So here we are, ladies and gentlemen, at the end of the 1st term of SY 2007 - 2008. Personally, it was sort of a hell term with a lot of unexpected twists and turns, but at the end of the day, I believe that I have risen beyond my call. And so follows the results of my 1st term...

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STAT101 (Statistics 101)
Professor: Mr. Arturo Pacificador - SOLB!

First off I would like to state for the record that statistics is EASY. The concepts are all very much easy, it is in the reading and analyzing the problems to come to the correct solution is where it gets fucked up.

My hate for the contemporary coño that floods the halls of De La Salle has been cemented and solidified into my being, because many of my classmates in this class literally making my head hurt with their accursed defamation of two completely different languages. You don't see other peoples doing the same thing we are. Yet another reason why Filipinos fail.

Also our professor, Sir Arturo Pacificador, who is made of win and awesome by the way, gave us more than enough opportunities to make good in our grades. From lowering the total scores to making easy as hell tests to giving us chances to raise our total raw score by leaps and bounds, I couldn't understand the animosity some of my classmates were feeling towards him. I guess they couldn't bear to lay the blame on them, where it belongs, since our professor has gone beyond his call.

The very evidence of which you seek to prove my statements lie within the grade that I got. Me? Get a 3.0 on my own? Fat chance.

Class Crush: There was one megane I liked, though I never did catch her name.
Expected grade: 1.0++
Actual grade: 3.0

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BIOARTS (Fitness and Wellness)
Professor: Mr. Christian Jordan dela Rosa - SOLB!

BIOARTS was kind of fun, really. Maybe because we didn't do much during the class, and also, a lot of eye candy in there as well, including someone whom I and friend have been talking about all throughout the term. Nothing really much to say here, except that, along with LBYBIOL, this subject has changed my view about fitness, and now I jog in PhilAm Park every MWF with my aunt.

Class Crush: Codename BC, Codename MU, and another megane with legs so white it blinded me when I looked.
Expected grade: 3.0++
Actual grade: 3.5

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LBYBIOL (Biology Laboratory)
Professor: Dr. Eligio Maghirang - SOLB SOLB!

The bulk of changing my mind about fitness was because of this class. Though a lot of times it did bore me to hell because of the shitload of first aid documentaries they made us watch.

Also, Dr. Eligio Maghirang, our professor, is a damned truckload of win and fucking awesome. I wish more professors were like him, then life is La Salle would be so much easier.

Class Crush: Codename BC, and another megane whose name I never did catch.
Expected grade: 4.0
Actual grade: 3.5

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INTRECO (Introduction to Economics)
Professor: Ms. Paulynne Castillo - SOLB!

HERE! HERE IS WHERE THE ACTION IS AT! ALSO CRUISE CONTROL. I couldn't care less if all my other subjects were failures, this is the ONE subject I could not afford to fail, as my majors require the completing of this course. All term long, I was racked with worries of whether I will pass, I barely made the 1st test, and failed the 2nd. But then ma'am Paulynne Castillo lowered the total score, which pulled up my grades significantly.

The finals were only 55 items, but those who wanted to pull their grades up, including me, got a +10 because of some activities ma'am made us go through, but I was still nervous, with a pre-final grade of 1.5, failing was still a huge possibility.

The course card distribution was earlier since ma'am will be out of the country during the scheduled day, so there I was, waiting for my turn...

I was nervous as hell, to relieve myself I had my earphones jacked in, and playing at almost full volume was Hagibis with Ilagay Mo Kid.

'"Wag na 'wag kang, mahihiya sa amin..."

*Ma'am gives me my course card*

"Ilagay mo kid, kamayan mo 'ko, kamayan mo silang lahat..."

*I look at my course card*

WHOAAAAAAAAA, WHOOAAAA, WHOAAAA, WHOOAAAAAA!!!!!!!

On my way home I didn't listen to anything else but Hagibis.

Class Crush: Ms. Celine Bautista, Ms. Mik Flores
Expected grade: 2.5++
Actual grade: 2.5 (WHOOOAAAA WHOOAAA WHOOAAA WHOAAAA)

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LITERA2 (Literatures of the World)
Professor: Mr. Gerardo Torres - PAKYOOOOO!

This is the one class I would least suspect of giving me a hard time, but as it turns out, Mr. Gerardo Torres, our professor, was a terror prof, as some would say, and my one classmates crossed out his name as a possible professor, but to no avail. His strict standards and grading system were all biting us in the ass by the time we realized how grave in a situation we were in.

There was even a little rivalry in the class between me and another front runner, but most of the time he would get the better, since he has access to better group mates. Not to say that mine were inferior, I'd say we were just undermanned. Here is also where I got my MASO NG PAG-IBIG for this year, from Ms. Patricia Lagumbay. I seriously though I had a chance, but only to find out she alraedy has someone else. Oh well, that's life.

Oh yeah, talent in passing terror professors am confirmed TOTAL. BERIEVE!

Class Crush: Ms. Patricia Lagumbay (I was damned serious about her), and a Ms. Angelique.
Expected grade: 4.0
Actual grade: 2.5

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Term GPA: 2.875 (WTF?! Hindi sinama yung LBYBIOL ko sa GPA AMP!)
CGPA Before: 2.756
CGPA Now: 2.770

Next term lies the real test. 12 of my 18 units will be major subjects and is sure to give me one hell of a headache. But then again, I love challenges like these, the challenge of finding out how I fair in these situations, the thrill of succeeding over overwhelming odds. It's an exhilaration my body and mind craves for.

Quote for the day: "At lahat sila'y walang pakialam!" ~ Hagibis - Ilagay Mo Kid

 

Currently feeling: AHAHA OH WOW

Though I feel emo right now, I will try my hardest not to turn this into a rant and rave emo post. As I reflect on events in my life I will continue to search for answers that many also long for, and many more don't even bother to ask, and though I know that I am not alone in this quest, I feel as if a single man navigating the deserts of Africa.

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This term just ended, and I am pleased with my results, if not neutral. My sister is in the graduate studies right now and, being the studious person she is, brought home the bacon with straight 4.0's. Mama told me that it was a challenge for me, and I got pissed and only replied, "I will do what I want." I wanted to say so much more, but it would definitely fall on deaf ears.

Challenge? For what? To get all 4.0's as well? For what? I am not in a competition with my sister. I am definitely happy for her, but she can have her 4.0's. Life has offered me so much more and there are more important questions to be answered than just 1+1. The only thing I have to prove is to myself that I can achieve success MY WAY. I love my family, but my life is my responsibility.

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I told Rose Mae that I wanted to court her. But Sven rounded the corner and gave me another good-old fashioned Storm Bolt right to my heart. Second time in 1 month. Someone else was already courting her and has made good ground. With a heavy heart I wished them luck and backed off, it's my policy not to court a girl who already has a suitor, especially one who's almost there. I have to be there first.

Am I stupid? It's like banging my head on a brick wall over and over. I cannot bring myself to realize the futility of it all. Four major attempts, all failures, all already taken, nothing but heartbreak in the end.

Sometimes I think that my 'against the flow' mentality is a hindrance from finding her. But sacrificing my identity just to fit in will be hollow and meaningless. She would end up loving someone who isn't me, which would be unfair. I have little to offer, I'm far from handsome, and I'm a boisterous demon hanging out in a netshop with other boisterous demons, so the only thing I can really offer is my self, my time, and my love. But in this materialistic and vain world, sometimes it's just not enough.

Why do I even bother? Many people keep saying to me that it will just come. This is a longing I've been feeling since high school, a sense that I am incomplete without her. So I prefer not to wait under the apple tree and wait for its blessing to fall when I know she's out there somewhere.

But come on, 4 out of 4, they already have someone? Someone beat me to her? What're the chances? I just feel cheated, it's unfair, I get shot down even before lift-off. I feels a lot worse when you get turned down by a girl because someone beat you to her, though you knew you had a damn good chance, than being turned down because she didn't like you.

But that's life, I feel cheated, because life was never meant to be fair, as we were meant to live despite. Though if this is punishment for my shortcomings with Jhannel, so be it. I will see the sentence through.

Where are you? You're needed and the patient is nearing his finish.

But as long as I know there's light on the other side, I'll keep smashing my head into that brick wall until it comes crumbling down.

Quote for the day: "Things may come to those who wait. But only those left over by those who hustle." ~ Abraham Lincoln

P.S. - I hope it didn't sound like an emo post, 'coz it doesn't damn well sound like one to me. Oh yeah, the change in the BG music of my blog is a reflection of my mood right now. Hope you like it though, I love that piece.

Currently feeling: haha oh wow