/ 12:44:00 AM

THIS AND THAT



Ohtay. So i've dillydallied long enough. Yeah, I do realize that I haven't posted an actual entry in over a month. [Boring life notwithstanding] Suffice to say, I ain't so bored no more (heh. bad grammar! bed bed gremmer! i know! i just like the sound of it.^^). Hence, the non-rant mode. I'm finally down with this in-between jobs thingy. I've also been working on other things though that project has been screaming for updates as well. ^.^ I still crave for some non-sedentary "action" that will require me to get my bum off this house but hey, i just take what i can get for now. (",)



Okay, let's backtrack a bit..



Tripping down memory lane. I turned 91 a couple of weeks ago. That would be my approximate age, if I were a cat, that is. No fanfare there whatsoever. It was a crappy day to begin with, just made less crappy by people who cared enough to remember. nhuks! ^.^



Know what, I miss being a kid. It's too early for me to have a mid-life crisis so it's not that. I'm talking about getting all worked up for those red-letter dates - as in birthdays, anniversaries, christmasses, and other festivities we Pinoys are so fond of celebrating. I remember that up until I was 6 or 7, I'd always get sick a day or two before my birthday. Whether it was due to the inclement weather (which was sooo august) or to sheer excitement, I don't know. Weird noh? Owel, go figure. But as the years kept on advancing, the "magic" kinda lost its charm. During my gradeschool and highschool years, August always signified the end of the first quarter and naturally, I've associated my birthday with those so-called judgment days. It was just either of these scenarios: scores for recently concluded periodical exams will come in or it was the actual report card distribution week. Being the gradeconsciouslilgurl that i was (with equally gradeconsciousandachievement-oriented parents), just imagine how those damned grades set the tone for my birthday and ultimately spelled/spoiled my happiness. Great, now I know why I'm used to such high stress levels. =p The college years were no different. Nope, the date was too early to coincide with course card day. But near enough to fall on the hell week that was pre-finals week! Yet again overshadowed by the mad rush to cram for last minute exams and meet those deadliest deadlines. Now this year was decidedly different. School's over so there wasn't any of those academic-related concerns to get in the way. But also no salary and no allowance to speak of. LOLX. Just my luck. Hmm, I wonder how next year's gonna turn out.



War of Nerves. I just had a pre-emp exam last week. I'm not a "math" person so I was hoping that the exam would have a healthy mix of linguistic and mathematical questions and then praying to God that those verbal questions would help me not have the lowest score possible. And then I saw the questionnaire and dread started creeping up my spine. As I was staring at those math-related questions, I couldn't help feeling a tad idiotic. Gaah. There has got to be some conspiracy against the mathematically-challenged population of this world. After attempting (take note, "attempting") to solve the first few questions, I realized I wasn't gonna finish the entire exam at the rate that I was going. Ticktock. Ticktock. I had just about 1 minute to spend on each question. So me0wL skipped the math Qs and attacked the verbal Qs with a vengeance. At least that way, I get to have a fighting chance on not getting a zero, right? Hehe.



whooboy, I got a callback. whee! But the giddiness factor was rather short-lived. Sure, I'm down with the whole pokerfaced deal. Call it a passive-aggressive thing or just being good at making deadma but yeah, I could manage the pretense of being cool and collected. But on the inside, it'll be an entirely different thing. See, I've never been comfortable during interviews. I mean, not when I'm the one on the hotseat. *sighs* You know I should be used to this by now.. but then again, it's a lot easier being the interviewer, don't ya think? You just have to play it cool, ask the right questions, note down the finer points of their responses, listen attentively, pick up on nonverbal cues and know when to probe or when to steer the conversation to a different direction. The power is in your hands. And the interviewee will most probably be too intent on making a good impression to have time to focus on you. (",) Or perhaps I've played the role so many times it was just weird being the one on the opposite end of the table.



There's just something very unnerving about job interviews. Knowing that your every little move is being closely scrutinized by the person before you. Them breaking eye contact with you every now and then to scribble something on their questionnaires or on your resume. Knowing that your entire capacity and potential as a possible member of their workforce is being evaluated based on impressions you'll be making during the scant 20-60 minutes of nerve-racking conversation. And knowing full well what they say about impressions (esp the first ones) - they usually are low on accuracy but they sure do make a hell of an impact! Speaking of impact, I'm pretty sure I blew it. How do I know? Heck, I dunno. I just know I did. And I don't wanna relive the entire experience by talking about it either. It's just one of those things when you know you've made an ass of yourself. As I was making my way out of the building, the sinking feeling I had at the pit of my stomach (or gut or whatever) can fully attest to that.



Moving on...



The Idiot's Box. Caught a double dose of yawn-worthy tvshows this evening. First was the series finale of Birds of Prey. I said it before and I'll say it again: this show sucks. Ugh. If it weren't for Oracle, I wouldn't be wasting my time with this (bird)crap. I was actually discussing with my dad why the show tanked in the US. Of course, he could care less but I needed a sounding board, so I prattled on. It could be for a number of reasons: like the flimsy plot, or the even weaker dialogue. Was it because of the unsympathetic leads? Some people find Ashley Scott appealing enough but I don't know, I just feel that she doesn't get through. That she wasn't able to make Huntress a character that audience can empathize with. Basta, parang may kulang. And don't get me started with the actress who played Dinah. Such a whiny voice. Annoying. Or were the poor ratings due to the fact that the show strayed from the Birds of Prey canon? Maybe followers of the comics were so put off by the changes that the show was met with such rejection. Sayang talaga. I still believe that BoP is a rich material that was poorly handled by the show's creators.



Okay, on to the next. I used to be sooo into Charmed. And then no thanks to Alyssa Milano, they killed off Prue. I stopped watching Charmed after that. Ambabaw ba? Heh. It's just that you don't kill off a main character! Not when the premise of the entire show is based on the Power of Three! Para que pang naging special yung po3 if one sister (the most powerful one at that) can easily be replaced pala?! Reconstituting the Charmed Ones shouldn't be that easy. Whoops, getting carried away here. Lolx. But I must admit (grudgingly though) that the half-sister/half-white lighter bit was an inspired idea. I still don't like Paige (or perhaps my opinion is colored by the fact that I don't like Vanessa del Bianco who freakishly looks like Rose McGowan) but I'm back to watching the show. Yung episode kanina was just sooo blah! I was like, "I've wasted an hour on that?!" Dehm.

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 12:44:00 AM

THIS AND THAT



Ohtay. So i've dillydallied long enough. Yeah, I do realize that I haven't posted an actual entry in over a month. [Boring life notwithstanding] Suffice to say, I ain't so bored no more (heh. bad grammar! bed bed gremmer! i know! i just like the sound of it.^^). Hence, the non-rant mode. I'm finally down with this in-between jobs thingy. I've also been working on other things though that project has been screaming for updates as well. ^.^ I still crave for some non-sedentary "action" that will require me to get my bum off this house but hey, i just take what i can get for now. (",)



Okay, let's backtrack a bit..



Tripping down memory lane. I turned 91 a couple of weeks ago. That would be my approximate age, if I were a cat, that is. No fanfare there whatsoever. It was a crappy day to begin with, just made less crappy by people who cared enough to remember. nhuks! ^.^



Know what, I miss being a kid. It's too early for me to have a mid-life crisis so it's not that. I'm talking about getting all worked up for those red-letter dates - as in birthdays, anniversaries, christmasses, and other festivities we Pinoys are so fond of celebrating. I remember that up until I was 6 or 7, I'd always get sick a day or two before my birthday. Whether it was due to the inclement weather (which was sooo august) or to sheer excitement, I don't know. Weird noh? Owel, go figure. But as the years kept on advancing, the "magic" kinda lost its charm. During my gradeschool and highschool years, August always signified the end of the first quarter and naturally, I've associated my birthday with those so-called judgment days. It was just either of these scenarios: scores for recently concluded periodical exams will come in or it was the actual report card distribution week. Being the gradeconsciouslilgurl that i was (with equally gradeconsciousandachievement-oriented parents), just imagine how those damned grades set the tone for my birthday and ultimately spelled/spoiled my happiness. Great, now I know why I'm used to such high stress levels. =p The college years were no different. Nope, the date was too early to coincide with course card day. But near enough to fall on the hell week that was pre-finals week! Yet again overshadowed by the mad rush to cram for last minute exams and meet those deadliest deadlines. Now this year was decidedly different. School's over so there wasn't any of those academic-related concerns to get in the way. But also no salary and no allowance to speak of. LOLX. Just my luck. Hmm, I wonder how next year's gonna turn out.



War of Nerves. I just had a pre-emp exam last week. I'm not a "math" person so I was hoping that the exam would have a healthy mix of linguistic and mathematical questions and then praying to God that those verbal questions would help me not have the lowest score possible. And then I saw the questionnaire and dread started creeping up my spine. As I was staring at those math-related questions, I couldn't help feeling a tad idiotic. Gaah. There has got to be some conspiracy against the mathematically-challenged population of this world. After attempting (take note, "attempting") to solve the first few questions, I realized I wasn't gonna finish the entire exam at the rate that I was going. Ticktock. Ticktock. I had just about 1 minute to spend on each question. So me0wL skipped the math Qs and attacked the verbal Qs with a vengeance. At least that way, I get to have a fighting chance on not getting a zero, right? Hehe.



whooboy, I got a callback. whee! But the giddiness factor was rather short-lived. Sure, I'm down with the whole pokerfaced deal. Call it a passive-aggressive thing or just being good at making deadma but yeah, I could manage the pretense of being cool and collected. But on the inside, it'll be an entirely different thing. See, I've never been comfortable during interviews. I mean, not when I'm the one on the hotseat. *sighs* You know I should be used to this by now.. but then again, it's a lot easier being the interviewer, don't ya think? You just have to play it cool, ask the right questions, note down the finer points of their responses, listen attentively, pick up on nonverbal cues and know when to probe or when to steer the conversation to a different direction. The power is in your hands. And the interviewee will most probably be too intent on making a good impression to have time to focus on you. (",) Or perhaps I've played the role so many times it was just weird being the one on the opposite end of the table.



There's just something very unnerving about job interviews. Knowing that your every little move is being closely scrutinized by the person before you. Them breaking eye contact with you every now and then to scribble something on their questionnaires or on your resume. Knowing that your entire capacity and potential as a possible member of their workforce is being evaluated based on impressions you'll be making during the scant 20-60 minutes of nerve-racking conversation. And knowing full well what they say about impressions (esp the first ones) - they usually are low on accuracy but they sure do make a hell of an impact! Speaking of impact, I'm pretty sure I blew it. How do I know? Heck, I dunno. I just know I did. And I don't wanna relive the entire experience by talking about it either. It's just one of those things when you know you've made an ass of yourself. As I was making my way out of the building, the sinking feeling I had at the pit of my stomach (or gut or whatever) can fully attest to that.



Moving on...



The Idiot's Box. Caught a double dose of yawn-worthy tvshows this evening. First was the series finale of Birds of Prey. I said it before and I'll say it again: this show sucks. Ugh. If it weren't for Oracle, I wouldn't be wasting my time with this (bird)crap. I was actually discussing with my dad why the show tanked in the US. Of course, he could care less but I needed a sounding board, so I prattled on. It could be for a number of reasons: like the flimsy plot, or the even weaker dialogue. Was it because of the unsympathetic leads? Some people find Ashley Scott appealing enough but I don't know, I just feel that she doesn't get through. That she wasn't able to make Huntress a character that audience can empathize with. Basta, parang may kulang. And don't get me started with the actress who played Dinah. Such a whiny voice. Annoying. Or were the poor ratings due to the fact that the show strayed from the Birds of Prey canon? Maybe followers of the comics were so put off by the changes that the show was met with such rejection. Sayang talaga. I still believe that BoP is a rich material that was poorly handled by the show's creators.



Okay, on to the next. I used to be sooo into Charmed. And then no thanks to Alyssa Milano, they killed off Prue. I stopped watching Charmed after that. Ambabaw ba? Heh. It's just that you don't kill off a main character! Not when the premise of the entire show is based on the Power of Three! Para que pang naging special yung po3 if one sister (the most powerful one at that) can easily be replaced pala?! Reconstituting the Charmed Ones shouldn't be that easy. Whoops, getting carried away here. Lolx. But I must admit (grudgingly though) that the half-sister/half-white lighter bit was an inspired idea. I still don't like Paige (or perhaps my opinion is colored by the fact that I don't like Vanessa del Bianco who freakishly looks like Rose McGowan) but I'm back to watching the show. Yung episode kanina was just sooo blah! I was like, "I've wasted an hour on that?!" Dehm.