He gave me 'Dear John' by Nicholas Sparks too. =) Plus a red rose. Incidentally our gifts to each other include a 'Dear John' since I gave him a card with a 'Dear John' in it. Duh.
My boyfriend's a gangsta with a tattoo.
OMG! How did this thing become so accurate?!! Saw this from Pal's multiply site and decided to take the test too.
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. (My boyfriend is serious, smart, determined, AND good-looking. Couldn't ask for more siaaa.)
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person. (I already did!)
The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. (Damn right you are!!)
Your views on education:
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. (True, true. But sometimes I need a break from school too. Please.)
The right job for you:
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. (Yeah, I am graduating soon and lamenting on what I would REALLY REALLY like to do afterwards.)
How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. (Yes I know I will be successful in my chosen career. It's just that I haven't chosen anything yet and I'm finding it hard to.)
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. (I am concerned about my image, especially more so when I was in high school.)
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. (HA!)
I AM UNHAPPY THAT I HAVE A FINAL YEAR PROJECT TO DO DURING THE DECEMBER SCHOOL BREAK.
I am annoyed that I have no school break.
I need that effin break.
WELL WHADDAYA KNOW. I edited this post and wrote A LOT, and my web browser froze so now it's all gone.
Sh*t.
I have this lab test that I really dislike to do. It's called Molecular Weight Distribution test, one of the 10(?) tests I do for my lab sessions. Don't ask me what it's all about because I am not too sure myself.
First thing I do is collect wastewater from the BAC columns 2 and 3, then filter the samples through 0.6 micron filter paper ( I THINK). Then I proceed to this room at the back of the lab and filter some more the wastewater samples through 100kDa, 10kDa, and 1Kda membranes, which take around 5 min, 15 min, and 1 hr respectively for the water to trickle down. Then I gather the samples again and proceed to another room and do the NPOC test for the filtered samples. The steps in between are also so meticulous to avoid contamination and inaccuracies in the data.
I dislike it mainly because of the 1 hour wait for the 1kDa membrane before proceeding to the next step, and I have to do that for both the BAC2 and BAC3 samples. I would rather do something that's you kn0w, continuous, so you could just get it done and over with already.
This is also the reason why I'm here at the computer cluster, blogging. Usually there are other things I can concurrently do with that test, but not today. Why? Coz it's liddat, lor.
Maybe after I graduate and get out of Singapore I will stop blogging in Singlish.
Yesterday I sms-ed Sundeep and thanked him for all the help he gave me for Transportation Plannning last sem, because my grade turned out OK. It's one of those subjects with scary lecture notes (hello mathematical programming), and a seemingly out-of-this-world project. But I'm glad every semester I have people around to help me with stuff. Like Rotana had been the sem before that haha. Yeba!
Oops I have to get back to the lab now.
EDITED: I guess the background problem only crops up when using Mac coz it looks fine with the PC at the computer cluster.
This song is for my family.
Okay, I tried to sing along but I choked on my tears halfway. Not because my voice is so horrible, but because the lyrics have never been so true for me until now. This is the first Christmas I will be spending away from home, away from my family. It more than sucks.
I've always been grateful for every Christmas spent with my family. We've always been complete, until this year that is. December has always been the only time of the year when everyone's home, because for the most part of the year, I am in Singapore, Dimple is in Manila, Paolo is in Davao, and I'm really glad my father has already been assigned to General Santos (my hometown) so he could be with my mother and YC, our youngest.
I remember last December, we've finally decided to go to a photo studio to have a family portrait professionally done for the first time. However, the studio lost our photos for some reason. The management offered a refund for the fees but my mother still got super pissed (which is understandable) because my sister already flew back to Manila and I was also leaving for Singapore, and we would have to wait for another year until all of us will be complete again and be able to have a family picture. But since I am not going back this December, I guess we would have to wait a little longer to have that photo taken.
There may be many things in which the Philippines is severely lacking at, but one thing's for sure: MY COUNTRY'S GOT TALENT!!!
This girl, Charice Pempengco, just recently wowed Koreans with her jaw-dropping rendition of And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going from the movie Dreamgirls when she got invited to perform on a tv show called Star King. As a Filipino, my heart swelled with pride upon seeing the reactions of the live audience, because they were really in awe of her.
People back home haven't really given her this much appreciation (I think) because talented kids like her aren't really that rare. There are a lot of kids back home joining local singing contests who could put any (specify country name since there are already so many franchises) Idol contestant to shame. Charice actually joined the singing contest Little Big Star in the Philippines before and ended up third place. Oh well. Just goes to show that not being first is not the end of the world, for right now she's been currently giving the Philippines some much needed honor abroad.
I was about to do some housekeeping for my computer for this recently concluded sem, and I found some photos I kept about the Design Project (the historical one-month only module) I took. It brought about painful memories of that hellish month (ang drama grabeh), but now I'm really glad I went through that experience because it feels rewarding to have overcome it. Thank you Lord.
Haha so the Blogger-Multiply blog cross-posting works! I've seen my two most recent posts in Blogger also in Multiply only this morning.
Well now I'm off to my lab.
*snore*
But this is precisely why I love David Caruso (ok, actually his character Horatio Caine ) in CSI:miami!!! I like the dramatic, "hero" effect!!! And the one-liners before Horatio puts on his glasses and the CSI:miami theme booms. Shiokness.
Really, it's so weird when I'm walking down the street, riding the bus, or taking a shower, and suddenly there'd be something that would sweep over me and I'd have the urge to write about that which is momentarily interesting, but I can't because I'm not in front of the computer. And then I'd take a mental note of it so that I could write about it later, only to find out the urge has gone, and the emotions associated with that event has already gone stale. So I would just stare at the computer blankly, *blink blink*, then stare at the computer blankly again. And then start writing about random things, making a post devoid of all structure and coherence.
Sometimes though I would actually be in front the computer when that blog bulb hidden in my brain would light up, (which is my euphemism for being distracted when I'm supposed to be doing school stuff), so I'd just write a sentence or two and save it as a draft and let it gather blogdust until I find the time or rekindle the emotion to complete the post, which never really happens.
Here are some lines saved under my drafts:
I suppose it would be easier for all of us to be the people we truly are if we didn't inherit so many prejudices about the kind of person we think we should be," says Carol Eikleberry, author of The Career Guide for Creative and Unconventional People.
-saved as draft on Nov 13, 2007
I believe that the word 'disaster' was invented to describe this day.
-saved as draft on Oct 29, 2007
I really hate it when I'm in the library/lecture theatre/tutorial room and people are talking loudly. I have almost zero tolerance for this, even though I might be guilty of this myself sometimes. However, I welcome it when people try to hush me, and I hope other people feel the same when I try to tell them to shut up (in nice way of course). But there was an instance or two when I glaringly told this guy in class "Would you please shut up?!" because he seemed to be unaware of people casting him dagger looks for obliviously disrupting the tutorial.
And once too when I was still staying in Ridge View Residences and there is this group of people from this certain country who would have supper at 4am at the cluster kitchen every single day, and I don't know why they have to bang the pots and pans they use every time. During those days, it's only until that ungodly hour I would get ready for bed because of the mountain of school stuff I needed to do, and as I try to get some shut-eye, the stillness of the night (or very early morning) would be spoilt by clanging pans and irritating loud voices.
I was already fuming mad and I didn't bother to check how I looked with my sleeping clothes before going down to tell them off.
So anyway, now that I am working at SELF (which is sort of a library), I now have an authority to maintain the
-saved as draft on Oct 18, 2007
Nakakaloka ha kapag ang buong pamilya mo gusto mong tawagan tapos lahat "subscriber cannot be reached".
I can't believe how a person who's 9548 miles from me can also be the closest person to me. Soon the irony of it will subside, because ten days from now you will be with me, and bebeside me. Thank you for making me happy every day even though there are oceans and mountains between us.
Our situation has made me come to associate the Big Bang Theory not so much anymore with the beginning of the universe, but with your astronomical phone bills. There is nothing convenient about having a long-distance relationship, and I really appreciate your efforts to make this work. Thank you for not letting me spend my first Christmas away from my family all alone. I admit I doubted when you first said you were coming for me, but I've seen how you turned mere words to reality. Thank you for your hard work, for your determination, for making things happen, and for being true to your word. I know it wasn't easy, and most of the time it actually sucked, but you never gave up because you made a promise. I admire your character more than your good looks (and good looks is a severe understatement by the way).
I love you John! Welcome to Singapore (sooooon).
You know the b-word that also describes a female dog? She is the epitome of that.
She sent her peer evaluation form to the whole class when it is supposed to be emailed back only to our lecturer. And you know what, there is a disclaimer on the top of the form that says The information provided will be treated as confidential. Confidential my ass alright.
So now everyone gets to see it, when things like problems encountered in detail should only be kept to ourselves and not broadcasted to the public. I know I have been hinting annoyance, frustration, and disappointment in this blog about her, about my group, and about the project in general...but I never once disclosed her name because I respect her as a person. And as far as I know, none of my blog readers know who my classmates are, because they are all in different social circles.
Now I am not so sure though whether I should use the past tense of that word, respect.
My father taught me not to retaliate in situations like this because upsetting someone in the same manner he/she has faulted you will only justify that person's actions towards you. Of course I need to defend myself because some of the things she wrote are half-truths designed for her benefit. But I will send my form to be seen only by the rightful eyes, and not feasted upon by classmates who will only benefit from having a juicy bit of news for the day.
Anyway, she is really like that, I have nothing more to say. I just hope our paths would never cross again in the future. When the module bidding period comes for next semester and I see her name on the class list, I would immediately drop that module without thinking twice.
