Letter to my eye(s)

Dear left eye (amd right eye, if you want to read this too),

I see you've acted up this morning, with all the gunk and the redness and the itch and stuff. I know I've been constantly abusing you guys, with all the reading in areas that aren't well lit, the constant rubbing. and the general lack of rest. Maybe this is your way of getting back at me. Well guess what? It's working!

Now I'm begging you: pleeeeeease stop. Go back to normal. I'm willing to treat you the way you're supposed to be treated, but I need you to become normal eyes again.

Don't act all innocent. You randomly become itchy and tear up a storm, you know. But I'm willing to forgive you if you're willing to forgive me. You don'e even have to be the perfect eyes! Just be your normal, itch-and-tear-up-at-random eyes that you've always been and I will be eternally grateful.

We've gone through something like this (sore eyes) before. I'm pretty sure this dispute we have isn't as hard or as painful as the one before, but still. We can do this!

Please, please return to normal. I miss you my "old eyes"!

Sincerely,
Gundy

Frustrated. >.<

Argh, I'm so pissed off and it's all 90% because of this fracking FR!

For this FR, I'm assigned to do the data and results portion. Frankly, I don't like this portion. I even prefer the answers to questions part than this. But that's not why I'm so effing frustrated and annoyed. You see, to calculate for the reduced viscosity, I need to know the concentration of the albumin solution. If I follow the volumes listed in the lab manual, then I'd know the concentration. But my professor asked us to change the amount to be prepared. I forgot the freaking amount he said, and now, I can't freaking compute for the freaking concentration, which means I can't freaking compute for the reduced viscosity, which means I can't freaking move on with this freaking FR! And I am freaking pissed off!

I don't even know if I should be pissed off at my prof (why does he always have to change the increments anyway?!) or at myself (why did I forget the volume?! Why didn't I write it down?!). I'm sooooo freaking pissed off. ARGH.

This is so frustrating! I can't believe that one. effing. number. is what's keeping me from getting this FR over with! I'm not even sure if finding out the volume would help me move on with this FR.

HELP ME.

Yay, Transformers!

I believe that everyone has a 12-year-old boy inside of them. I know I certainly do. I mean, who else would I blame for freaking out every single time a cool comic-book-based movie comes out? So, by a show of hands, who admits that they have a fanboy side?

...

Seriously? No one? Hah.

Okay, maybe there are only a few of us (a few of us girls/ladies/women anyway) who geek out at cool action movies. But c'mon! Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen was coooool! And awesome! And funny! And long, yes. I wanted to pee for half of the movie, but I didn't. You know why? Because I was afraid I'd miss anything.

It's not a masterpiece or anything, and it has its faults, but I still like it just as much as the first one. Yay, Transformers!

(Because I'm such a net freak, I found out that in USA, there's this issue of racism because the twin Autobots are voiced by black people. Seriously? Racism? I don't think those Autobots were portrayed negatively AT ALL. They were funny, they were cool, and they were good guys! What's so wrong about that?)

The Proposal, Up, and HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE coming soon to a theater near you! Aaaaah, Harry Potter!  I know it's foolish to hope for the movie to even come close to the awesomeness and perfection that is the sixth HP book by JK Rowling, but I can't help but hope! I mean, look at the trailers! Based on the trailers, the movie looks so faithful to the books. Can't wait!

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Two weeks into class and I'm still alive! I have a nicer schedule this time around except I still don't get to go to the tambayan the same time as everyone else! Kevin told me last Friday that tambay hours (when everyone else is there) are 11:30-1:00. Hmph. Since I haven't seen most of my MSHS-UPD friends, I'm thinking of treating them to pizza on my birthday week. But if no one's available during my vacant time, I might dump the idea.

Anyway, I'm trying to fix my life improve my grades this semester. And every other semester, for that matter. Haha! I think I'm going to apply for an org, which somehow makes me feel that I'm biting off more than I can chew, with a CWTS with lots of fieldwork, biochemistry, two majors, readings-laden GEs, belonging to a guinea pig class, and hydrobics. (Oh wait, I've enumerated my 20-unit semester.) Why did I apply, then? Carpe diem, sieze the day, all that jazz. Haha. I can do this!

Currently The Apprentice (Jane Rizzoli, Book 2) By Tess Gerritsen see related

Money, money, money.

It must be funny in a rich man's world.

The first week of classes is done. Professors have been met (most of them anyway), rooms have been visited, money has been given (hello, allowance!), classmates have been judged (hehe), stories have been shared, body clocks have (hopefully) adjusted, and of course, reference books have been assigned.

Oh my goodness, those reference books. Those effing reference books! Let me give you a quick rundown of how much those reference books cost (crossed out = bought):

Biochemistry, Boyer; Chem 40; Php 1330 (if bought at ChemSoc)/ Php 1500
Principles of Anatomy and Physiology, Tortora and Grabowski; FN 14; Php 2296 (!)
Guzman's Introduction to Food Preparation, Fojas-Luna; FN 11; Php 425
Basic Foods for Filipinos, Chavez, de Leon, and Claudio; FN 11; Php 625

Total, so far (emphasis on "so far")? Php 5376. WTF?!

It's not like books are the only thing I, and every other student, need to buy for school. My parents and I are currently spending a mini-fortune on readings, lab manuals, modules, a water noodle, chemistry supplies... The list could go on, but I don't want to think about all the money being spent. (If you're wondering why the sentence before the last started with "my parents and I are", it's because I buy some school stuff [like the "cheaper" books, modules, readings etc.] without reimbursing the cost. I think of it as my little way of helping them.)

A couple of days ago, Mom and I went to the mall. I showed her the "This is not a shoe. It's a mania." chucks that I wanted sooo bad. They were quite expensive (almost Php 3000), so of course Mom and Dad (via text) said no. I was a bit sad, a bit frustrated, but Dad said we were on a tight budget.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that Principles of Anatomy and Physiology (it's a medical book, BTW) was about the same price, even a bit cheaper, than those TINAS,IAM chucks that I still want so bad. I was so annoyed at myself, for some reason. I was wearing my beige-ish chucks that day, and everytime I looked at them, the only thing I could think of was "reference book".

I'm a greedy, selfish person. Ack. I can't even bring myself to ask for new shoes, new clothes, new [non-reference] books, new movies, or new music CDs anymore!

*Sigh*. CWTS tomorrow. If I need a reference book for that too, I might strangle someone. My prof, maybe. Hehe.

PS My stomach's acting up. Dad's, too. Curse you, sourdough bread! Happy Father's day to all the fathers out there!  I hope you're bonding in a different way than Dad and I, with our upset stomachs. Hahaha.

Currently The Surgeon: A Novel By Tess Gerritsen see related

Three.

I'm a little annoyed pissed off disappointed that I didn't manage to fulfill my required units this semester (so far). I only have 17 units (+ PE and CWTS); I need 20. Three more. I need a GE. Not just any GE, but an MST or an SSP. I had to cancel my MST and SSP because of Chem. I stood in line for three days to get both lec and lab of Biochem. (Why is word "three" underlined? Because the title's Three. Hahaha!)

The weird thing is, I have to pay 2XXXX for 17 units this semester. During my first sem in UP, I also had to pay roughly the same amount! But I had 19 units (+ PE) back then. Ghad, those lab fees are so high! I never paid much attention to them before, but now, WOAH.

This blog was supposed to be a rant about the enrollment, but I just don't have the energy to think, much less blog, about my four-day enrollment. I haven't even paid yet! But the good news is, classes start next week instead of tomorrow! Yay!

Anyway, today's a pretty eventful day. The three most important events (for me) that happend today are: (1) finished enrolling, finally; (2) our house got flooded (for the second effing time!); and (3) LOLO TURNED 94 TODAY!

Since I will not bother to explain number two, let's go ahead and jump to the number three.

HAPPY 94TH BIRTHDAY, LOLO!

WE LOVE YOU!

Yeah! We ate dinner at Lolo's (where we used to live). For a 94-year-old man, Lolo's quite strong (IMO, at least). He can still read, he can still walk (he needs help though), he's still... functional, to say the least. Oh yeah, he still teases us, his grandchildren. Haha!

Lolo: Anong araw ngayon?
Me: Monday po.
Lolo: Petsa! Anong petsa?
Me: June 8 po.
Lolo: Birthday ko pala!
Me: Oo nga po...
Lolo: 95 na ako!
Me: Lolo, di ba 94 pa lang po kayo?
Lolo: Hindi, 95 na ako!

Hmmm. Okay, Lolo. Haha! When he read what was written on the cake (Happy 94th birthday, Lolo! Love, Una, Gundy, Tria, Joaquin, and PJ), the first thing he said was "95 na ako!" Hehe. Lola (and everyone else) laughed as Dad tried to explain to Lolo that he was born on 1915, making him 94 years old.

Hey, he's old already! Next year, Lolo will be right on track (unless he insists he's 96).