Monday, February 12, 2007

How I.T. changed my life.

GE. That's all i knew about IT. the only GE which had a separte lecture and lab. I was dreaming of taking this course since last semester. I finally got it. It was a new thing for me because it's the first class that i have that runs 3 hours straight. It's an advantage for me since i would get used to long hours of lab during my Proper years. (because i'm taking up vet med.) It wasn't easy at first. I would fall asleep in the middle of class (as if i don't do this in every subject hahaha! just kidding!) I was never the "techy" type of person. All i knew was the basics. How to use the mouse the keyboard, play solitaire and net games, do reports using word. But after a few meetings i knew how the computer works, how to understand its language, heck, i even learned that the spreadsheet wasn't just a table! I know i'll learn more of the thing they call a computer. IT may be my favorite subject yet...just cross out the exams and i'll be just fine ^_^

Saturday, February 10, 2007

wrong info...wrong timing...

It was just this afternoon when i found out he was courting my friend...

Of course i was dumbstruck...I didn't know what to do or feel...should i be angry with my friend for keeping their communication secret? or should i get angry with the boy who made me feel light as a cloud but left me floating in mid-air...It's funny though...i began to pity myself after that..."Kung sa bagay...mas maganda siya sakin." How can you spend the next days with someone who broke your heart? at ang masakit pa dun, hindi nya alam na nasaktan nya ako. Feb fair is coming up and my org mates and i decided to build and finish our booth by the end of the day.

"Huy jam! nakatulala ka nanaman!"
"Ay senxa na...may iniicip lang..."

Yeah, i was thinking about something alright! whether i'm going to cry or not...i hate these kind of situations. I'm supposed to be giddy because it's going to be my first ever feb fair in u.p. as the title implies it was definitely wrong timing. I couldn't concentrate on my work, i mean i almost got hit by the kawayan my brod was carrying.

I went home teary eyed. I just couldn't forget how my friend broke it down to me.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

'06 or '03?

"Mukha ba akong '03!?"

DO I REALLY LOOK THAT OLD!?

It was another monday and i set off for the biosci building where my nasc 9 class was held. Before i went up the stairs a guy came up to me and asked where the ncas building is.

It was the 2nd semester, obviously he was a '06 beta batch. You know, the one's who decided to wait for the second sem to roll in so they can get a slot into the university.

I told him it was just across the street. He said, "Salamat ate!"

"'06 din ako wag mo akong tawaging ate. " I said with half a smile.

"Ah ganun ba? Akala ko senior ka na. Cge ah! Bye!"

IT INSTANTLY PISSED ME OFF!!!! I wanted to follow him and box his face but i figured i'll get him next time because i was late for class.

MAN!!! '03!? What a way to start the week.

freshman

I felt that it was a big transistion when i became a freshman...
New friends.
New BOYS to meet.
New Environment.

and maybe...

A new me...

There was definitely change. A BIG one.
The first time i slept in my dorm i said to myself, "Freedom at last..."

No dad to tell me to fix my room.

No mom to tell me to come home early.

No pesky sibs.

For a teenager, it was heaven.

"Leche, college na ako...ang bilis."


My first week was great. I met loads of people. i went home later than my dorm's curfew. My room was messier than my room back home.

But after that, i started to feel the change. Everyday i went to class with different people. No permanent friends whatsoever. Sometimes i went to class alone. I couldn't see the floor of my room because of the clothes that were scattered everywhere. I started missing my old room. My friends. my mum and dad. heck even my sibs.

Soon after i started picking up my things one by one. I fixed my books and put them in their proper places. It took me two whole hours to clean up. Man! It felt good to see the floor again. IT was hard to admit that my dad was right. Though it felt good to make a mess sometimes.

Change? Of course there was change...