<1.12.03_sunD_3:25pm> MAKE OF IT WHAT YOU WILL:

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<9.19.02_thursD_7:55pm> BREAK  i think it'll be best for me to end this blogging thing now.  first, because i really know zilch about it.  i'm obviously not doing it right; it's not the way of most bloggers.  you can't really blame me as i'm not a web wizard--and i've never claimed to be one, take note.  yeah, sure, it's cool to be different--but not on this one.  second, i don't really have time for it.  so i'm ending this right now.  this will be my last entry.  or maybe only until i get more time at my disposal (like during the sembreak--which is not a month away from now! CAN'T WAIT!).  'cause right now i really just don't hold my time.  not with school being like a demanding, hard-to-please boss.  it's draining all my time, talent, and treasure--not to mention energy.  so to my fans and loyalists (who i doubt are extant), i'm sorry but i gotta take a break from writing here.  you won't want me to have a nervous breakdown like mariah carey (who used to top my list of fave crooners) did, right?  i surely won't wish me such misfortune.  i SO don't want me to end up in a loony bin, or in an asylum, or in a hospital (wherever mariah's PR people claimed she went during her hiatus).  but i'd sure like to have her money. . .hehe.  well, anyway, that's it.  for now, lemme just say. . .good-bye!  ciao!  sayonara!  paalam!  or to make it more lively, i'd say it the way josh (a former jeddah housemate's kid) used to say: bye-baboo-balikkayodito!

but i surely will not miss you.

<9.15.02_sunD_12:30am> BEL8D BDAY BLAST  Look!  I didn't know I got a shoutout from the renaissance girl, m(r)s mona veluz, and on my birthday, too!  (It's her 8/2/02 entry.)  Here is the mention that would've made my day then (as it did just now!):

<9.10.02_tuesD_1:06am> MY LAWS  Sometimes when you think everything's coming up roses for you, or at least when everything seems to be going well in your life, you forget to do some things.  Such as updating your website.  <sighhh>

Hmm, that sounds just like #8 of Murphy's Laws: If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something. 

But they don't really mean the same thing.  So I remain a skeptic.

Maybe I should just create my own laws.  "Mayee's Laws" wouldn't sound totally unoriginal, would it?  One thing I'm sure of, though: it'll be all negative.

<9.8.02_sunD_10:21pm> SOMETIMES YOU'RE SORRY  Sometimes, it just happens.  Without you meaning it to.  Sometimes, there's just no way around it.  However much you may try to avoid it.  Sometimes, it just spins out of your control.  Although you may struggle to get a grip on it.

And you're sorry that it ever happened.  Sometimes.  Like now.

I'm sorry for letting more than a week go by without logging anything here.

EXCUSES, EXCUSES  First of all, happy birthday to the certified virgin known the world over.  Nah, not Britney Spears but Mama Mary.  O_o

Second, I am back.  With a vengeance.  Hooray!

Third, I am back because I'm angry.  Not at the world--I've never really been angry at the world!--but at a specific somebody.  And since I'm back with a vengeance, and would like somebody to die hard, I'd like to team up with Bruce Willis--go off somewhere with him to train how to bruise willies.  He. He. He.  (Thats a slooow, sinister laugh, huh.)

Fourth, I have no excuse for my absence but that I had two exams the day after I last wrote something here, and I and my groupmates are preparing a research instrument for a major project (still working on it, in fact), and I was always so tired whenever I got home that I'd just go right to bed after barging through our front door.  It's true.  But it's also true that I was downed by the lazy (or laziness) bug.

Oh, let's not forget that tripod, my host, has been down, too.  So you can't heap all the blame on me, blweh.  =p

<8.27.02_tuesD_12:35am> DESERTED BY THE ACTING BUG i wish my acting abilities didn't die along with the padre damaso character i played back in a 2nd year high school play. . .  but i'd rather live with zero acting abilities now than be tapped to play the same character again.

but i'd been commended for that--no less than by the guidance counselor in our school, mind.  but the acting bug just never stayed with me.  i guess that was for the better, because it helped steer me onto the road i'm now trodding on, which is far from hollywood or even mother ignacia road (read: abs-cbn compound). and anyway, i don't think i'd ever look the part of a struggling, starving actress. . .  @_@

<8.26.02_monD_12am> GUILT LANE i'd like to be diane lane, if only for having kissed viggo mortensen (aragorn in "the lord of the rings") in a film released in 1999 and the smolderingly handsome olivier martinez, that French guy (model, i read somewhere) who played the adulterous character of paul martel in "unfaithful."  tsk, tsk!  but hey, i think she's a real good actress!  just check out the hot-flush scene in "unfaithful," where i was stumped as to whether she was crying or laughing, or both, or what. . .

wait, that sounds like i was confused.  but really, you gotta admire her for that.  and she was totally believable as a gallivanting wife who later on gets a major guilt attack.  you'd see how what she did ate her up inside, even if it came only after letting her inside get eaten by the charming younger man... *hik*hik*hik*

<8.24.02_saturD_11:39pm> MATH: TINIK  it used to be that one of my fave subjects in grade school, besides english, was math.  those two were what felt "natural" to me, for which i didn't have to study (not much anyway).  as a matter of fact, i even got the best in math award in my fifth grade class.

but math and i would go our separate ways, as it turned out.  =(  when i entered high school, english became my favorite subject--and only english.  math became but a blip in my brain--which froze whenever it detected the word "math."

i carried this aversion to math with me until i came to the door of the far-flung math building on campus to take up math 1 as a freshie in upd.  needless to say, i was not very confident in the class.  indeed, when it was time to claim the classcard for this subject, i wasn't at all surprised when the encircled grade was not very far to the right (where the dreaded tres lies).  of course, this was anticipated--almost planned, even, because i spent the weekend before the math final exam reading three harry potter books.  hehehe. 

so don't wonder why i dropped math 11 last sem (but hey, the prof was really stringent--had to be, i think, as he was the univ prez's son) and why i'm not taking it next sem and why i'm putting off taking it as long as i could and why i've seriously considered (and agonized over) shifting out of my current course just so i could dodge it and why i feel a foul force whenever i get near the math and eng'g buildings and why i never take the toki jeep (the route of which includes the math bldg) anymore and why i flinch and cringe whenever i hear it said and. . .i could go on and on.  bottom line is, i've given up on math, that's why i've rid my mind of illusions of ever being called a math wizard (or witch) or a matinik in math.  or turn out to be like einstein, who was a math moron (i heard) before his brain defrosted and came up with e=mc² and made the world pay attention.   i guess math will just always be the tinik (thorn) in my academic life. . . .