Unravel Life 2

Fact: Kingdom Hearts II is a mix of Disney characters, Final Fantasy and... well, OCs.

I just finished KH2 last night.

Like always, I like it. The animation was good, the gameplay better. I was quite disappointed with myself, though, I didn't reach Level 99 AND I didn't have Fenrir nor the Ultima Weapon. I doubt you could understand what I'm saying, but basically speaking, I didn't complete the game 100%. I only cared for the storyline, but at the end, it was too late to turn back. Still, 5/5 stars for Kingdom Hearts 2. A nice sequel. Hope to God there's KH3!

Hmmm. Anyway. Summer's going fine, I'm currently reading Stardust by Neil Gaiman. I watched the movie before, and I thought it was really good. Now, I regret not reading the book earlier. Gaiman's writing is special, dazzling even. Inspiring. And for another useless fact about myself, I always mix Gaiman and Coehlo up. Damn them. They write so well. I wish I could complete my novel.

And oh, I want something new to do in the Internet. In hopes of having something fun to do, I found a site called RentYourSoul. It's fun, and there's a chance you'll win 10 dollars to you and your chosen charity. So, how to play this happy game? You just take a picture of your soul and hope that it will be chosen in the random draw. Easy, isn't it? For more information, just go to the site I linked above. ^^

Well, that's for today. Thanks, and have a grand time. :)

Fact: Davao cannot and would not experience the full effects of a storm.

I'm in Davao.

This place is just so marvelous. For 15 years I have lived here, and it still amazes me. The calm wind, swaying trees... sigh. Sometimes I curse myself for leaving this little haven of mine, but it was really my adventurous side that got the better of me. I want to explore new places, dammit, I don't want to get stuck here forever.

But still, Davao. Thanks for being so great, you cute city surrounded by big mountains.

Let me hug. ^^

Fact: You transfer from other school, you shift from other courses within that school.

My transfer business in Diliman is in jeopardy.

You see, I really thought the only requirement for transferring is a GWA of 2.25. I have a GWA of 1.8, which is way above the requirement. But then, yesterday, I got a tragic news that still haunts me today. It seems, since I am transferring to the Department of English and Comparative Literature, my average grade in English subjects must be 2.00 or higher. My total weighted average for my English subjects, dear reader, is 2.1.

But it isn't the end of the world. Actually, there's only a 20% chance that I won't get accepted in the department, since the one I talk to wasn't sure if it's only Eng1 or Eng2 that would be included in the grade average. It seems my HUM 1, amidst a literature subject, can be considered as an English subject since the department tackled it years back. And when I asked the department itself about it, the SA (student assistant) told me that Eng2 isn't really included since they don't have it in the department. The problem is, all of these stuff are just speculations.

Here's my list of possibilities:

1. Eng1 and Eng2 only, average is 2.12. I won't get transferred.

2. Eng1 and Eng2 only, average is 2.12, but sees that my total GWA is high. Favorable.

3. Eng1, Eng2 and Hum1 (or SPCM1), average is 2.00 (or higher). Favorable.

4. Eng 2 not counted. Favorable.

5. There's no really such rule that the English GWA must be 2.00. Favorable.

As you can see, the odds are favorable with me. However, I am not satisfied with these odds, as the chance of not being transferred still poses a threat against me. Having a really confused head right now. Help me, anyone who knows how to transfer to the English Department? :(

Fact: Love is wild and harsh.

She rejected me.

That makes it six consecutive heartbreaks for the past three years. I have grown accustomed to rejection, hell, it's my holy friggin' bestfriend when it comes in love. I don't even know why I told her that I like her- knowing that she's too much for me and I should have stayed my mouth shut. OK, I admit. I was hoping a little she'll like me too, hoping a little that my good attitude would compensate my horrible looks and empty wallet.

Clearly, it wasn't enough. It took only one sentence of nine words to throw all that hope in the trash bin.

I told her it's OK, I understand, that's the way of life. A very obvious lie, of course. I am not OK that time, I assure you that. We talked a little more, but the pain in my heart was too much that I have to cut the conversation short. And then, out of the blue, the rage began.

I was angry at her, angry at myself, angry at God, angry at the whole wide world.

I threw all my books in a cardboard box, cursing all the time. I'll point at one book and whisper with grim hatred, 'Cyrano de Bergerac, you fuck shit, I took your advice, and newsflash, baby: She didn't like it.' or at another book, 'Ed Kennedy, freaking loser, how come you got Audrey when you're only a taxi driver for God's sake'. I swear, if my roommates were there, they really would be surprised by my sudden outburst. And if fiction characters are real, they'll surely kill me for showering them with curses.*

Rage subsided for exhaustion and realization. After a few minutes lying in my bed, I realized that I shouldn't have burst like that. I anticipated the rejection, I should have remained calm. It was hope. I shouldn't have hoped, even for a little. It took only an ounce of hope rejected to throw my books in a cardboard box.

What more if I hoped a lot?

I'll burn the dorm to its very foundation, more than likely. Haha. Thankfully, I'm moving on right now. Little shots of depression here and there, but I'm moving on. And my books are back on their places, thank you very much.

*Although I was angry by that time, it was quite funny to talk to books as if they were alive. Very nice. Try it at home, folks. Just make sure the doors and windows are closed. Tata. ^^

Fact: The first sure way of getting readers in your blog is to be a reader in other blogs.

I want to know and mingle with Filipino bloggers.

No, wait. That's not it. I want to make friends with Filipino bloggers (and maybe some international ones too, but I'm not aiming that high yet).

No more am I a solitary person in the world of blogging. I want to be read, and I want to read. Give and you shall receive, said hath the good man in skinny jeans. The problem is, no one of my close friends are blogging. They either (1) stopped blogging when their high school years are over, (2) update their blog twice a year (in Friendster, which I grumpily accepted as a blog), or (3) simply think that blogging is a waste of time. So, if this is a game of Connections, I am freaking not connected to any blogger at all.

Except my brother, but that's not counted since he blogs in Multiply, which is just an improved version of Friendster (haha, I really don't like Friendster if you have noticed).

And then Erika comes along. At last, after years of drought, I finally met a real life blogger. Inspired by my brother's past blogs and hoping that I could use Erika's blogroll to my evil schemes (kidding), I set off to create a new blog. Which is the one you're looking at, if you want to know. So, primary goals for this blog: express thoughts and make new friends. Coolness.

Before I forget, UtakGago's back from limbo! I really thought he was gone after his main site disappeared. Hoorah! Damn famous, this guy. I couldn't even believe he goes to the same school as I am. I hope I could meet with him someday. Hahaha. ^^

Well, that's it, thanks for reading. I really don't have anything new to blog about, sorry. Later, maybe? :3

P.S. If you have some blog in your mind that you want me to read, let me know! That's one way of narrowing my search for affiliations here in the blogosphere. Thanks!

P.P.S. Bad day yesterday. Really bad day. I could have be in Davao if not for the solitary class card that I didn't get from the teacher yet. Dammit. If all else fails, I'll just pass my grades for evaluation and retake the subject in Diliman next semester. Three thousand pesos wasted. Thanks a lot.

Fact: Summer marks the full growth of vegetables and other land foodies.

Summer's here.

I'm not liking it... yet.

Classes just ended last week, and I'm still stuck at school- collecting damn class cards from teachers that seem to disappear from the dimensional plane of reality itself. I only need one more, dear reader, one freaking class card to escape the hell of solitude. Please, dear God, if you're reading my shitty blog, please let me see my class card tomorrow morning- sitting comfortably on my professor's pigeon hole.

OK, so why do I hate staying at school during summer? Well, apart from the fact that I should be in Davao right now, here's a list of the things I hate in Los Baños during the summer:

1. Stores in Grove Street (aka Street of Many Stuff) are closing. Yes, you heard me right. It took me 40 minutes to find another internet cafe, because my favorite internet cafe- which is supposed to be 24/7 for God's sake- closed for the summer earlier.

2. Dormitory is closing, dormmates are leaving. I don't really love my dormmates, except for a certain number of people, but I would rather have them than the eerie silence that replaced them when they left for their provinces. Thankfully, I'm leaving tomorrow.

3. Dormitory is closing, dorm canteen just closed. OK, I think this is damn karma. I criticized the dorm canteen so harshly (if you haven't read it yet, see my criticism for Tita Tess Canteen here) that God punished me by by closing it down, letting me see its importance in my everyday life. Now I have to walk 0.5 kilometers just to satisfy my hunger. Holy macaroni.

4. UP Los Baños becomes the ultimate ghost town. I'm imagining I'm in some kind of a horror video game when I go down the lower campus (especially the Humanities Building and surrounding lands) to find my daily foodie. No soul at all. Makes me feel alone. Awwww. Trash that.

Anyway, I have to hunt for food now. I have this feeling that the remaining stores will close down when the clock strikes 6. Haha. Bye for now, and have a nice day. ^^

Fact: In the UP System, a grade of 1.00 means you're in for a treat while its counterpart, 5.00, means you're one step closer to the cute little world of burning hell.

Yeah, first semester is damn shit. I'm still a struggling freshman back then, so I could not really take all the blame. And besides, I was really expecting high grades that semester. What I could not understand was why the holy freaking macaroni of living angels I got a grade of 2.5 for a subject where I was expecting a 1.00. Partly my fault, anyhow. I keep complaining and shitting about it, even though I didn't ask the teacher why. Oh well. I still hate her. What's done is done.

So I vowed revenge.

Enter second semester. Frowning face and burning eyes, I set off to reclaim my lost honor, the fuel that keeps my evil pride running. I resorted back to my old high school tactic- do not study, review and comprehend. I have this theory that once you have understood something very well, you don't have to study about it anymore. So I focused harder during my classes and relax more during my breaks. After a few weeks of the semester using this tactic, I made my Expectation List of Happy Grades and First Impressions:

HUM 1- Expected Grade is 1.75

"Yey, Professor Dumlao is my teacher. Perhaps I could garner a 1.75 again like what I did back in Fil 20. Perhaps, perhaps."

SPCM 1- Expected Grade is 2.00

"Shit. I'm not into speeches. This is a bad subject."

PSY 1- Expected Grade is 1.00

"Hmmm. The teacher looks crazed, but testimonials from others say it's easy to get a 1.00 from this subject."

MATH 2- Expected Grade is 2.00

MATH 1- Expected Grade is 1.00

"Fun subject with Prof. Loyola as my teacher. Another 1.00 maybe."

SOC 130- Expected Grade is 1.50

"Seems like a hard subject, but everyone says my professor gives high grades. Nothing to worry about."

And now, after 5 months of hardship, tears and blood, here's what I have gained:

HUM 1- Teacher did not release results yet. Shit.
SPCM 1- True Grade is 1.50

"It seems I could associate my writing with speaking after all. Very nice."

PSY 1- True Grade is 1.75

"Really fun professor, but she makes really hard exams and quizzes. I'm literally pushing back tears when I saw my grade. I was really expecting a 2.5 or 2.75 from her. Thank ye, God and kind professor."

MATH 2- True Grade is 1.50

"Thanks to my ever helpful roommate as well as sleepless nights comprehending formulas, I was able to harvest a good grade."

MATH 1- True Grade is 1.25

"Darn, I should have done an additional project. Still, 1.25 is not far from 1.00. Another hook to bring my grades up."

SOC 130- True Grade is 2.00

"Not expected with a professor who gives high grades, don't you think? Still, it's a good one, so no complain here."