pms-ing
kapal ng mukha ko no. i still have 39 digests to go, which i have to finish by tomorrow. but no, i am like, 39 nalang. kapaaaal.
anyway.
whew. this month's pms moments have been just that, literally, pms-ing. i am pleased to declare that everyday this week i found at least one person whom i wanted to or actually picked a war against. and i am damn proud of it.
monday. persons. bruce sort of told us that ulan might give us a quiz on conjugal to family home. so when ulan had recits about filiation [which if you think about it is sooo freaking easy, just read the codal] the two people who were called couldnt answer, and defensively reasoned that bruce told us about him giving us a quiz on conjugal. so that he resorted to.
and bad part of that was, i didn't study conjugal.
the thing is, before i went to school, i computed the remaining time. we have three meetings to go and like 65% of the book covered pa lang. so i opted to study filiation.
i was swallowing my frustrations at the beginning of the quiz because really, twas my fault if i fail that.
the worse part of that was, i saw the two people, asking their seatmates for the answer.
aaaaaaaarg.
i was so pissed off that when i came back at the lib to squeal in the details to shem, i was literally, nagwawala. i was more mad at the second person to recit, the girl, who is a second year. i swear, ang tanga niya. a mother can disown a kid? gaaad. you dont have to be in lawschool to know that it's only if you're suffering from debility or that depression the brooke shields went through that you do that, but then again, that is a rare moment, something that women who actually have brains and use them would even think about. and yun nga. she is in second year. fine, let's assume she didnt have ulan next year, but at least she knows how it works in lawschool. you finish the book. regardless of what you've reached in class, sa finals, it is assumed you read the entire book. gaaaaaad.
tuesday i dont really like to discuss because it was more of a paranoia. na tipong since i am who i am that's why that person's like that towards me. but it's not proven. basta yun.
wednesday. ooh i love this. our prof in seminar, a priest, just came to class to tell us the coverage for the finals. two people opposed this: the beadle and a classmate from la salle. they thought the reaction paper we are to submit is the finals na. the prof corrected them, not only because he has already informed the other class about the finals, but he cannot think of any other way to gauge what we have learned in seminar. the beadle later on corrected himself, but the other guy just didnt give up easily. if i heard it right pa, he suggested to the prof to lie to the other class as to how he "forgot" that the paper's the finals na pala. but he gave up later on and said it's the prof's decision anyway.
oooh, and. he had to argue this: in la salle, in our theo classes, the finals is usually just a reaction paper. or something.
so when everything's settled na, i asked something. he answered it by writing something in the board but there was no chalk so somebody had to get some pa. while in that lull moment, the pari walked around the room to make kwento probably [shit that's so cono]. he asked the guy if he's working [dahil siya nga ang mareklamo] and the guy said he's going to, soon. the pari inquired as to where, and what the job will entail. the guy answered, rather defensively i might add, "sir is that relevant?"
ang galing di ba. if i continued in my plan of talking to him, my first line would be, "you don't get it no. you're no longer in college, boy."
thursday. this is his day. please dont make me elaborate.
friday. another highlight. i had to wait for practically the whole day for these.
1. consti. prof just gave the quiz questions. the answers to the quiz were say, sections one and two lang. after giving the questions, somebody from the back really had to ask, "sir yun ba yung section 1?"
i blurted out, "ay ang tanga." and i was sitting behind a blockmate who definitely heard it, and two second year students in my back who also are my blockmates in crim.
2. toll. i was happy lining up to get a card when suddenly some kakarag-karag na car recklessly tried to singit before me. i got mad, to say the least. i was using the horn in a rare continuous moment. nakikipaggitgitan pa ako. but when i realized my car's the later one which can incur greater visible dents if i try to stand my ground, i let him singit.
BUT. if the van before him moves and he doesn't, bubusenahan ko siya, nang matagal. kahit nung lumaon na alert na siyang gumalaw, binobosenahan ko pa rin.
meanie? not really.
so. he got his card, i got mine. one of those rare moments na tumabi ako sa isang kotse at inunahan siya. eat my dirt, moron.
tsktsk.
saturday. still his day.
o well. saya di ba. i liked this week. =)
anyway.
whew. this month's pms moments have been just that, literally, pms-ing. i am pleased to declare that everyday this week i found at least one person whom i wanted to or actually picked a war against. and i am damn proud of it.
monday. persons. bruce sort of told us that ulan might give us a quiz on conjugal to family home. so when ulan had recits about filiation [which if you think about it is sooo freaking easy, just read the codal] the two people who were called couldnt answer, and defensively reasoned that bruce told us about him giving us a quiz on conjugal. so that he resorted to.
and bad part of that was, i didn't study conjugal.
the thing is, before i went to school, i computed the remaining time. we have three meetings to go and like 65% of the book covered pa lang. so i opted to study filiation.
i was swallowing my frustrations at the beginning of the quiz because really, twas my fault if i fail that.
the worse part of that was, i saw the two people, asking their seatmates for the answer.
aaaaaaaarg.
i was so pissed off that when i came back at the lib to squeal in the details to shem, i was literally, nagwawala. i was more mad at the second person to recit, the girl, who is a second year. i swear, ang tanga niya. a mother can disown a kid? gaaad. you dont have to be in lawschool to know that it's only if you're suffering from debility or that depression the brooke shields went through that you do that, but then again, that is a rare moment, something that women who actually have brains and use them would even think about. and yun nga. she is in second year. fine, let's assume she didnt have ulan next year, but at least she knows how it works in lawschool. you finish the book. regardless of what you've reached in class, sa finals, it is assumed you read the entire book. gaaaaaad.
tuesday i dont really like to discuss because it was more of a paranoia. na tipong since i am who i am that's why that person's like that towards me. but it's not proven. basta yun.
wednesday. ooh i love this. our prof in seminar, a priest, just came to class to tell us the coverage for the finals. two people opposed this: the beadle and a classmate from la salle. they thought the reaction paper we are to submit is the finals na. the prof corrected them, not only because he has already informed the other class about the finals, but he cannot think of any other way to gauge what we have learned in seminar. the beadle later on corrected himself, but the other guy just didnt give up easily. if i heard it right pa, he suggested to the prof to lie to the other class as to how he "forgot" that the paper's the finals na pala. but he gave up later on and said it's the prof's decision anyway.
oooh, and. he had to argue this: in la salle, in our theo classes, the finals is usually just a reaction paper. or something.
so when everything's settled na, i asked something. he answered it by writing something in the board but there was no chalk so somebody had to get some pa. while in that lull moment, the pari walked around the room to make kwento probably [shit that's so cono]. he asked the guy if he's working [dahil siya nga ang mareklamo] and the guy said he's going to, soon. the pari inquired as to where, and what the job will entail. the guy answered, rather defensively i might add, "sir is that relevant?"
ang galing di ba. if i continued in my plan of talking to him, my first line would be, "you don't get it no. you're no longer in college, boy."
thursday. this is his day. please dont make me elaborate.
friday. another highlight. i had to wait for practically the whole day for these.
1. consti. prof just gave the quiz questions. the answers to the quiz were say, sections one and two lang. after giving the questions, somebody from the back really had to ask, "sir yun ba yung section 1?"
i blurted out, "ay ang tanga." and i was sitting behind a blockmate who definitely heard it, and two second year students in my back who also are my blockmates in crim.
2. toll. i was happy lining up to get a card when suddenly some kakarag-karag na car recklessly tried to singit before me. i got mad, to say the least. i was using the horn in a rare continuous moment. nakikipaggitgitan pa ako. but when i realized my car's the later one which can incur greater visible dents if i try to stand my ground, i let him singit.
BUT. if the van before him moves and he doesn't, bubusenahan ko siya, nang matagal. kahit nung lumaon na alert na siyang gumalaw, binobosenahan ko pa rin.
meanie? not really.
so. he got his card, i got mine. one of those rare moments na tumabi ako sa isang kotse at inunahan siya. eat my dirt, moron.
tsktsk.
saturday. still his day.
o well. saya di ba. i liked this week. =)
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