to James and Lily Potter for making the whole story possible to begin with. Gah, I love them so much! Another reason why the Marauders era is so much cooler than Harry and the Kids anyway. It's pretty hard to explain, but all you need to know is that I randomly selected word prompts that sort of "inspire" each sentence. And yes, most of them aren't one sentences at all, more run-ons, but I hope I can get away with that.

These are random peeks at scenes in the lives of James and Lily. There isn't a particular straight timeline to follow, so it's just random and scattered, but I hope you will still understand it. Needless to say, you must've read Harry Potter to be familiar with what I'll be prattling on about under the cut. Watching the movies just isn't enough.

Another thing you must know beforehand, it's been a long time since 3rd grade, so forgive any mistakes I might have made and do not hesitate to correct me.

( Through the years, he had proclaimed his love for her a total of 892 times... )

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I know that the articulation of this entry itself pretty much sucks, but please forgive me just this once, my creative juices have been all used up for writing 15 run-on sentences about James and Lily Potter.