Here at Greenbelt 1... This morning I woke up sore. Slept late last night. Trying to upload this huge video file of our concert in YouTube. So far I have uploaded 1 of 5. Sucks. Everytime it's almost done uploading someone would call and the Internet connection disconnects for a while and goes back up. But then my upload doesn't continue.
Had midterm exams at 9AM. I came in 9:45AM and learn that our professor only gave us until 10AM to finish the test. Damn traffic. I was already at jeepney station in Buendia at 9AM. Suddenly it started to rain. Traffic halts at Osmena highway 9:30, so I had to walk from there to Ayala to school. But it's all good. Thank God the questions that came out of the test were the ones I learned from the past lectures. I'm not much of a review buff. I just take in what's served during classes. It's easier that way. I mean, why would you be scared if you have already discussed it in class? After the test we exchanged papers. I got 44 out of 50 for the objective exam. Not bad huh? Essay part will be checked by the professor. Even though the essay test say to answer 4 of 5 questions. I answered all hoping to get extra points for answering everything :P Yeah I know, I'm a nerd.
After class went to prayer room, prayed and slept for a while... With nothing much to do after I let my feet do the walking to take me anywhere. I went to National Bookstore in Greenbelt 1 and end up buying this cool book:
It's about a guys little art project called PostSecret. He would give people postcards and ask them to write a secret they never told anyone and anonymously mail it to him. He has his own blogsite: http://postsecret.blogspot.com. Some entries are funny, others very sad, others shocking. I want to send some myself. :)
After that I went decided I want to sit and read. Starbucks.. too expensive. McDonalds will do. So went there got a nice quiet place and read. Watching people around. There was this Middle Eastern guy with a Filipino Muslim lady. Not his wife. Perhaps he's a recruiter or something. He left after she filled up some forms and he came back after 30 minutes. After that some old guy came with middle aged men. He seems to be business rich guy. Talking about projects and buildings and islands etc. But I hated it when he speaks, he puts P.I. in every phrase he says. As in like a household name. I can't stand it so I packed and left. Sometimes I stereotype out-of-school but successful business people. They curse a lot, they think they know it all, and you feel like a micro-ogranism. They are like Robin Hoods. They have their own justice system. Not really interested in God. But well, God still loves them.
So I'm now here in an internet cafe. 2 more hours till my next class. I should be in library doing homework but I gave myself a break. It's midterms week. I wanna go home and rest/sleep. But I can't. I was already absent last Friday.
Had midterm exams at 9AM. I came in 9:45AM and learn that our professor only gave us until 10AM to finish the test. Damn traffic. I was already at jeepney station in Buendia at 9AM. Suddenly it started to rain. Traffic halts at Osmena highway 9:30, so I had to walk from there to Ayala to school. But it's all good. Thank God the questions that came out of the test were the ones I learned from the past lectures. I'm not much of a review buff. I just take in what's served during classes. It's easier that way. I mean, why would you be scared if you have already discussed it in class? After the test we exchanged papers. I got 44 out of 50 for the objective exam. Not bad huh? Essay part will be checked by the professor. Even though the essay test say to answer 4 of 5 questions. I answered all hoping to get extra points for answering everything :P Yeah I know, I'm a nerd.
After class went to prayer room, prayed and slept for a while... With nothing much to do after I let my feet do the walking to take me anywhere. I went to National Bookstore in Greenbelt 1 and end up buying this cool book:
It's about a guys little art project called PostSecret. He would give people postcards and ask them to write a secret they never told anyone and anonymously mail it to him. He has his own blogsite: http://postsecret.blogspot.com. Some entries are funny, others very sad, others shocking. I want to send some myself. :)
After that I went decided I want to sit and read. Starbucks.. too expensive. McDonalds will do. So went there got a nice quiet place and read. Watching people around. There was this Middle Eastern guy with a Filipino Muslim lady. Not his wife. Perhaps he's a recruiter or something. He left after she filled up some forms and he came back after 30 minutes. After that some old guy came with middle aged men. He seems to be business rich guy. Talking about projects and buildings and islands etc. But I hated it when he speaks, he puts P.I. in every phrase he says. As in like a household name. I can't stand it so I packed and left. Sometimes I stereotype out-of-school but successful business people. They curse a lot, they think they know it all, and you feel like a micro-ogranism. They are like Robin Hoods. They have their own justice system. Not really interested in God. But well, God still loves them.
So I'm now here in an internet cafe. 2 more hours till my next class. I should be in library doing homework but I gave myself a break. It's midterms week. I wanna go home and rest/sleep. But I can't. I was already absent last Friday.
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