WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!! :)

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i'm officially in my SOPHOMORE YEAR yet i barely feel it.

et tu, sophie? it's like the past days have all been just a daydream... i sleepwalked over the first week (primarily due to waking up sooo early -- but thanks shar ;D), coming in and out of the CoA with the four flights of steps harassing me, nearly dozing off with the profs' lectures (as i am situated at the back of the room), meeting new people as a continuous occurrence, the lovely chatter over breaks, and my incredibly overwhelming passivity about life.

it takes a while to take everything in and conform to this semi-radical lifestyle, since most of what i'm experiencing are relatively new. so far, it's a good one. (a huge minus point though will be the sh*tty airconditioning in our class! X( ) i somehow wonder & dream what the next day will bring, what life can offer me, what will i discover... *el tilting her rose-colored glasses*

(pray i could survive the homework... the curriculum's woozy :|)

to borrow The Beatles' love: "Here comes the sun... and I say, it's all right."

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if i lag in updating the blog (like now), it's because i'm on one of my "austerity programs" ... i won't be using the computer much at home unless if it's for school work, so the Internet only presents its opportunity when i drop by the library (which is infrequent nowadays because of my imperative sked). and while at school i don't feel like blogging at all (i always write my posts offline -- hee) ... i might only do these twice / thrice a month, so sorry dahlings for my MIA's... i'm pretty sure you all've got active lives as well! =)

'til the next ride comes along to Wonderland, fellas.

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Each player starts with the six weird things/habits/quirks about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own stating their six weird things / habits / quirks, as well as stating this rule clearly. In the end you need to tag six more people and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you're tagged" in their comments box.

1. when i see a large, body-length mirror, i have the irrestible urge to make a klutz out of me in front of it.

2. i sing christmas songs out of the blue.

3. i forget. a lot. (even about the things i did yesterday.)

4. while i'm right-handed, i mostly do 'technological stuff' (like texting on my cellphone, or typing on the computer) better using my left hand.

5. i believe in "deja vu" because it happens to me most of the time. (!)*

6. shyly admit, i have a sensitive gaydar! now that's weird! :|*

tagging anybody :)
*edited because i remembered these just yesterday

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and in case you're wondering how my life is, it's fiiine. :p

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i'm counting down the days... classes "start" next tuesday ("start" there meaning we fugly automated robots aka students, out of sheer obedience, troop down to the hallowed halls just to find out there actually aren't any classes... which sucks, considering everything) and i wonder whether i'm attending at all. even on the 14th, the "actual start"... but oh come on, i'm like the geekiest minion ever! ;p

reluctances aside, i *have* to go to school on juin 13 because i've got to claim the brand-new uniforms our college got for us. (i expect it to be nice and dandy, and i have to look sexy in it *lol*) .. to round up, i've got my new big fuglycake bag ready, my new army green shades checked, my 2 new pairs of lovely shoes boxed up to go (story about this: i'm naturally a size 6 1/2 but i perfectly fit a size 5! my feet are shrinking! ~~ and the thing is the 2 pairs look like grade-school clogs... i just can't fathom wearing pointy pumps yet.) school supplies almost done -- there's nothing much to prepare on this department, really.

the only thing that isn't prepared is ME.

i have been trying to wake up at 5AM for the past few days as a practice just so my First Days wouldn't be such a trainwreck... and it makes me feel stressful already. i'm doing this after a hiatus of a year and a half -- that's exactly what happens to the lazy bones. the physicality of it is that i get awfully hungry mid-morning (having rushed my breakfast), my eyebags scare the * out of me because i look like a racoon, and i feel sleepy and tired all of a sudden. the fact that i don't easily fall asleep at night also contributes to this monstrosity. can't just set my biological clock a wee bit earlier, right?

and FYI (if you didn't catch my whining drift), i'll lay out my sked for you:



... that's how murderous it is. i'm starting to think college is a gas chamber. :|

so, i'm savoring the last few days of my so-called freedom... vegetating. that's mostly what i did this vacation, as a contradiction to my pre-summer lofty ideal of working. (El exposed as a sicko coward bum, yeah!) ... i swear, though, i'll get myself in a job next year. sometimes i think i act so childish and bratty for my age, unlike more responsible 18-year-olds out there. (i can imagine my parents say "hell yeah!") ... i wanna make up for it, and maybe Second Year would be a good start.

even if it would mean sacrificing "Desperate Housewives" and "Lost".

(i guess.)

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let's talk about good movies! (seriously, this is becoming a showbiz blog! =p)

one movie i was lucky to catch monday on wowow was "Shattered Glass". how i wanted to see this. the story's about a twenty-something writer/editor of US conservative magazine The New Republic, while a gifted one, is exposed as having fabricated (fictionalized) more than half of his events write-ups in the mag, and possibly other publications, so that he could be famous. it's a pretty low-profile but acclaimed film, based on actual events, starring hayden christensen (of "star wars" anakin/vader hottie fame) as bespectacled stephen glass, and (omg! cute) peter sarsgaard as chuck the senior editor. surprising to know tom cruise produced the movie... he knows some good stuff after all.

this whole "fabrication" thing happens in real life, as i read a widely-sensational story almost a couple of years ago about Jayson Blair, reporter of the esteemed New York Times, having made up several stories in his news beats. i feel the ambition of young writers, as a fellow scribbler myself (*cough, cough*). as the saying goes, "you're only as good as your last work." in the cutthroat world of (print) media, there's always the respected 'seniors' who could do no wrong, the 'it' person who's the toast of the town, and the good writers mostly in obscurity unless they've clinched the Pulitzer or an equally prestigious literary merit. immediate hit wonders in journalism rarely happen lest you are moneyed or you've got the people. (tell me if i'm wrong on this, but talent isn't much of a factor sometimes.) so, in an act of desperation of some because of the years they worked as the 'bottom feeders', they resort to unethical procedures just to get the attention, the backing, and the promotion they want (or believe they deserve). they can lie, bribe, copy, blackmail -- whatever -- in their work so they can be famous. as stephen glass succinctly put (i paraphrase): "... it doesn't matter, as long as you get to see your name on paper." one of my biggest dreams is to get my essay/s published in a newspaper. i have always wanted to become a broadcast journalist, or a magazine contributor / writer / editor despite my lack of communication skills or the degree to match (still is, somehow... natch)

deception. we could be the victims, yet we could also be the suspects if we aren't aware at all. not just in the written sense, but in everything else goes around our lives. it's only when someone knows the truth and shoves it in our face do we realize we've done a grave mistake that can torment our conscience forever.

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..and the luck doesn't run short as i also watched the 2004 Academy Award-nominated biopic "Ray" yesterday. i was quite happy i was able to see this film, starring jamie foxx on his Oscar-winning role as the great blind blues (and other genres) artist Ray Charles. the movie (in '04) was given much attention because it was shown just months after the untimely demise of the real Charles (who was consulted in the making of the film)... so i guess "Ray" was an apt tribute.

it was a deserving one. i didn't know who ray charles really is, only by name and that he was a blind singer, till i saw the movie. i almost cried in the first scenes i chanced upon, when a young ray stumbled over the house and he was helplessly groping over the place, while his mother watched him as he learned how the world works. his mother was a big influence in his life, telling him that he's got to be strong and not think of himself as a cripple. it was a lesson that guided his life in a successful career, despite his many foibles -- women, problems that come with fame, and most especially drugs. it's admirable that he got over all these.

what i loved most about "Ray" was of course, the music. i appreciated the fact they used songs to tell his story. it showed that he was very gifted and talented, weaving his thoughts & life into wondrous melody. most notable are the hip "what'd i say", "i believe to my soul" (elliot!!! *hee*), "hit the road jack", "you don't know me", and "unchain my soul". though i tell you, his most famous song, "georgia on my mind", is serenely beautiful. (the first notes already made my eyes moist.) how come i've never heard this guy before? ray charles is so brilliant.

**notice that both movies are based on actual events? i seem to like a lot of biopics... it's an interesting way to peek into the lives of real people. :) **

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i have known this absurdity for almost a month, though i cannot bring myself to broadcast it until now: MY CLASSES ARE STUCK IN THE MORNING THIS YEAR! it's the craziest prank this university has unleashed on me! considering i have been comfortably cushioned in the midday class last year (in my own choosing), they took the matter into their own hands and disregarded my previous schedule! this sucks. so this time around, i'll be WAKING UP BY 5AM, and getting off 6AM. this absolutely sucks. just when i have to commute. my sked's block as usual, so it's gonna be a daily thing. (!!!!) i hate the sound of it, and i'm now having disastrous "dry runs" rubbing my eyes at five in the morning, sleepwalking like a zombie to the shower, preparing the family breakfast (awww), dressing up, all in the span of an hour! it really just takes some time in getting used to. :|

i just got enrolled myself yesterday (which wasn't as horrendous as the last time, whew!) ... and believe me when i tell you SECOND YEAR'S GONNA BE A BUST. i have a whole-day Monday schedule (we now have this 3-hour computer lab thing in the afternoon), as well as Tuesday (if my Handball PE *gasp* counts) ... and the rest the week is either a four or five-hour schedule. saturdays are no exception (i just wonder if i have a 1-hour free time in the middle of it, the sked's confusing) ... and now we have this national service training program (NSTP) to accomplish on sundays (SUNDAYS!), meaning i have no time for relaxation. bummer bummer bummer.

i saw the class list, and found myself staring at names of people i don't know, except one. i'm really glad i get to be classmates with my good friend (from 1st year) again... we're in this together! :) ... man, the other 43 people could possibly be mega brainiacs! shoot me! *recharging nerdtron batteries*

i'm hopelessly stuck in the morning class, and there's nothing i can do about it. i just wish this benefits me in some way... there's a lot to be sacrificed, like my tv time (oh no, "Lost"!), sleeping late, doing homework at the last minute, my stomach (starving all the way)... i can't cram the way i used to. have to face reality...

damn, i'm already a college sophomore!

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Instructions:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover.
2. He/she needs to mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.
3. He/she must tag 8 more people to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged a second time, there's no need to post again.

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Gender: Male (unless I get a last-minute sex change!)

He:
1. is a decent man, capable of a having a life & maintaining good relationships.
2. knows how to listen AND listen well.
3. is able to bring me back to sanity/reality --nicely-- when i'm being too much.
4. is HOT physically, mentally, artistically (since we're talking about lovers!).
5. can make me feel good about myself, flaws notwithstanding.
6. can carry a tune (or if not, can play an instrument... since i love music *hee*).
7. gives me space and personal freedom to do what i want.
8. loves & respects himself in order to treat others the same way as well.

I tag:
1. peach 2. bern 3. jubi 4. tiff 5. steph 6. mysh 7. kathy 8. ozy

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*mechanics: come up with 10 things that makes you happy, simple as that. be as unique and original as you can. then tag three more people with this meme.

10 things that put a smile on my face:
1. listening to my favorite song on the radio.
2. the satisfaction of getting a game show question correct.
3. getting an unexpected call from a beloved friend.
4. when i wake up to the breeze of a rainy morning.
5. witnessing acts of chivalry / manliness.
6. being able to do a good deed to a friend or stranger.
7. indulging on pastries, cookies, sweets, ice cream!
8. not worrying about anything for a day (this is rare).
9. waking up late (i don't get to do this anymore).
10. getting stuff for free!

tags: shuri, tea, peach

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