STRONGHOLD

November 25th, 2006 by es2pido

I was lucky to have enrolled with full academic scholarship two weeks
ago (though ironically I have to pay a thousand pesos–full academic
scholarship, huh?) According to my astrological profile, this month is sweepingly devastating for finances.

INSUFFICIENT FUNDS

How I wish I can search for the Gameshark codes of "Unlimited Money" in Gamefaqs.com tweaking my PS game called "Fate".

My
younger brother, Henry (haven’t told you about him? I’m second among my
three brothers; Henry’s third) has to stop schooling for a year. I
asked him why he insists. We cannot afford to enroll us all,
he said. Besides, we have to pay for the grandiosity of my Kuya’s
nursing curriculum where we have to allot a whopping 20 thou for his
Nursing exam review next month, enough for me to buy a new Smartphone
which I broke last month (thank you =_=). I cannot afford to compromise
his schooling–Philippine Nautical Technological College strictly
implements regular-enrolled students. That is, Henry has to wait until
the second semester next year for him to enroll in the regular
curriculum.

I envy Henry for not being indulged to loads of
academic requirements where twenty pages is the least amount of paper
to review for a short quiz. But I am so frustrated.

I was
surprised–ultimately–to receive the grades from our instructors. I’ve
been delinquent and irresponsible, but I was lucky to have accumulated
a GPA of 1.46. Full academic scholarship starts from 1.5 for a 24-unit
semester.

It could have been better if my one half cup of
disinterest in my course and two tablespoons of diluted laziness and
chopped cramming were cooked properly.

MCOM 22 - Communication Theories - 1.50

I communicate a lot, not with other people but with my subconscious. Don’t ask me how, but I know I can.

I
never reached all our MCOM sessions on time. Thirty minutes late is my
Filipino time, and our intelligent professor got used to it. I used to
make absences, but I didn’t fail. I love misplacing all my handouts,
and everything I know about this subject is everything that I only
understood. Reviewing my photocopied handouts made me sleepy in all our
unholy hours.

I guess our professor thinks I am smart.

FAVC 2 - Basic Photography - 1.25

I
know I can handle my SLR camera very well. In this subject, I crammed.
But I didn’t have the nerve to cheat even if all our deadlines were the
last hours of my life. Honestly.

Issues about some of my
classmates’ photos resided after my classmate created a documentation
candidly revealing how my classmates acquired their exposures–sharing
extra photos for those who lacked. But one thing was revealed to
me–someone actually got pictures from a photo studio and claimed it as
hers (very abhorring to me–I detest that act… gagawin ang lahat para lang magka-uno >:-(  )

Because
of that, our beloved professor (she’s so respectable and kind and
loving, we even made her a cartoon portrait with her body resembling
Danaya of Encantadia in her birthday) was disappointed. She cried for
so much heartfelt disrespect in her profession as a teacher. She
required each and every one to write a confession whether we cheat our
photos or not. And we understand. We love her. We cannot afford to
disappoint her more.

SOSC 6 - Rizal - 1.50

What?
1.5? Where the hell our instructor based my grade as 1.5? And someone
not deserving got 1.25 because she used to make fun of our instructor
all the time? The nerve… he didn’t even looked on his class records
to compute our grades. Brr.

CISM 60 - Visual Basic - 1.25

Ok.
I never reviewed all my handouts. Everything was spontaneous. I passed
all my hands-on exams. I always finish first in our drills. I didn’t
get high grades in objective tests, but my professor gave me 1.25.
(evil laugh)

CISM 65 - Management Information System - 1.75

I
solely not comment on this one. First, our professor teaches this
subject for the first time. Second, she’s not a good teacher (but she’s
compassionate, but not a good teacher). Third, she follows her
curriculum strictly. I topped the class with this grade. I have nothing
else to say (burrp!)

CISM 70 - Data Management - 1.25

I
love Ma’am Nosa. We all love Ma’am Nosa. And you don’t know her. She’s
practically not making all her explanations hard to digest. I mean,
we’re Mass Comm students but IT language is Martian (except for me.
Lol). But she made it easier for us. We understood her subject very
well. She’s been very generous in giving us more time to conduct our
case studies.

I impressed our instructor and the rest of the IT
faculty in our case defense. Actually, your truly is the only one who
spoke eloquently and intelligibly for the group because I am the only
one who created the documentation. And we got the highest grade. Haha.
Storm signal no. 5.

JOURN 55 - News Writing - 2.00

Nah, Jun del Rosario was guessing.

FOLA 1 - Nihongo - 1.25

I didn’t fail his exams. I bested. And I didn’t make sipsip (because someone does… we all know about it. Haha.)

ENGL 6 - Speech Communication - 1.50

Our
instructor loves me. Haha. He just loves me how I speak. I never got
serious in his subject, but he loves me. I didn’t review his handouts,
but he loves me. I got high grades. And his highest is 1.50. He really
loves me.

But I hate his diction.

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PACMAN packs for politics?

That
would be the most stupid thing he has ever planned. If he does have the
plan or he just made his responses to our exaggeratedly super-excited
media of pseudo-humility and coy.

And the Atienzas? Kiss Lito
Atienza’s son’s ass, Pacquiao. They are using your fame, Pacquiao. I
know you are not stupid. Or maybe I am wrong.

Father? Father his
ass. Can’t you see Singson and Atienza dogging you since you won over
Morales? And they don’t act as your second fathers. They just want you
to be their wife.

You wave your hands and they do the same, even
if they didn’t contribute greatly in your fights but to influence other
gamblers to bet millions for you. They ride the same cars and glitter
on the same motorcade like Precious Lara Quigaman even if they don’t
have bruises on their freakin’ monstrous faces like yours.

And
Arroyo? Ha, the nerve to act more like Boy Abunda to chit-chat with you
than our Vice President who smirks each question. Showbiz. Can’t you
see her pretenses?

Your popularity has been dwelt by macaroons
of politicking and opportunity-taking of their incumbency. Hellouer?
That son of Atienza (who looks like a squid) wearing the same gay red
polo and braargh, the leis he placed on you before you reached the
lower grounds of NAIA? Blasphemy. Super gay. And nakilandi ka naman,
Packy?

You swore not to run, Pacquiao. Or else, you’ll never see
us patronizing you as one of our fellow countrymen who wished politics
would turn your multi-million assets times two.

Screw you, Pacman for being stupid like Fernando Poe Jr.

Categories: Personalan, Pulitikahan

UN-FRIENDSTER

August 20th, 2006 by es2pido

If it happens that you’re able to read this sentence, you’re still my friend.

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Smiley
Well, out of the blue, I’ve deleted a significant number of so-called
‘friends’ in my Friendster account. As if I have a lot of these
so-called ‘friends’ in my account where invitations made out of the
blue, too. Retribution, I guess ^_^.

Just to make it clear, for
those who’ve added me in their list (especially those who have know me
personally), just check your account if my name is not in your list
anymore. That explains unwell.

If you want to add me, search my
whole name in Friendster. That is, if I have the freakin’ normal mind
to do such. Just kidding myself.

I’m so happy that, eventhough ironic to its advocacy of socializing
online, Friendster gave me the opportunity not to make friends with
so-called friends for good.

PAGTATANTO

August 19th, 2006 by es2pido

BE WARNED: This blog is basically just a clone of my original online journal My Asiatic Blog. Should you wish to visit my site complete with my super delicious layout and exquisite social lambasting, visit me here. Ok? Hahaha.

Back to my most recent post ^_^.

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Another Tagalog term I’ve just learned.

I’m not used to ‘recall
my earlier post’, yet there’s one thing that I’ve just realized after
these tremendously decapitating weeks of overspending and backstabbing.

Some Average-Joe-by-Y-Not-first-liner girl of the blogosphere claims that I have ‘anterograde amnesia’. I realized—I really have.

All
thanks to Extra Joss. This energizer has burped my useful neurons into
shammies clinically. Now, I am having problems with my temporal lobe…

Please join my advocacy. SAY NO TO EXTRA JOSS.

I
just love it when female bloggers visit me. *chuckles *wink *wink.
Burp. Love it when they place my name within their posts while I’m
drinking my favorite mango Juice.

Some, well, err– just can’t stop boggling my mind.

I felt so inadequate a few hours after I finished typing my previous article for Wednesday.

I
intentionally rented a PC in a computer center nearest to an eatery
where CvSU student drunkards usually meet-and-greet-and-*toot.

I recently am trying to keep myself hidden behind the clouds–thus, the Wednesday post.

I was being convinced by *someone to cooperate with them and oblige the position as the CEGP coordinator of Cavite.
But after long weeks of obscurity, I was still found by this *someone
inside the canteen while I was blabbing about the mysteries of social
climbing and ukay-ukay get-up identification.

"I’ll meet you at your boarding house…"

I dumbfoundedly replied, "Not sure if I’ll come. Might be late…"

He persists. "I’ll make it around 7 pm…"

I
nodded as if I was not thinking religiously. Luckily I didn’t give him
a hint that our classes in Speech Communication would have a super
short orientation for the Thursday GMA7 exposure trip.

Then to
add my diversionary scheme, I expensively surfed/blogged for 4 hours
straight just to make sure *he will not catch me meddling inside our
ghost-infested apartment.

It’s dark already. I was so glad to pay a hundred pesos on the counter.

Since
our apartment is a 1-km walking-distance area from the internet center,
I walked along the roadsides towards our house, ensuring that *he would
not took notice of my evening existence in Indang.

But *he has a keen eye…

Some
brusque long-haired man 10 meters away from me loudly jumped out of the
jeep without thinking he might kill himself. It was dark, then, but his
stance is very familiar.

It’s *someone.

I had no choice… I had to talk to him–for the second freakin’ time.

OMFG… I forgot the words I supposed to type.

Sorry… my short term memory loss is tingling me…

"Hindi ko po kaya. Hindi po talaga…" is all I can remember after taking us 2 hours of cyclical dialectical communication.

Will
tell you about our Exposure Trip in GMA7 where we audienced SiS
Thursday Live telecast and Imelda Papin Episode, and Debate With Mare
and Pare soon after I put my pea-sized brain back to my medulla
oblongata.

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I’m not being Asiatic anymore. I want to change my header. Estupidormitarian.

I want to change my URL. es2pido.blogspot.com.

I’ll inform you as soon as I have finished my customization.