Kee-Yoo.

I am not sure about something anymore.

In the first place, I was never sure of it.

I'm really tired of the whole thing.

Random Rants: You Know What

I am actually supposed to sleep early because my throat hurts terribly again, but I could not seem to help but write a useless entry here in my blog. My hands are itching to type the words which furiously come out of my mind, and I just could not contain them all just inside my mind even one bit.

I also do not like it whenever I always keep on ranting here on my blog; however, it seems that the things happening in my life do not leave me any choice but to rant about these random moments that really piss me off. I do not have the choice but to just sit here musing in front of the computer and type the words away. If I won't do that, I feel that I might break down. Nah. I'd just probably twist and turn in bed and I couldn't sleep. I'd rather type than to just lie awake in bed.

Rant # 1: Sick - Literally

I was absent yesterday, and I was partly delighted and partly annoyed. I was delighted because I get to stay at home and do nothing at all. I was annoyed because I have a terrible sore throat. Apparently, I had the sore throat because of the donuts that I ate the previous day. I ate four freaking donuts and I barely drank water because I was too lazy to go to the canteen and buy one (we didn't have potable water supply then). What's funny is that I somehow knew that this freaking sore throat will eventually happen, but I still got lazy and did not buy some water. Perhaps it was because of the fact that I was too excited to be absent so I would eventually get some rest.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

I was just there in my bed, sleeping because of a terrible sore throat and fever. Darn it. I actually thought that I would be able to do something productive, since it's a sore throat anyway, and it would not actually hurt to study for my classes in MA. I wasn't able to study. I just slept and wished that I would be better soon. It seemed like a curse, I tell you.

Rant # 2: Sick - Figuratively

In connection with the first rant, I am eventually also sick and tired of the deductions that the administration is giving me for four straight years already. I admit that I am sometimes late, though, and I guess that they are not letting that fact just pass them by just like that. I know that as long as there are people who are absent or late, they are eventually going to deduct a peso or two from you, no matter how long you are late for work. That's how they love money so much.

Anyway, I plan to just file a sick leave because I was sick anyway (duh - and by the way, I am still sick). I figured out that it was a futile plan after all because they do not even entertain sick leave requests even though you have a darn medical certificate to back up your freaking condition. And I thought, what if I actually feign fainting, or I feign a foaming mouth while I am walking in the halls? Will they eventually give me my well-deserved sick leave?

I doubt it.

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Dorothy was still eventually sick that morning when all of the sudden, Elphaba talked to her. Elphaba said, "Why are you not wearing your armor, slave?" to which Dorothy replied, "I do not have them yet."

"I thought you told me that you have the blue armor, slave? I want you to be clad in your armor tomorrow," Elphaba commanded.

"But the disgusting blue armor was supposed to be used yesterday."

"Wear it tomorrow. Apparently, the other Wicked Witch of the West told yours truly that one of my slaves is not wearing our damn elaborate armor. Wear it or else."

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Freaking lunatics.

Rant # 3: Stopping free self-expression.

To whom it may concern:

If I were to ask you: What is wrong with declaring my elation to actually pack my bags and leave? Could I not express my utter joy and satisfaction because I will finally be free from the premises of your prison? If you would not rather hear our opinion, better not let us write anything at all.

x0x0,

Darth.

That is all. My throat hurts again. I need to rest lest I want another deduction.

Random Thoughts: Sick, Watch, and Whatever

This is going to be really random. Let us start.

Random Thought # 1: How Paranoia Eventually Makes Me Slightly Delusional.

I guess this feeling is normal for a person who has actually done something mischievous--- you cannot help but think if some people who supposedly hate you are actually on to you and the things that you are saying (or in this case) writing about them. Let's just say that the person involved does not even care about the fact that she has 'let out' most of the things that she hates about the whole situation and she does not even care about the things (or sanctions) which may happen to her, but nevertheless, she's thinking of the reasons that she should say upon being questioned for her actions (kids, this is a run-on sentence; never do this).

For the past few weeks, I have been very paranoid. A lot of people are searching for this blog of mine, even though I did not intend it to be popular around the school. I have been seeing various search outcomes with my name on it. Worse yet, I have been getting search outcomes of my blog with my name and the school that I have been working for. And worse than that, I have been having search outcomes with my pseudonym in it. What can happen worse than that?

In short, I have been having additional stalkers every day. I do not brag about it in any way or whatsoever. In fact, it creeps me out. If stalkers still persist in searching my blog, I may put this blog out of the public. The only good solution about this problem is the fact that everyone who actually search for my blog should comment either on the cbox or the comment dialog box. The direction is easy as that.

Or else, I have to think of better arguments to give my BELOVED BEST FRIENDS.

Random Thought # 2: How Facebook Eventually Consumes Most of my Free Time

One of the things that I wish to have is just a simple quiet time with myself. In other words, I just want some sleep. However, there is something which stops me from doing so, and that is no other than the ever addictive Facebook.

I am a Facebook member for over two years, but now is the only time that I am actually able to appreciate it. During my free time, I don't actually sleep and wander in my dreams. I linger in my virtual world which exists in the persona of this blog, Plurk and Facebook. I have been having more and more friends in Facebook. I even have some people who do not even know me but they add me in Facebook. They are probably some of those lone blog visitors who happen to visit my blog and who does not have anything good to do. They're probably thinking, "Who the hell is Darth A___ M____ anyway? Her blog posts are entertaining. I am going to add her as a friend," or stuff like that. Whatever.

I recently discovered (yes, recently. What a loser) that Pet Society is way better than Super Poke pets. However, I am actually addicted to both, plus this word puzzle challenge which works much like Text Twist.

Bagobito, my virtual pet.

I love Facebook, no matter how public it makes my life seem to be. I don't care anyway. I don't have private things to share about in Facebook anyway. Lol.

Random Thought # 3: How I Watched Harry Potter and [Almost] Shouted at a Kid

Alone again... Naturally.

I decided to take a break yesterday from my rather gruesome work (at talagang may gruesome, a) and watched Harry Potter. Apparently, my teacher pals and I were supposed to watch it together (that was what we had planned when we watched Angels and Demons) but it didn't turn out the way it was plan so I had to actually go there myself. I am going to write a seperate entry on being alone and other related matters in other blog entry.

Anyway, I went to SM Bacoor (I was supposed to go to MOA, but I was to lazy to do so because I am alone anyway--why bother) really early so I could watch the first screening, go home and do my darn lesson plan. The plan was perfect, however, I nearly shouted at the kid sitting behind me because he was annoyingly pushing the back of my seat.

One of the things that actually annoys me so is when people turn into no-good nuisance whenever I watch movies. I became patient with the darn kid and gave him a piece of my mind during the second half of the movie, and he eventually got the point---a bit. There were still several instances that he could not really have his feet away from my seat. If I could have only seen his face, I would report him to the guard. I hate it when people have no sense of manners.

Well, what can I say? Harry Potter 6 is a good watch. Tell me that I am a hopeless romantic or whatever, but I really like the parts when Hermione and Ron were seen, little by little, falling in love with each other. I could not believe that I am actually saying this.

Well, I guess that would be all for now. My throat hurts because of eating too much donuts. Till next time.

Watching HP6

I'll write some other time. However, I'll tell you that...

I watched HP6 today. The scenes of Ron and Hermione were my notable favorites. :D

Will write sometime.

Random Thoughts: I am Getting Meaner Everyday

I am taking a break from my usual routine of checking papers. Well, actually, I've only checked about 10 or 15 papers or so, and I don't think that the rest of the day would actually suffice for this particular task. Anyway, what the heck. A blog entry would not be a burden (considering the fact that I have wasted half a day trying to play Superpoke Pets on Facebook).

Before getting to the main topic of this nonsense blog entry, let me tell you what happened yesterday first.

Contrary to what I thought before, I was not the worst reporter in MA class. It turns out that there was another classmate of mine who was not ready to report even one bit. To further clarify this point, I'd like to state that she just read through her report the whole time without even explaining a bit about it. I didn't plan to do that. I intend to explain some points, and I won't definitely just go through the whole thing reading everything straight from the book.

To tell you frankly, I am in the verge of deciding whether I should drop my classes altogether or not. I certainly am having a difficulty getting through my classes since my classes require me to work double time, unlike the time that I was still getting my education units for PNU. Back then when I was still on PNU, I was always out of the class during discussions because the things that were being discussed in class didn't appeal to me at all (considering that I was taking up Education units before). But now, I actually have to listen (not that I'm not listening at all before, mind you).

To sum it up, I didn't report for English class yesterday because our professor had a great time rediscussing the point of my classmate who just read the report straight from the book and Powerpoint presentaton. On the other hand, Literary Criticism class went on fine too, except for the part where Prof. Dimalanta emphasized the point that that subject is one of the hardest ones we're going to take as Literature majors. I whined quite loudly. Good thing the professor didn't hear me.

Well, wish me luck in passing the subjects. I won't drop them after all. I'm going to fight inferiority complex till the end. Or whatever.

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I noticed that I am getting meaner everyday.

Perhaps this is already noticeable for the avid readers of my blog, especially those readers who actually know me in person.

The thought actually came into mind when I asked my best friend (literal, not figurative best friend, you know what I'm talking about) about the things that I have been doing to other people. She said that I am getting meaner, and in a way, she's actually afraid of me. I agree with her in a way.

I didn't want to be this way, but I guess that you'll also understand my point when you live in the same world that I'm living in. I feel like a once-being-trampled-upon protagonist rising to a merciless-revenge-driven individual that you usually see in those corny drama shows.

The only thing that I can be sure about is the fact that I am not going to be a stark-raving lunatic trying to get even with people who have done me wrong. Only one, two or three people would be enough.

*evil, maniacal laugh in the background*

Well, back to checking.

Rant Files: Random Rants Galore

I noticed that it has been more than a week since I actually wrote a blog entry, so I decided to actually stop working (well, actually, I was just answering some Facebook notes) and write a short sarcastic rant or two. I miss writing so much and I guess having a break from all of the mental exercise that the lessons in UST have been giving me is worth it.

Where do I start?

Rant # 1:

Oh yeah. The so-called Kamustahan Party.

Last Friday, the INCREDIBLY GREAT administration actually thought of having this event for whatever's sake. I clearly do not want this event to push through because of two things:

• First, I have to pay for the food that I am actually going to eat in that party, if ever that event is called a party. Actually, the whole thing was suggested way back in the retreat, and no matter how much I wanted to object about it, I couldn't do any less. My point is, if the administration really want to throw a party, the least thing that they could do is to at least pay for the food. They thought of the whole thing anyway, right?

So what happened was that I forcefully let out a hundred bucks from my hard-earned measly salary and give it back to them again. What a freaking joke it was.

• Second, I guess the mere mention of the word ADMINISTRATION is enough reason for me not to enjoy the party.

I wasn't feeling well last Friday and being there made it worst. The venue was held in the penthouse and you could just see everyone looking as if they were dragged there. In other words, most people didn't enjoy the whole thing that much. If ever they actually enjoyed being there, it was probably under the pretext that they were actually intoxicated. I went home earlier than the others not only because I had something very important to do (which I did), but because of the fact that I simply wanted to refrain from consciously torturing myself. Harsh words, aren't they?

Rant # 2.

I am having a difficulty with my studies.

I know that you probably think that Rant # 2 is a big exaggeration, but I'd like to profess that it is true. I am having a difficulty studying. I am doing everything I can to catch up with the lessons that I am having in UST, but nevertheless, I don't think that my conscious efforts to do so are actually working. It's probably because I haven't been sharpening my skills a bit, and working in this school has increased my katuligan, which I don't want to happen in the first place. I tell you, there is something about this heck of a company which makes my intellect really, really... GOOD GRIEF, I COULDN'T EVEN THINK OF AN ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE THE WHOLE PHENOMENA.

As I was saying, I was desperately trying to catch up with the lessons. I had to go to UST last Saturday and stay in the library as I consciously cut classes. Yes, folks. I cut my classes last Saturday. I was in the library, anyway, trying to figure out what psycholinguistics is all about. Right now, the whole thing barely sinks in my mind anyway.

To tell you frankly, I feel awkward about this whole studying for a masters degree thing. Ever felt this scenario: you think that you have always been one of the best students in your batch and suddenly, real life comes along and it lets you feel quite inadequate with your skills because you are placed side by side with people who are certainly better than you are? That's what I feel. What's worse is that I really think I can pass my subjects if I had only taken the prerequisites. I am damn taking Literary Criticism II before taking Literary Criticism I, for goodness' sakes! Arrghhhhhhh...

Rant # 3

This should've been Rant # 2 because this is about the school uniform. I complained about it.

If I had not mistaken, it was last Thursday when I was actually called by the dressmaker because of the uniform. I was told that all four uniform sets would actually be made for me when I actually only asked for two. Those two sets are supposed to be free because it's already our fourth year in the school, and you are supposed to get two sets for free under those circumstances.

Knowing that there's a sort of order that they are giving me four sets of uniform really pissed me off, because I have to pay for two more sets. What even enraged me is the fact that nobody informed us that they would have to do such thing. For all I know, we were free to choose whether we want to have only the free sets or not, but nooooooooo. I have to pay for two more sets now because my ever so wonderful boss told the dressmaker to do so.

After telling our head about it, I quickly went downstairs and talked to my boss. The only thing that I could tell you about it is the fact that I wasn't able to do anything. They're the boss, and I couldn't do anything, no matter how hard I fight for my principles.

Darn.

Rant # 4

May I say something about minxes yet again?

This is a free country and this is my blog anyway.

Wait. In order to be more subtle about my point, I'll just leave you with this thought instead:

God gave you arms and hands to carry your things. If you're not going to carry your own stuff even if you know you could do so, better have your arms amputated by an M-16 rifle because they do not have any use for you anyway.

There you go. You must know now that I am not really subtle when it comes to hating people. Peace everyone. :)

Well, got to go. I still have to study. :)

Bayan DSL Commercial: Thumbs Up

Just recently, Bayan DSL came up with this commercial starring a grandmother who's supposedly an internet user:

Then, just this week, they had a sequel:

I find these commercials endearing and amusing. :)

One Month as a 25-year-old

It has been one month since I turned 25.

So far...

Everything still sucks.

Great, isn't it?

PS: Bye, Michael Jackson.