stream of unconciousness

3 down 3 to go, just half way to the end of the hell that is finals.

i’m spent.  i feel like the fat kid in matilda; the one ms. trunchbull made to eat the gargantuan slice of chocolate cake in front of the school, only to find out he had to eat the entire cake.

insurance, so far was, the toughest test for me; finding out i failed the midterm and missed the passing grade by a horse’s schlong didn’t exacly boost my confidence either.  be kind sir, be kind.

times like these you wonder what other people are doing with their time.  i just realized, it’s been a little over a month since i’ve seen my non-school buddies to shoot the breeze with over an alchoholic beverage (no thanks to INSURANCE’s saturday spankings). 

i think there should be a statute AGAINST 6-DAY SCHOOL WEEKS.  the state should recognize the indispensible function of socializing outside the classroom to nation building.  what the hell are they trying to do to us??  it’s bad enough we’re tagged as nerdy, ambitious, wannabe achievers by society, now they don’t give us the opportunity to disprove the presumption by denying us the time to meet new people!  it’s criminal.  and i’m not just saying this to fill my blog, i really feel this is a valid issue.

this is nobody’s fault of course.  i’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for this phenomenon, teachers’ schedules being the most valid.  BUT…if the law were to use its police power, i’m sure only a minor schedule shift would occur, since not that many students HAVE 6 day school weeks.

anyway, just a thought.  back to studying for me.  can’t wait for the break…i can almost taste the fruit loops, while watching a dvd in an ariconditioned room when it’s raining outside, after waking up at 2 pm after drinking the night before, and  only worrying about whether there are enough actual nutrients in cereal to consider it a meal….

sigh, until that day my friends…

and for those of you who can do it now (cue music)…by gosh do it, hold on to it, and never let it go… coz when its gone, all that’d remain would be a memory (cue lights), a memory of the heaven that was… BUMMING AROUND (bow)  (draw curtain)

one exam down 5 to go.

       i be damnned to ell ifa felld dat tist.  i not seyin i esstit, i just sure i dun deserv tu fell.

on to more interesting things….

news for the week is aparrently friendster’s practical joke of displaying the people who’s viewed your page.  the best part of course is telling people about it, and the subsequent gasp, look of disbelief and sudden urge to verify (mad dash to the nearest cafe).  …then ofcourse the question:  when did this start?!?

it’s ok if you ask me.  nothing like seeing people actually take a couple of seconds of their lives to see what’s up with you to give the ego a hearty boost.  maybe my life isn’t as uninteresting afterall…

what’d really be scary is if they put down FREQUENCY.  visiting a page is fine, but doing it every other day, now that’s grounds for distierro.  how sad…

i shall shut up now, lest i sound like the hypocritical first-stone-thrower of the village…

shoutout to mah boi domeng disini !!!!!  helluva test playa! …helluva test

exam week next week!

this is about the time i start kicking myself for not studying ‘this hard’ throughout the sem.  surprisingly though, wala pa, maybe tomorrow.

any of you guys ever  been there? 

whenever i sit down and think about it, i always wind up rationalizing my sloth.  i always come to the conclusion that i just wouldn’t be me if this wasn’t the situation i was in (having to make up for the sem that is). 

You think there are just some things you can’t change no matter how hard you try? 

it might sound depressing, but it kind of gives me hope. the fact that there are just some things that are meant to happen, or persons we are just meant to be - gives me hope that there IS some higher power with a plan.

I figger it’s like us being pieces on a chessboard.  bishops only move diagonal, pawns one box forward at a time (and eat diagonal), rooks only in straight lines…  in the same way i think lahat tayo may sariling diskarte.  inequity?  nah, i don’t think so, all the pieces have an opportunity to mate the other king (that sounded queer), it’s just HOW they make use of how they move that determines their success. 

Everybody can’t be the queen- who moves any way she wants and can pass as many squares as physics may allow.  But who would WANT to be a queen?  think about it, what does your opponent gun for the most?  The queen!  What are you most afraid of letting out too early in the game coz she’ll become a target?  The queen!  my point is, be careful what you wish for, because being the queen  isn’t always be the most comfortable position to be in.

(I’d personally like to be the horse (knight, whatever).  talk about cool, the mofo can JUMP OVER pieces, come out of nowhere and capture an unsuspecting piece, plus its the least predictable.  so cool tsongparetoldude….yah, the pawn has the most potential, since it can be queened, but the game’d be almost over by then, where’s the fun in that??… a lot like buying a porche when you’re 80)

ofcourse, there’s always the ‘our shortcomings are there to keep us dynamic and continuously progressing’ apprpoach….

anyway,

Back to exam week, wish me luck, i’ll need it.  nothing incredibly new for me though, i’ve been in similar positions throughout my life…. 

i’m hoping one day i’ll thank God i’ve had so much experience in cramming.  it might end up saving the world.  like maybe i’ll be kidnapped by crazy aliens who deny me sleep for three days, while keeping me in their laser-barred dungeon.  Where i escape just in time to witness the Alien Leader disposing of his encoded password to abort the "earth-bomb’ in a trashcan.  Which i pick up and sleepily decipher just in time to save the world from annihilation.  Then i’ll be king of the world, and laker girls will be chanting ‘he’s the king!  he’s the king!’ while i’m slowly beamed down by the alien ship, and the foo fighters’ "hero"’d be playing in the background…

sigh….until that day…i shall keep fighting the good fight, and i guess NOT give up trying to change my study habits (maybe the only way i can maintain who i am would be to keep trying to change)

….maybe next sem will be better…

(i’m not making sense i know, but thanks for reading anyway)

hehehe  thanks for the different  variations carl.

Anyway, that last post was from Stephen King’s IT.  No, i didn’t read the book, i saw the tv-movie when i was around 9 years old. That was the 2nd time in my life i had to swallow my pride and go to my parents’ room to keep the scary clown from getting me.  The first time was when i watched ‘the beast must die’ (warewolf-whodoneit type) (i can’t believe i still remember this!) with my grandparents while my mom and dad were out on some weekly meeting.  I was around 5 years old then, so bed time was like 8 pm.  i wound up staying up till around 9 with my yaya just waiting for my parents to come home and guard me while i slept.  That was a special night in the siason household, nearly smothering myself sleeping under the blankets aside, my parents let me sleep in their room, WITH THE AIRCONDITIONER ON (yeeeuh!!!).   

…i take back my previous statement about it being the 2nd time i had to swallow my pride and go to my parents’ room.  It was technically the first, since back with the ‘the beast must die’ incident, i didn’t have any so-called pride to swallow…

Back to IT, scariest f-in movie of all time…  it’s a story of a group of friends, probably in their pre-teens, in a sleepy town in Maine.  They’re pretty much your average ‘losers’ (they called themselves that), bonded together by their social stigmas.  It was around the time they all started hanging out that kids from the town started disappearing.  Anyway long story short, something evil was in Derry, Maine, and it came in the form of pennywise - a clown.  They defeat it as kids (or so they thought), but now, 30 years later, Derry has again found its kid-population dwindling.  One of the friends (now a detective) who stayed behind, knows exactly what’s happening and calls on his old group to honor the pack they made as kids to return, should IT come back…

This post at imdb made me laugh: 

There honestly was a whole generation who saw this movie as kids and have been scared of clowns ever since.

Why the hell did my dad let me watch this!?

i feel like a film critic hehehe, anyway, cool movie, and i recommend all of you watch it.  Back in college, i convinced my friends to rent it while we were vacationing with them in Cebu.  Sad part was, by the time we got to watching it (at Kaye’s cool-ass crib), i was too drunk to pay attention, and pissed everybody off with my commentary (Bobby!) and childhood stories (like what i’m doing now).  We ended up just drinking.  Sigh, i guess sharing my childhood with friends will have to wait…

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