It's nearing the end of April, and almost enrollment too. All over plurk, friends of mine are hoping that summer would end, and school come back--something completely opposite from what I was hoping for.
Just as Xela said in one of her journals on dA, "why can't there be 35 hours a day?" She said that after she mentioned that she's mostly reviewing half the day. And I was horrified. I haven't been reviewing at all.
The hardest exam is coming in on August, the one for UP. Needless to say, I haven't been doing much of anything yet.
Partly, I've used up April to rest; catching up on it is fundamental. I barely rest during the school year. I took time until the end of the Lenten season to take good long naps and also anime marathons with my sister: a sort of bonding we couldn't have during the school year.
I promised myself that I'll start studying once the Lenten season ends. Easter came, and I was prepared to hit the books...
...when suddenly...
my family asks me to go to Cebu City with them.
Nothing to argue about, Cebu City was a lovely trip. Not to mention, it was a great learning experience. I got to work as part of a secretariat team under my father's direction. And I finally understood what he does for a living.
My mom tells me it was a great OJT (On the Job Training) for my sister and me. I would have agreed, if it were not for the fact that I got paid for it.
It wasn't training--it was a job.
23.4.09
3.4.09
Academics
If you have read the last post, you would have learned that I have a fear of love. Basically, that's why I immerse myself in academics.
Academics, grades, etc. are purely numbers and words. They're measurable. Easy. So absolutely nothing compared to being human.
Being he best human in the world would require a full lifetime. Getting the best grades only requires ten months of a school year.
In any case, I'm talking in broken paragraphs. *dizzy* I've gone through major writing runs during the last week of March. School was already out, and all the students were enjoying summer. I, however, stayed after school hours on the last day of school, came to school on a Saturday after the last day, and came on a Monday too. And the week before that was just the same.
It was for the school publication. The senior staff we had this year was the best, I think. I personally think I could never forget the photos they took, the layouts the slaved over, the covers they prepared, the content they've produced.
Having them leave soon was like a nightmare to me. And for them to bequeath the role of top next year certainly did make me want to run to the sheets and hide. It made me work hard, over the fact that I have to learn whatever it is they're doing, before they leave.
OTHER than that, safe to say my grades were pretty okay. I had to make a grade out of a blank report card, otherwise, colleges wouldn't really take me in. What kind of college would accept a student who has a blank report card?
I was aiming for honors. And that was what I expected. And that was what I got.
Fantastic. Another goal achieved.
Next up would be college entrance.
It looks like I'm taking my books to summer.
I'll be studying for the entrance exams for UP (University of the Philippines), UST (University of Santo Tomas), Ateneo de Manila University, De La Salle University (DLSU), and Mapua (Whatever Mapua means. Hell is that even a word? Oh wait, it was apparently the name of their founder. *facepalm*)
To be honest, UST is my first choice, being cheaper than the rest, a Catholic college, well-known and what else--oh yes, it's one of the only two universities that have the course I want to take. DLSU is my next choice, as it has the course I want to take, however it is the most expensive university among them. I'll only consider this if I get a scholarship. Next is Mapua, simply because it's the engineering capital of all Philippine universities. And if my first plan doesn't work, I'll go ahead into geodetic engineering. Then Ateneo, mainly because it's a good university to get into.
And my last choice would be the largest, highest rated university in all of the Philippines, that its campus became a self proclaimed city: UP City. If you're wondering why I left it for last choice, it would be because it isn't a Catholic school. I wouldn't be able to join the CEAP-NCR CSL if I went into a non-Catholic university. And I woudln't get a theo-class either. Boo. Definite down side. Also, their facilities aren't that good. And if I want to study something that requires a laboratory, I could easily settle for La Salle or Ateneo.
And the crap they throw at me about how insane the profs there are: BOO. I don't care if you say that UP Studes can learn by themselves. What's the point of going to college then.
That is all for now. LOL. Sorry for those *ahem* people who go to UP. But really. I'd rather go to Miriam College >_> ...Eh, well.
Academics, grades, etc. are purely numbers and words. They're measurable. Easy. So absolutely nothing compared to being human.
Being he best human in the world would require a full lifetime. Getting the best grades only requires ten months of a school year.
In any case, I'm talking in broken paragraphs. *dizzy* I've gone through major writing runs during the last week of March. School was already out, and all the students were enjoying summer. I, however, stayed after school hours on the last day of school, came to school on a Saturday after the last day, and came on a Monday too. And the week before that was just the same.
It was for the school publication. The senior staff we had this year was the best, I think. I personally think I could never forget the photos they took, the layouts the slaved over, the covers they prepared, the content they've produced.
Having them leave soon was like a nightmare to me. And for them to bequeath the role of top next year certainly did make me want to run to the sheets and hide. It made me work hard, over the fact that I have to learn whatever it is they're doing, before they leave.
OTHER than that, safe to say my grades were pretty okay. I had to make a grade out of a blank report card, otherwise, colleges wouldn't really take me in. What kind of college would accept a student who has a blank report card?
I was aiming for honors. And that was what I expected. And that was what I got.
Fantastic. Another goal achieved.
Next up would be college entrance.
It looks like I'm taking my books to summer.
I'll be studying for the entrance exams for UP (University of the Philippines), UST (University of Santo Tomas), Ateneo de Manila University, De La Salle University (DLSU), and Mapua (Whatever Mapua means. Hell is that even a word? Oh wait, it was apparently the name of their founder. *facepalm*)
To be honest, UST is my first choice, being cheaper than the rest, a Catholic college, well-known and what else--oh yes, it's one of the only two universities that have the course I want to take. DLSU is my next choice, as it has the course I want to take, however it is the most expensive university among them. I'll only consider this if I get a scholarship. Next is Mapua, simply because it's the engineering capital of all Philippine universities. And if my first plan doesn't work, I'll go ahead into geodetic engineering. Then Ateneo, mainly because it's a good university to get into.
And my last choice would be the largest, highest rated university in all of the Philippines, that its campus became a self proclaimed city: UP City. If you're wondering why I left it for last choice, it would be because it isn't a Catholic school. I wouldn't be able to join the CEAP-NCR CSL if I went into a non-Catholic university. And I woudln't get a theo-class either. Boo. Definite down side. Also, their facilities aren't that good. And if I want to study something that requires a laboratory, I could easily settle for La Salle or Ateneo.
And the crap they throw at me about how insane the profs there are: BOO. I don't care if you say that UP Studes can learn by themselves. What's the point of going to college then.
That is all for now. LOL. Sorry for those *ahem* people who go to UP. But really. I'd rather go to Miriam College >_> ...Eh, well.
Long Lists
Before the long list of finishing Gabs' tag, lemme just tell you people:
I hazza plurk.
Thassall.
#10 - If I was ever asked what I feared, then simply, it is to love and to be loved that I fear the most. At first, I thought it was because I never want to lose my parents, that maybe, I'm still feeling like a child who doesn't ever want to let go of possibly the only people to understand. But then I saw I was afraid to be loved, even by them, simply because the thought of love itself is completely binding. Love knows no half measures, and to love or to be loved means to give someone your all. Love is like a chain of possession, and that, I think, is what I feared. Love is so awfully illiberal, that I just can't help but fear it.
Simply put, it was: "what the h*ll do you need from me?!" It's frustrating.
#11 - Oh don't worry though, I still love my friends and family. But I get a little too conscious when I get too close to friends. It scares me half awake.
#12 - I will often tell you that I am busy, and that I cannot talk to you at the moment. However true that may be, I always manage to slack off, and talk to someone else, or to do something else than work, which is equally time consuming.
#13 - I do not like being hugged in my sleep.
#14 - I am certifiably mean, and certifiably fake, when I think, "you're boring", yet I always tend to try to nod and find something we would both enjoy talking about. Maybe because I don't want to be mean; that I want to make a friend out of someone I don't find so stimulating a conversation. I have no clue, but I'd have to say you're all boring, period.
#15 - #14 will not stop me from talking to you, no matter how boring our conversations can get. Just because we haven't found anything good to talk about doesn't mean I can't be your friend. It isn't necessarily true that to make a friend, one must have something in common with them. We have two things in common, we are human and we speak at least one common language. That is enough for us to understand each other. We'll find something common if we do. If we don't, that doesn't stop us from making a friend out of each other.
#16 - I am fake. Be allergic to me. Har Har Har.
Nah, just couldn't think of a hilarious ending.
Okay, #16 FOR REAL this time - It is inevitable that one sibling's naming sense would be copied by the next in our family. I had the name "arlihama" for so long, that my younger brother started using "arjuhama". And then my sister currently changed her plurk to "cereal_killer". And just to show that I am her sister, I changed mine to "milk_killer". (It's also basically true that in this family, I consume the most milk.) Perhaps it is the sense of familial love that binds us to this name game.
FOR REAL, I can't think of anything to end this with.
I hazza plurk.
Thassall.
#10 - If I was ever asked what I feared, then simply, it is to love and to be loved that I fear the most. At first, I thought it was because I never want to lose my parents, that maybe, I'm still feeling like a child who doesn't ever want to let go of possibly the only people to understand. But then I saw I was afraid to be loved, even by them, simply because the thought of love itself is completely binding. Love knows no half measures, and to love or to be loved means to give someone your all. Love is like a chain of possession, and that, I think, is what I feared. Love is so awfully illiberal, that I just can't help but fear it.
Simply put, it was: "what the h*ll do you need from me?!" It's frustrating.
#11 - Oh don't worry though, I still love my friends and family. But I get a little too conscious when I get too close to friends. It scares me half awake.
#12 - I will often tell you that I am busy, and that I cannot talk to you at the moment. However true that may be, I always manage to slack off, and talk to someone else, or to do something else than work, which is equally time consuming.
#13 - I do not like being hugged in my sleep.
#14 - I am certifiably mean, and certifiably fake, when I think, "you're boring", yet I always tend to try to nod and find something we would both enjoy talking about. Maybe because I don't want to be mean; that I want to make a friend out of someone I don't find so stimulating a conversation. I have no clue, but I'd have to say you're all boring, period.
#15 - #14 will not stop me from talking to you, no matter how boring our conversations can get. Just because we haven't found anything good to talk about doesn't mean I can't be your friend. It isn't necessarily true that to make a friend, one must have something in common with them. We have two things in common, we are human and we speak at least one common language. That is enough for us to understand each other. We'll find something common if we do. If we don't, that doesn't stop us from making a friend out of each other.
#16 - I am fake. Be allergic to me. Har Har Har.
Nah, just couldn't think of a hilarious ending.
Okay, #16 FOR REAL this time - It is inevitable that one sibling's naming sense would be copied by the next in our family. I had the name "arlihama" for so long, that my younger brother started using "arjuhama". And then my sister currently changed her plurk to "cereal_killer". And just to show that I am her sister, I changed mine to "milk_killer". (It's also basically true that in this family, I consume the most milk.) Perhaps it is the sense of familial love that binds us to this name game.
FOR REAL, I can't think of anything to end this with.
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