botched blog

that's what this is... plus, i have to use the on-screen keyboard coz the hardware's gone bonkers so that i don't have letters S and W...

sing with me:

Kita ta za izkina kay bangkahan tika, dia pa ko'y gamayng kuarta. Lambanog ang tirada, inamaong iztorya. Wa'y magbuot kung magunza ta. Tungod za hayag na buwan, di ta mahadluk muuwan. Bahala'g bizan aza mangatulog kay kita hubog... magzinggit-zinggit ta'ng duha, magzinggit-zinggit ta'ng duha....

Sleep well!

late into the morning

uh, i don't get up this early for any reason except to go somplace else and i'm home so therefore i haven't slept a wink. thanks to my bad tummy.

tuesday, i was out with highschool friend who visited from manila. dinner at sunburst, strawberry drink at bo's. home at 11, up at 10 am with a bad tummy. was supposed to spend the day with her but instead i was in bed, pretending i wouldn't get dehydrated without drinking or eating. so, that night (wednesday), i forced myself to eat and drank about 1.5 liters of water cos hydrite is way more gross.

thursday, i wake up kinda fine. good, i thought, cos i've class at 1 pm. early to school so i could eat lunch and i wasn't late as a bonus. dropped the "picket fence" through the motion sensor about 80 times, give or take some 20 failed trials, i began feeling sick in the pit of my stomach: nausea. great... by 3pm, i would gladly have puked except that pangit sa porma yan. so, class at 4, out at 5, i had to keep back the stuff down my throat. 5:30 someone suggests coffee for the trouble. 6pm, i finally get the coffee.

friday one am, i was still up. 2 am, getting bored, so i enroll in unlimited text, foward messages and well enough, someone was up. text, text, text... 3 am, we say good morning and goodnight, mwah, mwah. 4 am, my head is bursting with thoughts, sleep still errant. i turn on the PC, put together a "photojourn folio", made up cute titles for the pictures, played big kahuna reef. 6 am, i couldn't take it anymore.

i cooked pasta, tomato cream sauce, ate, having coffee, just finished first stick of yosi. now i'm full. and sleepy. and i can't afford that right now.

sigh!

Terms and Conditions

The following need not apply:

1. Responsibilty - you signed up for something so you ought to follow through;
2. Obligations - you didn't sign up for it but you have to do it anyway (sigh...);
3. Tikle Tests - I'm hooked;
4. Caffein overload - avoid, especially if you've got lots to think about;
5. Zippo lighter - not as reliable as I thought;
6. Extension / MRR - do not, I repeat, do not mess around;
7. HH - ask the driver if he has enough fuel; also, ask the driver if he has necessary change;
8. Physics - no-sweat for some, tough for some (I might have to buy a book);
9. Migraine - bad karma? more like stress and such; can also be overcome with antihistamines (I've yet to try that);
10. ALL OF THE ABOVE - gets me ranting and raving, whining and (almost) crying.

All's good except that there are days when NOTHING ever goes right!


PS: to top off my day (Tues, July 11), I was off to catch a jeep but it was full and, of course, left me to the mercy of the notorious HH drivers; this one had enough gas to get me to Mintal but things wouldn't be right if he didn't have change for twenty pesos. yari ka!

=p

tickle thingy again =)

Maita, you're a Sphinx!


You are a mysterious being, Lady Sphinx, distinguished by your deep wisdom, strength, and royal power. You've also got a special something that draws people to you — even if they can't explain why. Maybe it's because you're always immersed in thought, pondering everything around you — your music, the fashion scene, or the latest movies.

It's not that you need to be on top of everything, it's just that you prefer to walk a stable path through this life, and that's easier for you to do if you know what's goin' on. But beyond your keen awareness of the world, you also have a strong intuition — which is probably why friends and family think of you as such a sage goddess. This natural ability to just sense things makes you a great judge of character when meeting new friends, or attracting a new crush. So don't be afraid to use these otherworldly goddess powers to spark some love in your realm, Ms. Sphinx! Work that intrigue.

Your gifts make you alluring, but not too revealing. You'll always hold the secrets of life and keep 'em guessing. You've got plenty to show the world — so get out there and show them what you're made of!



What's Your Goddess Identity?

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PS: I took the exam again and this time, i'm a muse. Life can only be sweet at tickle...

tickle test

Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 17:45:05 +0100 (BST)
From: "DMM Verdote" View Contact Details
Subject: tickle test
To: "freeda ko"


my first color was red but then it didn't seem to be all me so i took it again, and i'm a blue.

so, am i feeler or thinker? an introvert or extrovert? would i rather play scrabble or truth-or-dare? would i prefer the company of few or just one? if lost, would i go where i feel like it or ask directions or actually have a map with me? i feel accomplished if and when one or more of the options happened in any given day. i have a general plan in life but i can't say i'll be there next year and so on (i mean, look at me, i still haven't graduated, d*mn it...) ngano man gud dili pwede mutubag ug "depende kinsa akong kauban". ;p

as for coffee, i'm the smooth kind, whatever that is, basta naay smoking area, ok na. hehe

back to duality, in highschool, we took personality exams, the kind where you use mongol #1 to fill in boxes (or was it circles?). i got a "somewhere in the middle" reading so that i'm supposedly phlegmatic-slash-melancholic.

sigh... the duality of nature (particularly my own) can be confusing but what the hack, at least i'm not boxed in. =)

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coffee, no tv

My coffee drink is Smooth...


Easy does it. That's how you (I) get through life. Not one to get caught up in silly dramas or frivolous gossip, you've (I've) got the grace and elegance to know what really matters. That's why your (my) signature coffee drink is as smooth and refined as you are.

Calm, cool, and oh-so-collected, friends know they can come to you (me) when they need a sympathetic ear and solid advice. You're (I'm) a natural when it comes to making friends — and keeping them — since you're (I'm) so trustworthy and real. With your (my) confidence and composure, you (I) can't help but be one smooth operator (how about that jaybs? wehehe! ;p) no matter what curveballs life throws you (me). And that's exactly what's going to take you (me) to the top. Stay cool!

What Kind of Coffee Drink Are You?

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Stuff like these makes us immodest, no? Cheers! =)

WOOF!

You're a Bernese Mountain Dog!


(this refers to me...)


No bones about it, you're a good-hearted, people-loving Bernese Mountain Dog. Down-to-earth and loyal, no one works or plays harder than you do. You put your nose to the grindstone when it really counts, but you never neglect your social calendar. Simultaneously strong and sweet, you're very tuned-in to the feelings and needs of the other dogs you run with. Without having to be asked, you always have a helping paw to lend and a sympathetic shoulder to lean on. "Communication" is your middle name, and when that's paired with your unswerving devotion, you get a breed that everyone respects and trusts. Woof!

What Breed of Dog Are You?

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March 21, 2006 (230-4pm)

stare blankly at the
confusion of numbers and
letters which is my calculus
exam, waiting for inspiration
to hit, waiting, waiting
not coming so i graph
the numbers, put them in
a concrete picture, hoping to
give form to the puzzle so
puzzling still waiting for
inspiration to hit, hit me
hard against the wall and
bash my brains out
keep the eyeballs intact to
see the purple of dusk
a couple of hours away

A Brand New Summer

March 3
The sun is out, the wind is warm, and the girls are in their summer-wear. The boys appreciate this: the good one (who, of course, are taken) also dress the part, the crude one leer or vocalize, while the nice ones are quite oblivious as they enjoy the blueness of the sky, the breeze ruffling their hair.


March 7
Ask me how a coral reef is formed, but please not the integral of -3 / (t+2) squared. I have to say the former has a bigger impact than the latter. And the rain pours down, down, down, dousing everything with moisture, dismaying the girl from Ipanema who goes walking on soft, squishy mud so that she doesn't see him as she passes by. La, la, la, la, la, la...

Thesis Writing

I always have big plans for blog write ups forgetting that i am too lazy and quite inept at tech-jazziness. Grissom said: "Our best intentions are often wrought with disappointments." (message from a bored Rommel-stuck-in-Cotabato-with-no-TV)

Like for this post, i was gonna put pictures to prove that thesis-writing makes people ugly, silly, and perpetually hungry (i'm taking a break from my "in the zone" time cos my stomach's acidity is too high --i think i fainted-- and the dang bread's still frozen cos we store it in the freezer. so...). Uhm, yeah, i lack, make that LACK the know-how for that.

Hunger makes me forget the profound stuff i was planning to write.

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Clues that i'm working on my thesis

ONE:
BIG backpack holds my pad of clean (Rx) paper, pages and pages of data, field notebook, readings, newly-bought kikay-kit-turned-pencil-holder, yosi, jacket (late afternoons at kanlu can be cool), umbrella (it rains sometimes), organizer (CHAR!) where i write dates of exams and such but do not chech anyway so i still end up forgetting i have one the following day. im too hungry to care if i missed anything.

TWO:
If you don't see my backpack, see if i've plugged my ears with earphones. It works two ways: if i need to concentrate and keep people from pestering me for lighter or yosi or stuff; and, it also gives the distraction i need when i'm too bored/tired/lazy to think.

THREE:
I hang around the canteen (i always do that) but not for Tambay101 but because they have food and coffee. (shhh... these days, coffee is my dirty-yummy little secret.)

FOUR:
Nobody can talk to me without me maneuvering the conversation to such talk as relative abundance, Hipposideros diadema and Ptenochirus jagori. That was Latin you know. ;p

FIVE:
I don't text back or if i do, it's hours later (if i remember) and i turn down invitations for BEER! (im sure it misses me too)

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For those writing or will write your thesis papers, be kind to yourself and make SEVERAL back ups. Diskette, CD, USB, whatever suits you. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND you send a copy to your own email. It'll save your skin.

SABLAY, here i come!!

Endorphines, Poverty, a Growing Pup, and Bad Weather

"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." --Maya Maugham

I don't know who on earth she is but Jutz sent me that quote and it stuck, plastered on my tongue. Who's to stop me if i complain anyhow? That's how everybody finds out about bits of evrybody else's life anyway...

Summer's nearly here. It ought to be anyhow, yet the weather's all f*cked up so we prefer (?!) to stay cooped up in our respective hearths and get bored until we feel the need to venture out and mingle with similarly runny nosed fiends. Erm, friends. I haven't a cold and that's good.

I originally wanted to post pics in my friendster account but the PC's bogged down cos my sister's downloading some stuff so she and her bf won't have to rent CDs or pay for a movie. (Jaybee would have sniffed and said "I smell poverteeee!" and dang, she's right. ;p)

My itchies are back. Thesis writing takes a lot out of me; analysis and sh*tty bats take the words right out of my head. i lug pencil and a pad of paper anywhere I go (yep, even in mcdo) in the hopes that inspiration and analysis will strike. Oh slap me, all i get is itchy. Sigh. On top of that, i promised my adviser I'd hand over a clean copy of my Results and Discussions on Monday. Deadline's Tuesday. Oh batty watty, take me away.

I need a massage, a week of warm weather at the beach, two nights of camping out, a two way ticket to Palawan and/or Dumaguete, my own sablay, and a bright red vox. Not in that particular order though.

The pup's growing up, still barks madly at the kitties, and finally gets hair evenly on his body. Crazy dog. SHUT UP PATCH!!

Endorphines, i need you oh so badly. I wanna climb the wall. Grrr...