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No, I Haven’t Died Yet…

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

…Although I felt very close to it on the twelfth…

Before I forget, though… Thanks to everyone who bothered to read and comment on my previous entries… XD I never really thought people’d bother with anything here… hahah. Except those who know me, of course. Since I bug them and I can get extremely “persistent”…

*clears throat* So… reasons for the lack of posts: life has alternately been boring and boring some more, and really, who wants to read about boring stuff?

Anywho, on to the actual post…

We had a demo workshop for Creative Writing 10 class (Basics of CW) yesterday… and it’s really funny how one’s major in college can consume one’s life…


(During the workshop)

Angi: (on one story’s flow) The story’s a bit parabolic… there’s a really high point and then it sags and then suddenly shoots up again. It’s not neccesarily bad, but…

The rest of us: Parabolic? Huh?


Angi: (on another story’s word usage) Be more careful on how you input the data in your story…

Us: Input… data?


Angi: (on last story’s flow) Instead of a parabola, this one’s a bit like a negative polynomial function. The way it…


Me: TT__TT I left the College of Engineering only to hear about mathematical concepts in my creative writing class… It’s haunting meeeeeeeeee….


Meanwhile, most of the rest of the period was spent staring blankly at the discolouration on the pad of my left ring finger. It looks like the wound I got from CWTS camping mutated. I mean, really. It’s barely three millimetres in diameter and yet it hasn’t healed in two weeks… and it’s yellow. O_x

How’d I get it, you ask? Here’s how… (WARNING: LONG USELESS SEMI-RANT AHEAD)

Over here where I live, we have this thing called National Service Training Program (NSTP) which is divided into three components - Reserve Officer Training Course (ROTC), Civic Welfare Training Service (CWTS), and Literary Training Service (LTS). Now, you don’t need to take all three, mind you. You get to choose one and stick to it for an entire year.

I chose CWTS. Another thing I have to explain is that different colleges (sometimes even different departments) offer different courses for CWTS. For example, the College of Social Sciences Dept. of Geography offers map-making or something to that effect, the College of Business Administration is fund raising for charity, College of Engineering Dept. of Geodetic Engineering has surveying, or maybe map reading and stuff, and the College of Engineering Department of Mining, Mineral, and Metallurgical Engineering, where I’m taking mine, offers Kampo-uno Rescue. Basically, rappeling with smatterings of first aid and ropemanship.

So… we had camp. Basically, to tie everything we learned together, and to see the practical uses of the skills they taught us.


Random: That bus pass is actually VERY neon. It’s just that the scanner doesn’t scan neon. :P

When you go to camp, you generally expect tents like this…


Above image taken from http://www.indymedia.ie/article/77224

But in our camp, we had long rows of…


Note: It’s described in the site I pirated it from (http://www.fcsutler.com/fcwedgetentdetails.asp) as a “Civil War Wedge Tent”. But if you go to the site, you’ll see that these tents actually have doors. OURS, however, were more of tarps hung over rope with nails driven through the four corners to secure them @_@. Basically, those who didn’t bring their own tents (or didn’t have friends who did) were feasted on by ants and mosquitoes. Oh, and it drizzled at night.

… Thank god one of my buddies (as in buddy system, but since our group had an odd number attending there were 3 of us) thought of bringing a basic dome tent…

Come Saturday morning, my group was due to go trekking and rappeling.

Lesson # 1: Don’t wear basketball shoes in the mountains. Zero traction. And collects mud like hell. (They were the only rubber shoes I could bring… The others were in the laundry)

Lesson # 2: Hate the rain when you’re in the mountains. Not only did we have to take a different, LONGER route… the trail was… well, trailing. As in streams of water downhill that make you slip.

Lesson # 3: Going up the mountain in the rain with weak knees and/or recent knee injury is not a good idea. To be fair, I didn’t really have much choice… and I did hang on for more than 3/4 of the time… but by the time we reached the end I couldn’t stand anymore… O_o And of course, somewhere along the way, my knee gave a painful twinge uphill when I was barely two steps away from a long fall, and I had to grab on to something. That something was a thorny branch. And that branch is the cause of my yellow finger pad.

Lesson # 4: Adrenaline rushes are O_o. One of my group-mates (who hadn’t gotten any sleep due to a dreadful exam friday night) got high and started zooming up and down the mountain. Zooming, sliding, laughing maniacally as he did so.

Lesson # 5: Even dome tents can’t save your stuff from the rain. We came back to the campsite to find everything absolutely drenched. Well, everything but OUR stuff, since we shoved all of them into huge garbage bags in a fit of paranoia. Ah, thank goodness.

Lesson # 6: Bring extra shoes. The zipping group mate’s shoes died on him. And everyone else’s shoes got too… well, filthy and stank like the mountains. Fancy going home with fly-magnet shoes?

Lesson # 7: Well, nothing, really. 6 just seemed like a bad number to end at. Ha. Ha. Oh wait, there is something! Don’t drink coffee or anything that’ll make you answer the call of nature. ‘Cause in the mountains, it will be the call of nature. And girls are at a natural disadvantage over yonder.


Girl: Uhm, sir, when can we get to a place with a CR? >.<

(male) Junior Instructor: *blinks uncomprehendingly* We’re in the mountains… :-/

Girl: Yeah, but the campsite had toilets, so… X_x

JI: We’ll be here a while. *nods sagely*

Girl: But, uhh… @_@

JI: There are lotsa trees and bushes. Pick one. I’m sure your friends won’t mind covering for you. :)

Girl: Uh, oh… nevermind… >.<

JI: Why? It’s fine, really. You can even go down a bit so that you’re sure no one can see you. :-?

Girl: Nah, it’s okay. I don’t really need to… yet… O_x

JI: No no, go ahead. :)

Girl: Uh… It’s a… girl thing… >.<

JI: O_O oh. Uh… *awkward pause*

Me: O_o poor soul


Random: I wanted to hug the concrete when we finally made it to some part of civilization.

In the end, we had to leave our tents and transfer to this empty gym a few metres away. It looked, quite literally, like an evacuation centre. Except there was a karaoke machine. And a little table/store that sells cup noodles, hot water, biscuits, and bottled water…


(See the karaoke machine on the stage?)

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It was still fun, though. Even with the whole cliffs-of-death-two-steps-away bit, and the mud-in-places-you-never-knew-you-could-get-mud-in bit.

… In any case, I called my sister (Atsi) in extreme boredom that night and told her of my knee. And it seems my friend’s sister was sitting with Atsi that night (they were in a common friend’s party) and heard about it. Except she tends to exaggerate.


Sister of friend: Hey, did you hear?? Something happened to Pao’s leg!

Friend: O_o?!?!?! And you know this WHY?


Sunday was pretty relaxing. Except they used the karaoke machine as a wake up call… Hahah. In any case, I had to sit out… but at least I had a companion (she ran a fever in the night), so I didn’t completely die of boredom. And later, when she left me to watch the last activity (swimming in ice cold water), another group mate decided to stay in, and the Sunday trek/rappel group was done for the day.

TT__TT They finished around noon! Cause the rain stopped! They took a shorter route, and they were CLEAN… Wet, yeah, but CLEAN WET. Meanwhile, we took til 4pm in the mountains, and we were covered in mud head to toe… Seriously, I tried rinsing the mud off for half an hour and failed… I was SO jealous. >.<

Bah. In any case, I called a friend to say we were on our way home. Because I was bored. That very same friend with the sister mentioned above.


Friend: *as soon as she picks up* How’s your leg?!?!

Me: *blinks* Huh?

Friend: *accusingly* I had to find out from my sister, you know. Who had to find out from your sister.

Me: Ah. Party.

Friend: … LEG!

Me: KNEE. My leg is fine, my knee is… well, needs work.

Friend: Knee? But you’re fine?

Me: Yeah. Peachy.

Friend: That sister of mine… *grumble*


Regardless, the trip was still fun. Also, I love my group mates! <3 They fed me! XD Heheh.


Of Little Brothers and Dead Computers…

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

O_o I haven’t been online for four days… O_o Wow.

In any case, to cut a long story short, my computer got infected with a virus that makes it randomly hang/restart… and not work for around half an hour after.

Needless to say, it is very, very sad. Having it fixed this weekend, methinks I hope.

So. In any case… the pictures for the supposed Aug3 and Aug4 entries are in the dead computer, so I am currently unable to post them :( .

No pictures this post! :(

In other news, I need “Big-sistering 101″… O_o I just made my little brother cry. (Well, fine, it was my cousin and I, but still…) I wasn’t even scolding him or anything. O_o It just… happened. One moment we were talking, the next he was crying…

Cousin: *playfully pinches little brother*

Josh: Ow! *pouts and glares*

Me: O_o Don’t overreact… I’m sure that didn’t hurt.

Josh: It did!!! ‘Cause I’m fat and fat people hurt easier! You don’t know ’cause you’re not fat!

Me: … -_- That doesn’t quite follow…

Cousin: Don’t worry, I didn’t get it either.

Little brother: *grumbles* Maybe I should save a hundred dollars and go to Europe. And change my name to Bob.

Cousin and I (who honestly thought it was a joke): *burst into laughter*

Little brother: *pout-glares even more*

Me: O_o You were serious? USD100??? That’s not even enough for a trip to the local beach! And airline customs!

Cousin: And BOB??? *laughs some more*

Little brother: *Cries, drops his doughnut and storms off*

Cousin and I: O_o Okaay. Did we make him cry???

Okay. I wasn’t trying to make fun of him. I thought it was a joke… and when I figured he was serious, I was honestly incredulous. O_O AND… My little brother is in sixth grade… he’s old enough, isn’t he? Twelve… do kids still cry at the drop of a hat at that age…? When I was in sixth grade, I was doing payrolls for my mother… O_o Generation gap… Or is it the youngest kid syndrome? …Perhaps my little brother is just a little lot oversensitive?



Random note 1: Remember my Very Dead Phone? It’s been replaced! XD Yay for me! My eldest sister bought a new phone, so I’m using her old one. Not that the new-old-phone is strictly fully functional - but at least it’s not dead!

Random note 2: Samsung phones are weird. When your battery runs low, it vibrates AND beeps to tell you so. Like… every three minutes. So if you’re trying to conserve what little energy is left, all of the annoying vibration-warnings will eat it all up. O_x

Good News and Bad News

Monday, July 30th, 2007

Cards have been banned from school — and seeing as Bridge was the Official Sport of UPCSA (my org)… people had to come up with coping mechanisms.

We’ve done everything. Pick-up-sticks, jack stones… carving dama/checkers/chess boards onto the wooden bench and using bottlecaps for the pieces… then later on the Rubik’s Cube, and now… Chinese Checkers.

At first, people attempted to play chinese checkers on the regular checkers board. Needless to say, it was very strange and confusing. However, after a day or two, Bong decided to take pity on the org (whose members were starting to look more and more retarded every bridge-less second) and brought an actual chinese checkers board.

And so, excitable little beings that we are - we decided to play. Who exactly played is unimportant - in the end, the game took so long that there had to be multiple player substitutions.

And here is the reason for the VERY long game –


He looks completely harmless, just sitting there staring at the game pieces — until you look at the board.

It’s hard to see ’cause I just used a camera phone, but Chris had one of his brown pieces on EVERY ONE of the six points… XD He decided that since he’s not winning, no one will. Lol

In the end, everyone got blackmailed into building him a path straight to his area. XD A Very Direct Path. Just so he’d move his pieces from the points. Smart way to win, eh? XD Try it next time.

…Chris still didn’t win, though. He came second. But still, that’s a long way to go from last (or second to the last, because my chinese-checkers-playing-skills are non-existent)

XD It was extremely amusing. Then again, anything with Chris thrown in is amusing. XD I <3 CSA. :P

-End Happy Thoughts -

WARNING: semi-rant ahead.

Okay. It’s a good thing I laughed so much earlier today, or I’d be in a Seriously Bad Mood right now.

So. There are three main reasons why I always look for people I can hitch rides with to go home.

1) Me = asthma

Jeep = smoke

Me + Jeep = Asthma + Smoke = DEATH (that or The Nebulizer of Doom - and believe me, they don’t rate very far from each other in my mind’s eye)

2) I get stranded. >.< Things come up and suddenly no one can pick me up… until… say… 10pm? Later?

3) The cars are ancient. And break down. A lot.

My dad on fixing cars:

Any-one-of-us: “Dad, I think the car needs a tune-up…”

Dad: “Bah humbug. A tune-up? It still works, doesn’t it?”

Any-one-of-us: “Dad, the car is hard-starting. And the clutch gets stuck.”

Dad: “Lieees! It doesn’t happen to me!”

Now, I shall give you a moment to remember the incident mentioned in “The Doughnut My Sister Gave Me”, where the car died along the expressway. I’d note all the times any of us experience car trouble, but then my fingers might fall off before I even come close to finishing this entry.

So, the point is - today, the car died. It wouldn’t start, and the clutch pedal got stuck. In the middle of Cubao, where the PUVs are abundant, the pollution suffocates, and where the roads are so narrow cars stay within an inch of each other. What’s worse is that it was raining VERY hard, and I was dead hungry. Now, don’t get me wrong - I LIKE the rain… at least when I’m not in the middle of a polluted street with jeepneys and tricycles spewing black smoke at my face.

We had to push. To the gas station. Where the mechanic refused to entertain us because it was 1650H and the service station closed at 1700H.

So, we had to call my sister to pseudo-tow us. With a rope. But the car that broke down was a fair bit heavier than the one that was doing the pulling. It was very hard. The speed gauge barely rose above 0. My father was yelling over my mom’s mobile phone the entire time. Sure, the phone wasn’t on speaker. But his voice was Loud and Clear. Curse sun and their unlimited sun-to-sun calls. In other words, if I had walked, I would’ve probably gotten home faster AND saner. >.< Roar.

I really, really need to compile a carpool list. Or start moving into my grandma/uncle’s house which I won’t be allowed to do so carpool it is. Seriously.

The Dead Phone

Saturday, July 28th, 2007


It doesn’t look dead much, does it? TT__TT But it is… *Sigh*


So, okay. It’s been with me for around… 5 or 6 years. And it’s been dropped about a million times and spends its time squished underneath all my things in my not-very-light bags… but I wasn’t expecting it to die. Yet. I estimated like… a year or so more. Y’know, enough time for me to get a new one first…


In retrospect, I should have sort of seen it coming… The signs were there…


After all, Magic and Transparent Tapes’re the only things that’ve been keeping it together…


*sigh* So overworked. All cracked and bruised and taped up. My poor phone… It served me well. I swear its death was like a heart attack. Completely unexpected while it occurs, and then things start to make sense once you look back on the poor victim’s life.


I loved that phone. Sort of. I mean, I could always leave it lying around and no one’d take it. And it served its purpose… I could call, I could text… The battery’d die during prolonged conversations with The Parents…


Well, the good thing is that since it’s the weekend, I can go and have it repaired. Hopefully it’ll be fine come Monday morning…