Ramble

I don't seem to have anything particularly profound to write (but that's nothing new really) maybe I should ransack a Buddhist temple for some profundity. I don't know why, but they seem like the kind of people who'd have a lot of it, what with all the meditating they do. They're probably hiding it somewhere in a big vault behind the large, ever present stone Buddha. yeah...

I can see it now...

I sneak in in the middle of the night wearing all black and a sock over my head (you know the stretchy see through-ish kind? cuz well I don't have a proper ninja costume for slinking or a ski mask... and even if I did know where to get one, why would I get something that I'm probably only ever going to use once eh?) And of course I trip some sort of chi powered laser line and then all the monks jump out from shadows that I didn't even know were there and the wind (that only just showed up for special effects purposes) blows at their flowy orange robes, lifting up the hems just enough to reveal those cool looking monk issue sandals that have, for the purpose of kicking my ass, been fitted with poison cleated soles (O.o) Then like some Chinese epic movie they all jump into the air and start screaming Hiiiiiyyyaaaaa! or any number of monkish things... like Ohhhmmmm or sharabalahoohhhaaaahuum.... but the last two don't exactly sound very menaci9ng so they'll probably stick with Hiiiiiyyyaaaaa... And for the nth time this sem I will have wished I took some p.e. other than swimming.. In this particular case running would have been far more useful.

Speaking of swimming...

have you ever wondered how long it takes to scramble out of a pool, grab your clothes from the bleachers, run into the changing room, strip, change, run back out, grab all your stuff and then brisk walk (as if there's energy for anything more than that after 45 minutes of effort full splashing around in cold chlorinated water) from the covered courts to SOM 211?
The answer is 16 God awful minutes.
And after all that I, dripping, bedraggled and obviously TIRED, have an hour and a half with this lovely old woman who upon closer inspection is maliciously vindictive and says hoooookaaaayyy a lot more than I think is allowable for anyone to say in a hour and a half's belligerent bludgeoning of students with hell's pet project known as Accounting.
Her name is Venus Ibarra and I hope that one day she will die a slow and painful death. maybe someone can stake her with an icicle of holy water eh?

It's not that I particularly hate the subject, but I'd be lying if I told you I enjoyed it. (It's probably such a big lie that I could get shunted off to hell right now If I say it) Accounting isn't pure evil. just highly concentrated. It isn't something that you hate but more of something that scares the shit out of you. Something that inspires terror in the hearts of, well relatively, innocent SOM students. which makes Ibarra more or less the BMH equivalent of the boogie man.

But at least my other teachers don't bear quite as strong a resemblance to hell's spawn as she does. I am afraid of my Filipino teacher but that's really mostly because he's my Filipino teacher. And anyway he looks more like Stanely Tucci than hell's spawn. (If you squish the face horizontally I'll bet you can see it.. and no its not just because they're both bald.)

Side notes:

• Applied for heights yesterday, interview went pretty well :D yay!

• 97% sure someone stole my USB (brand new, 4 gig with the scans of my heights application art in it and one of my pretty shoelaces as a strap) form RSF :o Pakshit.
• missed my NSTP Orientation :\ uhhrrrmmm
  
• Almost done with Good Omens :) weeeeehhhh
  
• Almost have FMA the movie in my possession :O mahhhhh gaaaaaaahhhd!!!!
• My laptop is acting up (why does all technology hate me?)

Kick ass summer

I haven't posted in a looong time and my system is starting to get clogged from all the words piling up around in my brain. I learned so much over the summer and there are all these new ideas that pop up and are bouncing around in my noggin starting to spill out of my ears. I can honestly say that I've grown. Obviously not in the literal sense... or well technically at least not vertically literally cuz since I got home all my parents have been doing is feeding me, so possibly horizontal growth has been achieved but you know what I'm trying to say.
For all that it was hard, harrying and one of the most stressful times of my life (I didn't have time to post anything after that initial one 3 days into the foray) summer 2007 was good. I remember someone telling me not to take summer class this year and to cherish my last "official summer" but I'm so glad that I never got the chance to take his advice. I wouldn't exchange an 'official summer' for the one I had in a million years.
Things Ive done over the summer that made it possibly the best summer thus far:

1.I've made bundles of new friends: Particularly my summer Siamese twin Trish. It's pretty amazing how close you can get to someone when you see them every single day for a month and a half. It's also amazing how contagious my neuroticism is... Neither of us will ever be the same... sorry bout that Trish ;p
Plus there's all of my Fil12 blockmates. Again, amazing how close you get to people you see everyday for 6 weeks... not to mention bonding under pressure, and hooo boy was there a shit load of pressure. :) I just feel so warm and fuzzy inside thinking of these people. If I were black (which I apparently am not so forgive the following expression...) I'd be calling them all my homies :) props you all... yo
2.I've Aced 2 long tests on 2 hours of sleep:
Namely History and Filipino (well technically a B in Fil but with Capilos that's as good as it gets so I'd say that I aced it relatively speaking) I have never ever ever had to and have never ever ever studied for something like that before and it just makes me smile to think that I kicked ass on both of those tests. with the aid of coffee!!! wweeeeeehhh!!! hahahaha... I have drunk coffee... or at least, what passes for my definition of coffee... shut up Trish... (1 cup milk, 3 spoons sugar, and 1-2 spoons coffee :D lovely yes?)
3. Ive written a research paper... IN TAGALOG!:
Hell yeah!! And I am damn proud of that paper too!!! 10 whole frikkin pages of Tagalog practically all by yours truly (I was supposed to have a partner but he didn't turn out so well...) I slaved over that paper and Sir had better have given it a B. But his rating aside, I thought it was pretty damn good. The sense of accomplishment you get from doing something like this, conquering you fear and making peace with an old enemy (that would be Tagalog) gives any related endeavor a certain intrinsic value that, as such, cannot and should not be questioned.
4. I've actually earned my own money:
And that's a lot more than i know most of my peers have done. Not like for the whole summer but I actually did get my very first "job" :D I was commissioned by Walther to do a caricature of his family's European tour group and got paid 3,000.oo php for it. Imagine that! I'm actually amazed he paid me that much. O.o I would have been perfectly thrilled with half of that but oh mah gahd. :D being a stupid ass I didn't get a copy of what I drew but that doesn't change the fact that i did get paid for one of my drawings which is a huge deal for me.
and last but not least cuz I'm starting to feel the length of this post...
5. I have been inducted into the world of Dungeons and Dragons.
It is flat out cool. Dorks be ye who deny it! Just two sessions (which roughly translates to 16 hours... its an all nighter sort of thing you see) and I am officially hooked. I plan to download the PHB (DnD speak for the Official players hand book) off of the internet and read up on how to buff up my character. My overall goal is to turn my currently level 10 druid into a nuker. muwahahahaha.... I love my character. And i love my party mates :) well with maybe one or two possible exceptions but hey, you can't be expected to love everybody right? I'm actually itching for a session but the various members of the party have retreated to their respective provinces... we might try a ym session but I'm not to sure how that's going to play out.

:) Five official reasons (well official given that I'm the authority in question... but thats not really a statement you should be pilosopo-izing...) why my summer kicked ass... :() I'm not sure whose ass has been booted but my summer was kewl... oh yes it was :D