Tata is an 18 year-old college sophomore at the UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES. This blog is just something to FORCE her to write. :)
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Monday, April 18, 2005
Got this from Clarissa's blog (http://www.livejournal.com/~soulair) while I was blog-hopping a while ago. Thought it would be worth trying. :p Haha. Halata bang nagka-KSP moment ako? :) So. Bear with me dears.
if you read this journal,
even if i don't speak to you often,
post a memory of me.
it can be anything you want.
it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.
then post this on your journal.
see what people remember about you.
Naks drama. :p
Posted at 05:03 pm by tatatwin
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Friday, April 15, 2005
I've just finished "The Bronze Horseman" by Paullina Simons and it has utterly CHANGED me. It's now on my ultimate TOP THREE favorite books of all time. Speaking of which, here they are (my top three)!! :) One thing they all have in common is that they all made me CRY MY EYES OUT.

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From the author of the international bestseller Tully comes an epic tale of passion, betrayal, and survival in World War II Russia. Leningrad, 1941: The European war seems far away in this city of fallen grandeur, where splendid palaces and stately boulevards speak of a different age, when the city was known as St. Petersburg. Now two sisters, Tatiana and Dasha Metanov, live in a cramped apartment, sharing one room with their brother and parents. Such are the harsh realities of Stalin's Russia, but when Hitler invades the country, the siege of its cities makes the previous severe conditions seem luxurious.
Against this backdrop of danger and uncertainty, Tatiana meets Alexander, an officer in the Red Army whose self-confidence sets him apart from most Russian men and helps to conceal a mysterious and troubled past.
Once the relentless winter and the German army's blockade take hold of the city, the Metanovs are forced into ever more desperate measures to survive. With bombs falling and food becoming scarce, Tatiana and Alexander are drawn to each other in an impossible love that threatens to tear her family apart and reveal his dangerous secret -- a secret as destructive as the war itself. Caught between two deadly forces, the lovers find themselves swept up in a tide of history at a turning point in the century that made the modern world.
Mesmerizing from the very first page to the final, breathtaking end, The Bronze Horseman brings alive the story of two indomitable, heroic spirits and their great love that triumphs over the devastation of a country at war.

STEVEN PRESSFIELD'S "GATES OF FIRE"
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Thousands of years ago, Herodotus and Plutarch immortalized Spartan society in their histories; but today, little is left of the ancient city or the social structure of this momentous culture. One of the few antiquarian marks of the civilization that has survived lies scores of miles away from Sparta, at a narrow Greek mountain pass called Thermopylae.
It was there that three hundred of Sparta's finest warriors held back the invading millions of the Persian empire and valiantly gave their lives in the selfless service of democracy and freedom. A simple engraved stone marks their burial ground.
Inspired by this stone and intrigued by the lore of Sparta, author Steven Pressfield has brilliantly combined scholarship with storytelling. Narrated by the sole survivor of the epic battle--a squire in the Spartan heavy infantry--Gates of Fire is a mesmerizing depiction of one man's indoctrination into the Spartan way of life and death, and of the legendary men and women who gave the culture an immortal gravity.
Culminating in the electrifying and horrifying epic battle, Gates of Fire weaves history, mystery, and heartbreaking romance into a literary page-turner that brings the Homeric tradition into the twenty-first century.

Steven Pressfield's THE LAST OF THE AMAZONS
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The author of the international bestsellers Gates of Fire and Tides of War delivers his most gripping and imaginative novel of the ancient world–a stunning epic of love and war that breathes life into the grand myth of the ferocious female warrior culture of the Amazons.
Steven Pressfield has gained a passionate worldwide following for his magnificent novels of ancient Greece, Gates of Fire and Tides of War. In Last of the Amazons, Pressfield has surpassed himself, re-creating a vanished world in a brilliant novel that will delight his loyal readers and bring legions more to his singular and powerful restoration of the past.
In the time before Homer, the legendary Theseus, King of Athens (an actual historical figure), set sail on a journey that brought him into the land of tal Kyrte, the “free people,” a nation of proud female warriors whom the Greeks called “Amazons.” The Amazons, bound to each other as lovers as well as fighters, distrusted the Greeks, with their boastful talk of “civilization.” So when the great war queen Antiope fell in love with Theseus and fled with the Greeks, the mighty Amazon nation rose up in rage.
Last of the Amazons is not merely a masterful tale of war and revenge. Pressfield has created a cast of extraordinarily vivid characters, from the unforgettable Selene, whose surrender to the Greeks does nothing to tame her; to her lover, Damon, an Athenian warrior who grows to cherish the wild Amazon ways; to the narrator, Bones, a young girl from a noble family who was nursed by Selene from birth and secretly taught the Amazon way; to the great Theseus, the tragic king; and to Antiope, the noble queen who betrayed tal Kyrte for the love of Theseus.
With astounding immediacy and extraordinary attention to military detail, Pressfield transports readers into the heat and terror of war. Equally impressive is his creation of the Amazon nation, its people, its rituals and myths, its greatness and savagery. Last of the Amazons is thrilling on every page, an epic tale of the clash between wildness and civilization, patriotism and love, man and woman.
Posted at 02:29 pm by tatatwin
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
the boracay diaries part two
Enrollment today was tiring so I don't really have the strength to go into a detailed account of Boracay. But still...gotta finish it!! :)
So where was i? Oh yes. Life jackets. And the banca ride to Boracay. Then finally...FINALLY...we arrived at the pier, took a TRUCK to STation one, and walked from the main road to White Beach. And we stared and stared and stared at all the impossibly white sand and blue---real sky-blue!!---water. Paradise on earth? Definitely.
Boracay's sand fascinated me most of all. It's so...so...FINE. Like flour. Like it was made to be baked and not to be stepped on. I spent my time making sand loaves instead of sand castles.
The water was so clear!! CLeaner than most swimming pools. My first taste of Boracay water was off the coast of Crocodile Island, near the Coral Reefs, where we took a banca, went out into the deep part of the water with the corals, and went snorkeling (another FIRST!!). Our banca pilots told us to put on our life jackets while swimming, bawal daw yung hindi mag-life jacket, but Papa convinced them to let us swim without them. Swimming with them would have been a major hindrance. So I swam in my shorts and swimsuit. And my shorts were a major hindrance too. hehe.
I learned that swimming in in sea water was more difficult than swimming in the pool. The water kept slapping me around, and I swallowed quite a lot of sea water. I also learned that there was a trick to breathing with the snorkel (you have to inhale deeply and breathe in and out more quickly than usual), and that inhaling salt water through your nose is painful. But oh!! When I looked down, everything was straight off the National Geographic. Turquoise depths, colorful fishes, corals...I had the ultimate FINDING NEMO moment. And yes!! I actually saw Nemo! Este, a clownfish. :) We also saw corals that looked disturbingly like giant brains, and blue starfish, and sea urchins...
... NO SHARKS!!! THank God. :)
We spent the night in Boracay and then the rest of Sunday doing more of swimming, shopping, staring (god. two days in boracay forever changed the way I look at the bikini). Gabi and I met up with our just-graduated friend Denden (congrats DEN!!!) and had drinks by the beach (Gabi got a mango shake, i got a mango DAIQUIRI...the ultimate first!! haha!). We left our rooms at the Salita Inn at 3, endured several close calls with a rather unstable tricycle that kept sliding down the steep inclines (so we had to literally jump out of the cramped tricycle shrieking) of the island, and arrived with our lives and limbs intact at the pier at exactly four. WE got on the waiting BOracay fun ship boat and transferred to the ship, then we sailed away. We left Boracay a bit sunburned, a bit overweight (did NOT get to JOG :( ), and a hell of a lot more insecure. SEeing gorgeous people confidently wearing bikinis does that to you. :) hahaha
The Boracay diaries end here. :)
Posted at 07:38 pm by tatatwin
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
the BOracay diaries part one
Oooh! I'm back!! Got so much to say! Where to begin??! :)
Friday, we went to the pier at around four thirty (parents got delayed because of last-minute business calls). Rough place. And no wonder, because we were in the vicinity of Tondo. Mafia territory, wehehe. We were warned not to look anyone in the eye and not to give our luggage to "porters". Papa told us to pack light so I only had three heavy bags...my ever-trusty bagpack, a humongous beach bag and my UCB black school bag. I ended up carrying five, though, because of Mama's and Papa's extra luggage. :) Ok lang!! Pang-work out!! :)
And the ship?!! It was my first time on a moving ship!!?! It was so appropriate because a few hours before leaving for the pier we were watching Pirates of the Caribbean on TV! haha. "A pirate's life for me" and all that jazz. :) But oh! It was so different, actually being on a ship, and not just seeing it in movies. Feeling the movement of the sea every moment when you're on board....Walking, eating, sleeping, taking a bath (haha! now THAT was a challenge!)... it was quite exciting.
The five of us (mama, papa, gabi, ogot and i) had an economy room to ourselves. It was only a bit larger than a prof's room in the Faculty Center, but it had its own T&B (so we didn't have to share with the other hundred or so passengers in our 'floor' in the communal bathroom with only 2 toilets and 2 shower stalls). It was certainly a far cry from Rose's suite in the Titanic (actually, it looked a lot more like Jack Dawson's quarters, hehe), but it was COZY. And the more important thing was that our family was TOGETHER. :) THis was no luxury ship experience. Papa wanted to save money, and heck, it was all fine by us anyway!! :)
Before the sun set we all took a stroll in the upper deck, Ogot posing like the model he thinks he is (peace, bro! :)) and Mama clicking away at everything. Gabi and I held hands and walked stiffly along the length of the upper deck, gripping the rail and trying our best to combat our vertigo. Dammit, we were HIGH. And MOVING. *urk* We thought we'd lose our lunch right then and there. Haha. We're such pathetic cowards, afraid of heights. :) Ogot, in the meantime, had no such fear. He'd lean far out over the railing, and we'd scream at him to get back, get down, and he'd laugh at us and call us sissies. Grr. So much for sisterly concern and devotion.
When we managed to drag him away, we went down and had dinner. Eating on the ship was COOL. I could feel the engine moving beneath me all the time. And when the ship was on the rather choppy part of the water, all the furniture and the silverware started RATTLING. Asteeg...
*proudly* I did NOT get sea-sick!! Milagro!! :) I was quite worried that I would get sea-sick, being that it was my first time on a ship and all. But fortunately Gabi, Ogot and I were made of "stronger stuff" than we originally thought (read: we're BROAD :) hence, sturdy? haha). It was the slim passenger next to us who suddenly leaped from the dining table and lurched for the communal bathroom. Poor thing.
Taking a bath in a cramped japanese-style shower was a challenge. And because of the movement of the ship, it was also dangerous because people kept slipping. We used the side bars to keep ourselves standing, but for the trip back home I gave up trying to keep myself upright and just sank down into the 'tub' and stayed down.
Sleeping. Ooh. Now that was a problem too. I had to get used to the rocking motion of the ship before I could sleep a wink. It was also my first time to sleep on a double-decker bed. Syempre the parents got the lower decks. Gabi and I got the upper ones. Ogot slept on the bench on the upper deck. Just kiddin. He slept on a mattress in the middle of the two double decker beds. :)
On Saturday we arrived at Boracay after a 12-hour journey. My first glimpse of Boracay was one long line of BEACH. My first thought was: My God! How could a beach be THAT long?!! For it was impossibly, magnificently LONG. Seemingly endless, to my eyes.
We all were told to put on our life jackets (another first for us!!) and then, one at a time, we all descended the HIGH, SWAYING gangplank (another ‘throwing-up’ moment) into a banca that could carry 30 people. That’s why it took us over an hour to get to Boracay itself from the ship. There were over 500 passengers, and only around 3 ferries and 3 bancas. We were assembled in the lobby for an hour, standing in our life jackets (yes…feeling TITANIC!!), fiddling with the strings until some kind porters had mercy on us and tied them properly.
Oops! Lunch time. Gotta go. Part one of the ‘Boracay diaries’ ends here. J
Posted at 12:50 pm by tatatwin
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Friday, April 08, 2005
I'm in my mom's office, soaking up all the internet I can before going we leave for the pier at two. The Boracay Fun Ship leaves at seven, but Papa wants us to board early, to get all settled in.
WHEE!!! I'm finally going to be able to go to Boracay!! :)
Gosh it's been so long since I've been to a REAL beach, with 'swimmable' sea water and sand and everything. Back in high school we'd go to Punta Baluarte every Christmas and New Year, but all the swimming we did was in the pool. The sea water there wasn't swimmable. Floating boots and broken glass tend to take all the fun out of swimming in water that was suspiciously murky to begin with.
There was this time last year when we went to White Rock, but it wasn't a beach, really, more of an inland-bay-thing. What DO you call it? A bay? A oh well. So there was salty-ish water but no waves. And we strode out into the water for about twenty meters, and the water only came up to our waists. No real beach-swimming there either.
So the last time I swam in real, honest-to-goodness sea water (with sand and waves) was back in...oh. Sixth grade. ???!!
WAA!! BORACAY HERE I COME!! *does the Asereje dance*
NOTE TO SELF: MUST JOG. Gabi and I have the good intention of jogging along that long, long line of beach (to justify the eating binge that would surely come afterwards, *evil laugh*). Let's see if it'll just remain a good intention. *angelic look*
All that heat and swimming ought to make me lose weight naman diba??!! DIBA??!! Hahaha!! :)
Will post all about Boracay once we get back home on Monday!!!! *switches to beach mode*
Posted at 11:08 am by tatatwin
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
another one from kannika...har har!!
thanks to kannika....music survey daw... :)
Random 10:
1. You Raise Me Up - Secret Garden
2. Bridge over Troubled Water - Charlotte Church version ;-)
3. Humdrum - The Corrs
4. Now We Are Free - Hans Zimmer, Gladiator
5. The Steward of Gondor - Billy Boyd (Pippin!) and Howard Shore
6. My Medea - Vienna Teng
7. Only An Ocean Away - Sarah Brightman
8. Think of Me - The Phantom of the Opera, Sarah Brightman version
9. Here With Me / White Flag- Dido
10. Luna - Alessandro Safina
Placed the player on shuffle and we came up with:
1. Dark Waltz - Hayley Westenra
2. Within - William Joseph, piano
3. Prayer in the Night (Sarabande) - Amici Forever
4. THe Mummer's Dance - Loreena McKennitt
5. Si Volvieras A Mi- Josh Groban
6. Dance - Mario Frangoulis
7. Lady D'Arbanville - Gregorian
8. Runaway - The Corrs
9. A White Shade of Pale -Sarah Brightman
10. Divertimento - Secret Garden
11. I'm A Doun For Lack O' Johnny - Vanessa Mae
12. Colors of the WInd - Pocahontas (Judy Kuhn)
13. Unexpected Song - Sarah Brightman
14. Dust in the Wind - WIlliam JOspeph version
15. Masquerade - The Phantom of the Opera
16. The Gladiators' Waltz- Hans Zimmer
17. One Fine Day (from Puccini's Madame Butterfly) - Opera Babes
What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
Don't know...too lazy to count... :)
The last CD you bought is:
The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack....Masquerade rocks!! Raoul I love you!! Phantom...hmmm...eye candy ka nga lang. Christine...well, never mind. :)
Last song you listened to before this message:
Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin (Kitchie Nadal)...blame it on the little brother
who will you pass this on to:
YOU! Yes You!!
Posted at 12:51 pm by tatatwin
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Sunday, April 03, 2005
SNAGGED this one from Kannika. :) Haha. My books aren't even remotely *intellectual* :) I'm taking a break from all that heavy CL 111 reading, hehe! *naks excuse*
1. You're stuck in Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
I'd be Steven Pressfield's "Gates of Fire" (about the 300 Spartans of Thermopylae)!!!! Gak. The BEST book ever. I'm willing to bet that twenty years from now it'll be a CLASSIC. Right up along there with Harry Potter. Except that THIS one's got more passion and intensity and....oh just read it!!? *sobs*
2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Hell yeah!!
A lot of them are characters from Steven PRessfield's books. I love Dienekes and Leonidas from "Gates of Fire", Alexander from "The Virtues of War", and Damon from "Last of the Amazons".
Mag-aaway kami ni Kady dito. hehe. Raistlin from the Dragonlance series by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, and Tanis Half-Elven. (gak, I CRIED when he DIED)
Oh yeah. I 'fall in love' with almost all of the heroes of Teresa Madeiros, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Nora Roberts, Sophie Kinsella and Julia Quinn. *winks at Vilma*
Oops. Nabuko na kung bakit gusto kong magbasa. haha!
3. The last book you've bought:
Stephen R. Donaldson's "Lord Foul's Bane", "The Illearth War" and "The Power that Preserves", the 1st trilogy of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever. !!!
4. The last book you've read:
Julia Quinn's The Duke and I and THE IRDA by Linda P. Baker (Kady's book) -- I finished them both yesterday. :)
5. What are you currently reading?
Currently working through THE GUNSLINGER (Stephen King), White Oleander (Janet Fitch), Haunted (heather Graham) and Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" (which I find unbearably heavy, hehe). Gosh. So many books, so little time. :)
6. 5 Books you would take to a deserted island:
+Gates of Fire -- for that Gladiator-Troy feeling, hehe
+White Oleander, to figure out just why Gabi was crying herself to sleep while reading it
+The Gunslinger-- Stephen King's fantasy. Oh yeah. Nagkaka-crush na ako sa Gunslinger ha... :)
+ The Bible. The Old Testament, to be exact. Not that I'm overly-religious, but there ARE all sorts of unexpectedly INTERESTING things in often-overlooked parts like Numbers and Deuteronomy... :)
+my Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever trilogy!!! :)
7. Who will you pass this quiz to?
Kady, Vilma, Sheng (if she decides to put something in her blog na! HINT HINT!!), and anyone else who's interested in books (YOU! Yes YOU!). :)
Posted at 10:14 am by tatatwin
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Saturday, April 02, 2005
So hot.. Am melting...MEEEELting...
I typed up my CL 115 amidst first-day cramps and the stifling heat. Will put it away for now and have another look at it tomorrow, in hopes of improving it further. Ma'am F said I can still get a one if I do it well (thank God for teachers who believe in REVISING!!!). And God. I do need a one.
I don't think I'll make it to US this sem.. :( CL 111 and CL 115 nearly killed me. I hope umabot pa akong CS though... Please Lord?? It's not for me, it's for my parents...REALLY!!! It is!!
Ok. Did I just hear thunder? Ominous sign. Will log off for now and succumb to the lethargy that's been stealing over me since lunch.
bed.
aircon.
bliss...
Wa I am so looking forward to Seattles' Best Javanilla Shake on Monday. And YES, Kady, I am buying it MYSELF!! :)
Last random note: Found Sir M on Friendster. OoooOOh. :)
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Just for a lark. Here are the questions in the CL 111 final exam that nearly did me in.
2. SURPRIZE
Pretend you have the resources to give out an award for the short
story and you are the third member of the board of judges. The two
other members are Trotsky and Shlovsky. After your first round of
deliberations with them, two things are clear to you: A) Shlovsky's
criteria for judging concerns language, rhetoric and the organization
and structures of these stories. He insists that "art is the work of
self-sufficient pure forms."; and B) Trotsky insists that reading
these stories is not self-contained and independent of politics and
ideology, and so looks to earlier traditions and even entertains the
cultural dimensions of these stories.
The stories you are assessing are those from our last selection
(starting with "Huling Pagsusulit"). As the third judge to break the
stalemate between Trotsky and Shlovsky, what will be your criteria of
judging, and which three stories will you award the 3rd, 2nd and 1st
prizes. Be sure to include your reasons for choosing the three
stories.
6. REPLENISHMENT
How might you arrive at an assessment of synthesis in postmodernist
fiction when Barth notes that one characteristic of this type of
writing is its "moral pluralism." Jeremy Liang's questions found on
this page...
http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/postmodernism/replenishment.htm#III.
...that follow the outline of Barth's essay might help you in
developing your assertions ("Is Barth's synthesis a kind of
simultaneity or moral pluralism/entropy"?). Cite examples using the
stories of Calvino, Borges and Cortazar.
7. FRAGMENT: HUPSOS
Sublimity, for Longinus, is 'the echo a noble mind,' which he believed
was not achieved through rhetorics or craft alone but from his
author-centered perspective, he requires the writer to have greater
thoughts ("Those whose thoughts and habits are trivial and servile all
their lives cannot possibly produce anything admirable or worthy of
eternity. Words will be great if thoughts are weighty."), profound
feelings and sheer genius (vs. mediocrity).
If so, might this type of hupsos be found in the short story,
particularly the shorter stories such as those in our selection? If
you believe this to be possible, please explain <thoroughly> how by
explicating these stories. If you do not think the short short story
can achieve this, then what does one look for, given the compactness
of these forms?
Hell yeah, kannika, this exam's gonna go down in history??!
Posted at 04:33 pm by tatatwin
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Friday, April 01, 2005
freedom!!! ay hindi pa pala...
Somehow I survived CL 111...plodding through the final paper and the final exam with an over-heated brain and a burning desire to GET THIS %@#* thing OVER WITH!??!
But wait. Get this. Our prof emailed us the take-home exam questions on WEDNESDAY, then announced that the deadline was THURSDAY, instead of the original FRIDAY deadline.
*winces in remembered panic*
WHY SIR WHY???!! And I honestly liked you... *sniff*
Kasi naman. In our CW 100 class, he really IS nice. (I can imagine some people's eyebrows being raised). He really CAN be nice!! And he's brilliant too. But everyone knows he's brilliant. So let's focus on NICE. Major 'pogi points' go to him for:
>>>THe time he gave our class tasty donuts, claiming that they weren't freebies but they were, in fact, NECESSARY for our lesson. Uh-huh. :) We spent the time discussing the DONUT theory of writing versus the BAVARIAN theory...oh, and if i'm not mistaken may MUNCHKIN theory pa...
Bottomline is, he simply FED US. ANd he was really nice about it too. Aw.
>>>Tripping over his own words in an attempt to be NICE while workshopping the "not-so-good" (tame expression) works of some people in class, and visibly exerting effort in order to find something GOOD in a work that any other prof would consider HOPELESS
>>>Photocopying Arnel Salagado's THE FIRELESS INFERNO for us
>>> Giving out books at the end of class, claiming that he didn't really need them anymore so he might as well "pass the torch". SNIFF. AW thank you sir!!
( Insert: I got THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS but traded with Kannika for THE GUNSLINGER, the first in Stephen King's Darktower Series---god, I don't even think THE GUNSLINGER's available in the Philippines anymore??! THANK YOU SIR!!!)
So. Bottomline. Love him or hate him??
I can't "love" him (the way I love a certain Prof A!!!) because of what he did to us (concerning the finals...and that time when he made us stand in front of class until we all recited 'satisfactorily'...and for using a lot of terms/theories we don't understand, much less criticize). But I can't "hate" him because of the other good things he's done for us, which outnumber the bad (I think). And if he really was EVIL he could have made us gone through so much worse... I have gone through really TERRIBLE profs (do NOT take CWTS EDUC under Sir ALonzo??! the guy's crazy!) before. And Sir M is an angel compared to them. He doesn't make his students attend classes on Saturdays despite the fact that they enrolled for, say, a Wednesday class. He doesn't force his students to sing...and sing and sing...until halos wala na kaming ginawa kundi kumanta (whatever happened to CIVIL SERVICE class, eh?)... He doesn't waste time by regaling us with tales of his 'heroism' in the past...
He doesn't shove his whole life story (complete with "MORALS" we should learn from him) down our throats for three hours....He doesn't tell his students to go to Batasan and then never show up there himself...He doesn't throw a tantrum and threaten to fail everyone when his students tell him they can't go to Real Quezon with him...
BUt I digress. So. FInal verdict? He ain't so bad. He just has to work out his schedule problems...especially towards the end of the sem...I mean, he almost gave his students heart attacks by moving that deadline...
But we DID manage to submit our finals yesterday... so...all's well that ends well?? Ha.
Remind me to eat my words if my grades come out (and they're bad... :))
Ok. CL 115 nalang and then I'm DONE!!! :)
Posted at 10:48 am by tatatwin
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Thursday, March 24, 2005
The sem is over!!? well, almost over. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!! All I have to do are...
** revise 3 works and come up with a brand new short story for my CW 100 portfolio (due March 28 MOnday!)
** do my third CL 115 paper (due March 28 Monday!)
** do my CL 111 final paper (due April 1 Friday!)
** wait for Sir M to email us the final CL 111 exam questions and then answer the KILLER exam... (due April 1! Friday)
** revise three papers of CL 115...but that's due three weeks from now, so...
Grabe. I am and will be stuck home the whole holy week, and I will need all of this four-day weekend to do all my work....and come March 28 I will still have CL 111 to worry about!! And after april 1, CL 115...sigh. haha I'm whining. Stop it, Tata.
SIde note: (start panicking) Still don't know how to go about doing my third CL 111 paper!!? waaa!!!
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I'm so happy because this past sem I've made friends with people who, I think, will remain friends until we all graduate. Either that, or by fourth year we'll all start puking at the sight of each others' faces. :) "Ikaw nanaman, <insert name here>?!! Sawang-sawa na ako sa 'yo!!"
But seriously. They've made me laugh so much despite the hardships of this past sem. And I've learned so much from them...not just about lit and cw, but also about life. NAKS NAMAN!! oi, peeps, if you're reading this, bayad ko ha!!
It's funny how people seem to bond when the going gets tough. :) I think the "cw clique" (kady, kannika, sheng, vilma, monica and i) thrived in these last two weeks. I'll really miss our eng 21 and cl 111 classes. :)
On a happier note, I'm so happy because a certain professor, with whom I've fallen madly in crush with, will be teaching TWO majors this coming first semester!!? Kady and I tore up my planned subject- schedule and forced it so that I can be in two of his classes next sem. Hahaha!! The things you do for love... ;-) But goodness, I can do with some inspiration... will be having critical theories of lit next sem, and a course on shakespeare and... oh my...Jose Dalisay Jr. as our 110 prof!!? So you see, I clearly need all the inspiration I can get. ;-)
Kannika and I are still saving up for this professor's book. We're gonna have it signed and everything!! KILIG. I can already picture his flowing handwriting on the pristine page...TO NATASHA... haha!!? pathetic, tata. pathetic. ;-) But it's these little things that spice up my college existence. :)
Ok tama na. Have to get back to work. :)
KADY!!! MISS YOU GIRL!!! *mwah hugs*
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