Today, I just got pissed off by my POM104 Prof. He's just so annoying! We passed our assignments on Decision Trees earlier and lo and behold, he called our names one by one to tell us this: "The presentation of your assignment is no good!" Takte. For the first time, I was given that remark. And I obviously couldn't take it. And the reason behind it was that he saw one of my classmates pass a homework computerized and properly printed. Because of that, everyone else (99% of the class) who wrote/drew their assignments have been called to tell us we just passed sloppy jobs awaiting to be given a big red X mark!

Well, understand this, Mister. If that's (computerized homeworks) what you wanted from the very beginning, you should have told us early on! Three homeworks have already passed and still, you didn't tell us what or how you wanted our homeworks to look like. Besides, please make sure that before you give us remarks like we are of no good, give lectures on acetate that are computerized and neatly presented as well! Better yet, try to know the students better. To hell with it. You can't even come up with a good handwriting! Are those Chinese characters you've written? Huh? Being a new professor is no excuse.

It's a simple requirement, Sir. Give us your best, show us your best, exemplify what is a good presentation and we'll give 'em to you. Set the standard and we'll meet them-- go above it even.

Minutes before the Accounting exam which happened hours ago, I took out my Accounting short problems for Big to see. Upon handing her the sheets of paper I was surprised to see that it was bloody red.

Okay. Don't take that literally. Bloody red in a sense that I wrote and filled the sheets of paper (front and back) with red ink. No traces of black or blue except for the printed problems. I guess I was too preoccupied with answering everything I could last night that I didn't mind to realize how red my paper has become.

Much more, I realized that for every sheet of paper that I have, I wrote in red. Once again, no black. No blue either. And then I asked myself, "Do I have a black pen in my pencil case?!" I finally took the chance to check on my pink pencil kit and seeing that it's almost filled with a variety of pens, I assumed there's a black pen there somewhere. So even before I check, I just took out another red pen to continue solving.

Around twenty minutes before the test, I decided to check (FINALLY!). And what do you know? There is no black ink anywhere. Panic mode.

I had to scatter my pens and whatnot just to really check if I have or if I don't have any black or (at least) blue pen. I was like a madman scourging for a pen as the clock starts ticking.

Okay. So there's this red Pilot pen that seems to have bottomless ink supply. I've been abusing it since last night, filling with red numbers and percent signs and ratios the hundreds of scratch papers that I have, and yet, it's not even half-finished. Dang. So much for using red. It's useless anyway because the moment I use it in my exam paper, Venus Ibarra just might want to throw away my paper in hell.







And then I have my pink and yellow dermatographs. Obviously, useless for the accounting exam. Baka isipin nang prof, ginawa ko pang coloring book yung test. DAMN.













And then I have my favorite pens in the entire universe. The usual colors I bring with me while the rest are left in their case, safe and sound. Sure, there's a black Staedtler right there, but come on, I didn't spend almost 700 bucks for a 20 piece Staedtler set just to answer my Accounting Exam. Tigilan ako. Mahal bawat patak ng tinta na tinatae ng Staedtler noh!










And then I finally finally found these:

Pumalakpak pati paa ng mga anghel sa langit, I swear. I was soooo happy to see black pens in my pencil case. Finally. Finally.

BUT.

Freakin' BUT.

When I started to write using those pens with paper... walang tinta, anakngtinapa. Eh mas marami pa yatang inii-squirt na ink yung pusit na ginagawa naming adobo dito sa bahay kesa diyan sa mga ballpen kong yan eh. This is freakin' lame. To think that a G-tech pen costs around 65 pesos and the ballpen around 20 pesos. Freaky hell.




I was in major panic mode without anyone to lend me any pen. Extra pens are not so uso in college after all-- well, that is if you're not in the same university as Ms. Jessica Chua's :D

Ever since high school, she's been the class' National Bookstore. She never ran out of school supplies of all kinds. Thanks to the hundreds of thousands of free ballpens she gets from her dad who works for Bayer Philippines, she has a gazillion of extra pens with her.

Salamat Jess. Natuwa naman ako sa pen mo dahil ang gandang pansulat. Puwede akin nalang? HAHA.

And so. Presenting Kathleen Chan's pencil case:

... the most useless one in the entire universe. The only thing useful here is the stapler. Not counting the days though that it has no staples (which happens quite often =P). So next time that you come to school without any pen, you know who you're gonna run to... anyone but me :D

Sabi na eh, I should go back to the days wherein I simply stash a pen in my bag and not bring any case. One working pen is always better than an entire set of useless pens :D

♥George (to Meredith): You don't get to choose. I know you've been going through a bad time. I know you miss Shepherd. And I know that your life has, admittedly, been pretty unpleasant these days. You get points for breathing in and out. You get to be a little selfish. But you don't get to choose a dog over me... I'm George. I sleep down the hall from you. I buy your tampons. I have held your hand, every time you asked. I've earned the right to be seen. To be respected. To not have you think of me, as less than a dog that you got at the pound. So, I'm not moving out. Whether you like it or not, I'm staying.

♥ Meredith (to Christina): You know, I can't remember the last time we kissed. 'Cause you never think the last time is the last time, you think there'll be more. You think you have forever, but you don't. Plus my conditioner decided to stop working and I think I have brittle bones. I just-I just need something to happen. I need a sign that things are gonna change. I need a reason to go on. I need some hope. And in the absence of hope, I need to stay in bed and feel like I might die today. (Why do I feel that these lines Meredith just said are so so so me? HAHA!)

From One Tree Hill

Lucas: So you lied to me to punish me? How could you do that?
Brooke: How could you cheat on me with my best friend?
Lucas: Brooke, I never meant to hurt you.
Brooke: That doesn't really matter, Lucas. 'Cause in the end, it all hurts just the same.

I guess, if there's any other thing in this world that remains constant (other than CHANGE) are exceptions. In university policies, state laws, exam rules, and even in our life philosophies, there are exceptions. Some, may be expressly stated and are consciously implemented. Some, however, are either implied or happens spontaneously-- the kind of thing when you just end up saying, "That's my exception. Why? Just because."

I'm extremely good at this except for this. I'd be open to all music genre except for those. I like everything except for that. I admire this type of guy except if he's like this. Blah. Blah. Blah. The list would probably go on for me but I always end up defeating the purpose of exceptions... I always end up liking/loving what I used to exempt from my list of loves.

I used to love everything about English and Literature except for doing analysis on poetry but I ended up loving it when I took Lit14 and ended up with an A for the course.

I used to limit my playlist to music genres ranging from Britney Spears to Incubus to Burt Bacarach except for tunes from Kaskade. You'd find me now dancing to Club/House Music... yes, even Kaskade's.

I used to like going out at malls on a nice Saturday afternoon with friends or simply spend a Friday night for a dinner with my college loves. It could take me the entire night extending to the next morning as long as it's a sit-down type of bonding and never in a kind of environment that would require me to stand all night long, much more in a smoke-filled, booze-swarmed, and house music-amplified arena with people being their wildest selves. But when another door in my life opened (one that led me to the entrance of Embassy at The Fort), that's when I realized setting clubbing as a possible night out with friends to be an exception is not exactly the right thing to do. It's fun. It's maniac to an extent. It's crazy. But sometimes, it's the kind of fun you need to really really really forget bad things... at least for a couple of hours. (And no, you don't need a booze to enjoy the night. The music's just fine, baby! HAHA)

And then, I used to set standards for my kind of men. Let me list a few:

Those are the basic. There a hundred more qualities/traits that I look for in a guy (I even considered one who can dance N*Sync's "Pop" extremely well to be an important trait, once in my high school life) and the only exception I've made is that: NO CHINITOS, PLEASE. Not that I'm a racist for Chinese (I'm 1/4 Chinese myself), but to me, Chinese guys look all the same. For years, this has been my exception... until now. Twice in a row had I found myself crushing on Chinitos. WAHAHA! Talk about exception. (Ayan na, Iya and Rizza. I'm now confirming that my other crush is chinito. So... you still have 30 questions left =P But I suggest you girl don't stress yourself out making hula who my other crush is. McYummy still tops my list anyway. HAHA)

So what's the point? We always begin listing down exceptions to this and that and this and that... but we end up throwing away the exceptions list because for some unexplainable reasons, we end up liking what we initially thought we wouldn't.

I never believed in love at first sight. And not that I believe in it now but if I will surely attest to the fact that there is such a thing as crush at first sight. The kind that you just met each other and suddenly you find yourself thinking a lot about him longer than it should be. Ahahay. I think McYummy's got a competitor right now. HAHA!

I confuse myself, and trust me that when I do, it's really bad confusion I get myself into. 

Are You a Mac or a PC?

Hah! Like I didn't know that! :))