Great.
Apparently, I was indeed correct when I mentioned at the beginning of this sem that this academic year will find an angrier, more bitter, me.
Latest in a string of unfortunate events: fried my 80GB external hard drive, causing me to worry about whether my TV shows, movies, a large dump of MP3's, galleries and galleries of PHOTOS, old lecture notes and tutorials and projects and miscellaneous documents for Choir & Ridge & NUS and heck even Pisay days, are still recoverable. I promised someone I'd post some recent photos in my Flickr account, and I couldn't because of this.
Golden lava still flowing off my arms, craters of red volcanoes expanding, and I just learned that the doctor who examined me a few weeks back, who let me strip and touched my legs a little longer than necessary, is rumored to be gay. More than anything, after two trips to his clinic, the red volcanoes and golden lava are still very much active.
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Today the NUS Choir had its first rehearsal with the new recruits from last week's auditions. We were playing this sticker game variation of the Speed Dating game, and this pretty girl came up to me, we chitchatted and I won, and the forfeit was for me to place a sticker on her face or forehead. She said, nah, she'll stick the thing on herself. She was very nice and friendly and all (and funky too, from her big round green earrings and sassy specs), really, but I couldn't help but think that she didn't want me to stick the thing because, well, let's just say the back of my right hand is a red volcano region.
Visayon the Publicity Sec, who I like to joke around with, like Aaron, said in our committee discussion of what to do during the first practice, that maybe the forfeit for the losers of the game would involve me. He said that I would give them a hug. With my red volcanoes and crusty gold goo on my arms, I sure as hell was willing to bet it would've been a nasty forfeit no freshie would ever forget. That was quite a funny suggestion, though, I thought when Vi joked about it. Thinking about it again, I don't quite feel so good.
Tutorials begin next week. Woe to those who haven't begun studying yet.
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Lord please help me decide which module to drop: EN3223: 19th Century Literature and Culture (offered by this amazing British-accented Cambridge-educated lecturer who's a staple in every year's Faculty Teaching Excellence Awardee list) or EN3249: The Body: Politics, Poetics, Perception (a very interesting module taught by this funky English lecturer whose module I enjoyed last time, although I'm worried the subject material is a bit too hardcore philosophy and literature).
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The Ridge magazine is out! It's the bumper issue that's supposedly the March/April issue. (Yes, some problem with the printers I think.. the higher-up editors don't really like to talk about it much) It's still good stuff, mind you, and it's fresh from the printers. I have an article there, too, so it can't be too bad. Haha. The August issue will be out in a week's time too, methinks. Good stuff, take a copy and read.
Mugging time now. Arts modules have so many readings I should read at every opportunity I have. Goodnight.
P.S.
Thank you you lovely people for dropping by my blog and offering your kind words and encouragement. I'm still breathing and blogging, so I can't be NOT okay. (Then again 'okay' is such an ambiguous word) Thanks a lot!
I'm depressed.
I'm depressed.
And stressed and exhausted from all the co-curricular activities I'm doing and I haven't even started studying for this year's modules yet. And this eczema is the most annoying thing that's managed to corrode my self-esteem in record time. It's all over my arms, and they spew golden goo all day.
Life sucks.
And stressed and exhausted from all the co-curricular activities I'm doing and I haven't even started studying for this year's modules yet. And this eczema is the most annoying thing that's managed to corrode my self-esteem in record time. It's all over my arms, and they spew golden goo all day.
Life sucks.
Kick-off
Kick-off
There's something wrong with how this semester is kicking off. My first class of the semester is at 2PM later, Linear Algebra II, but right about now I'm feeling exhausted already. Strange. I'm supposed to be feeling this way well into the semester whenI do my sparring sessions with midterms and projects and tutorials and exams.
I never quite realized how much Choir and Ridge stuff took of my time and energy.
Anyway, everything's not so bad la. Maybe I deserve this for slacking on my duties the past few days and enjoying the remainder of the holidays a little too much. Oh well, I'm gonna be a happy boy tomorrow, I declare it. :)
While I'm at it, lemme greet another happy boy Kerwin a wonderful birthday. Yes this greeting is a day late, but it comes with my apologies for forgetting to greet (I insist I fully remembered, I just forgot to greet) and my sincerest wishes of joy and success. :) Happy 22nd, big bro.
All right, it's 4AM, it's a long day ahead, I better get fully-recharged by getting some sleep.
Life is gooooood, baby.
There's something wrong with how this semester is kicking off. My first class of the semester is at 2PM later, Linear Algebra II, but right about now I'm feeling exhausted already. Strange. I'm supposed to be feeling this way well into the semester whenI do my sparring sessions with midterms and projects and tutorials and exams.
I never quite realized how much Choir and Ridge stuff took of my time and energy.
Anyway, everything's not so bad la. Maybe I deserve this for slacking on my duties the past few days and enjoying the remainder of the holidays a little too much. Oh well, I'm gonna be a happy boy tomorrow, I declare it. :)
While I'm at it, lemme greet another happy boy Kerwin a wonderful birthday. Yes this greeting is a day late, but it comes with my apologies for forgetting to greet (I insist I fully remembered, I just forgot to greet) and my sincerest wishes of joy and success. :) Happy 22nd, big bro.
All right, it's 4AM, it's a long day ahead, I better get fully-recharged by getting some sleep.
Life is gooooood, baby.
Red volcanoes and golden lava
Red volcanoes and golden lava
I sympathize with the affected families in Bicol, a region in the Philippines, who are experiencing the horrors of a volcanic eruption, courtesy of Mt. Mayon. Mt. Mayon is this beautifully-shaped and almost symmetrical volcano that has been dormant for years, but is spewing out lava onto the villages and fields along the slope and at the foot of the mountain.
I really hope everything will turn out fine for my these poor village folk.
Lately, too, I've been experiencing tumultuous eruptions of sorts on a personal level. Nothing dramatic, it's just my skin. It's eczema, and it SUCKS BIG TIME.
Remember the rashes and boils I was talking about? Ah yes, they're now red volcanoes and golden lava. I got them in the Philippines, and after a good three weeks or so, they're still on my arms, and are all the more disgusting. The worst ones are at the back of my left wrist, three big boils that I like to call Orion's belt--although there is nothing remotely amazing or spellbinding about them. The boils are disgusting, and I hate them.
It's begun to corrode my self-esteem in fact. They line my arms in some constellation like pattern, and they sometimes get wet and oozy. I especially hate those near my wrist and at the back of my hand, because I'm terrified of scaring people away. It's not contagious, though, but if I were another person I'd be disgusted too. I've been doing a lot of socialization of sorts too lately, what with this 4-day matriculation fair stint I did for Choir and The Ridge, this Choral Workshop the NUS Choir hosted on Tuesday and the Welcome Tea for newbies on Thursday, and my Editorial meeting with the Ridge guys. Ugh, I cannot imagine how I am going to lectures and tutorials when classes begin on Monday. :(
Aaron and Joanne wanted to swim today, but I had to pass because I'm afraid I'd receive the lifeguard's whistle and thrown out of the pool for being some sort of danger to the swimmers. Oh what a sad life.
I'm still taking the medications the doctor gave me, I'm just waiting to see if they work. I'm not sure if my boils going all out disgusting is a good sign, as it means the toxins are being purged out and better days are sure to come, or maybe the doctor (who asked me to strip to check my legs too) just couldn't help me.
Anyway, I'm already tired from working for Choir and The Ridge. And school proper hasn't even started. I hope I'm able to pull through, as this year is probably the biggest academic obstacle I've ever had to face.
I'm glad I have good company with me, though. The Pinoy group, who went for this Housewarming Party cum Carina's Birthday Celebration at Normanton Park last Saturday, and my Choir buddies, especially those who stay at Ridge View Residences. My bridging-mates Korinna and Ivy are also back, and I'm thrilled that they're around.
I've set up a Multiply account, but it's currently still a mess. Anyway, for the Pinoy party photos, they're already up at jcsorongon.multiply.com. Feel free to check them out. I'll soon upload some photos of what I've been doing lately, just so Ma and Dad and Kai and friends can have a look. :)
OK, time for potassium permanganate on my wounds.
I sympathize with the affected families in Bicol, a region in the Philippines, who are experiencing the horrors of a volcanic eruption, courtesy of Mt. Mayon. Mt. Mayon is this beautifully-shaped and almost symmetrical volcano that has been dormant for years, but is spewing out lava onto the villages and fields along the slope and at the foot of the mountain.
I really hope everything will turn out fine for my these poor village folk.
Lately, too, I've been experiencing tumultuous eruptions of sorts on a personal level. Nothing dramatic, it's just my skin. It's eczema, and it SUCKS BIG TIME.
Remember the rashes and boils I was talking about? Ah yes, they're now red volcanoes and golden lava. I got them in the Philippines, and after a good three weeks or so, they're still on my arms, and are all the more disgusting. The worst ones are at the back of my left wrist, three big boils that I like to call Orion's belt--although there is nothing remotely amazing or spellbinding about them. The boils are disgusting, and I hate them.
It's begun to corrode my self-esteem in fact. They line my arms in some constellation like pattern, and they sometimes get wet and oozy. I especially hate those near my wrist and at the back of my hand, because I'm terrified of scaring people away. It's not contagious, though, but if I were another person I'd be disgusted too. I've been doing a lot of socialization of sorts too lately, what with this 4-day matriculation fair stint I did for Choir and The Ridge, this Choral Workshop the NUS Choir hosted on Tuesday and the Welcome Tea for newbies on Thursday, and my Editorial meeting with the Ridge guys. Ugh, I cannot imagine how I am going to lectures and tutorials when classes begin on Monday. :(
Aaron and Joanne wanted to swim today, but I had to pass because I'm afraid I'd receive the lifeguard's whistle and thrown out of the pool for being some sort of danger to the swimmers. Oh what a sad life.
I'm still taking the medications the doctor gave me, I'm just waiting to see if they work. I'm not sure if my boils going all out disgusting is a good sign, as it means the toxins are being purged out and better days are sure to come, or maybe the doctor (who asked me to strip to check my legs too) just couldn't help me.
Anyway, I'm already tired from working for Choir and The Ridge. And school proper hasn't even started. I hope I'm able to pull through, as this year is probably the biggest academic obstacle I've ever had to face.
I'm glad I have good company with me, though. The Pinoy group, who went for this Housewarming Party cum Carina's Birthday Celebration at Normanton Park last Saturday, and my Choir buddies, especially those who stay at Ridge View Residences. My bridging-mates Korinna and Ivy are also back, and I'm thrilled that they're around.
I've set up a Multiply account, but it's currently still a mess. Anyway, for the Pinoy party photos, they're already up at jcsorongon.multiply.com. Feel free to check them out. I'll soon upload some photos of what I've been doing lately, just so Ma and Dad and Kai and friends can have a look. :)
OK, time for potassium permanganate on my wounds.
