Oh Nose! Not Now!

Yesterday evening, I didn’t eat too much. I felt nauseous. After an hour, the nauseous feelings was gone. But a few minutes after nine in the evening, my stomach started to feel upset. It continued like that for three hours. I was not able to sleep well, in the end, I only had four hours of sleep.

When I woke up this morning, I was coughing and I had some sore throat. Because of these, I don’t speak too much. I only do vigorous and exaggerated gestures just so I can communicate with others. And I look like the stupidest living person on earth because of this!

And now, I have hyperthermia, in other words, I have fever. And my tonsils are inflamed.

What’s next? I don’t want to think about that.

The big problem is that tomorrow, I have to sit two midterm exams! Eek! :censored:

Gudlak sa akin!1

I have to sign off now and try to review WordPress 2.3 Beta 1.

[UPDATE] I feel better now, I can go to school today and take my two exams! Now, I need to review! [/UPDATE]

  1. Good luck to me! []

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My Top 10 Worst Teachers

In this post, I’ll feature my worst, incompetent, illiterate, unprepared teachers in no particular order. I’m sure I have talked about some of them, but for the sake of my new readers, I’ll still add them here.

The Bad Teacher with a Bad Temper

She has got a temper that you don’t want to mess, or else, you would be scolded and embarrassed in class. There was this time that she threw all of our books that were nicely stacked in our shelves into the floor. And after that, she said, “Clean up that mess!” She does not want secrets inside the room, but she herself kept the fact that she got pregnant. Moreover, she’s very strict, no wonder why we got the “Model Class” award. Tsktsk.

Manyak #1

Yup, he likes harassing female students. He’s also power-hungry. Ironically, the students can overpower him because you can easily make him follow whatever you want. Nevertheless, he knows so many things, and that made me so amazed.

The F & P Syndrome

My PE teacher back in high school got an advanced stage of this syndrome. He would say “Pailed” instead of “Failed” and “What’s so punny?” instead of “What’s so funny?” (and even if you want to stop from laughing, you will laugh even more because of his syndrome).

I took the following from my old entry, “I Doubt It”:

  • He does not know the odd and even numbers; he thought that the even numbers were 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and so on, and the odd numbers were 0, 2, 4, 6, 8 and so on. We already corrected him though.
  • He knows FHM (For Him Magazine) as FMH (as in For My Honey?!).
  • One time he said: “To make the short story long.”
  • He pronounced ‘gauge’ as ‘goose.’ And he even said that the copy that he was reading was blurred that’s why he pronounced it wrong. MANIWALA?! Utuin mo ang lola mo.. lol. Malinaw lahat ng mga photocopy namin!
  • He teaches Physical Education and Health but I think he’s not Physically Fit. He’s fat!

Over Confident

Well, he’s a good teacher, the problem is that he’s too confident. I hate him for that.

Manyak #2

He holds a doctorate degree. And like Manyak #1, he teaches English. But he likes to harass male students. Yes, you read that right, he wants male students! There were other issues concerning him which led to his sacking.

Illiterate #1

He’s got a very ancient type pronunciation. You will not learn anything from him. It’s better if you will not listen to him and just read your book. And he can also embarrass his students without knowing about it. He also believes that Sam Milby is homosexual. Lol.

Manyak #3

With Manyak #2 being sacked, Manyak #3 took the post. He was the teacher who replaced our teacher in World History for a while in my third year. I suppose, my school had not found a competent teacher to replace Manyak #2, so Manyak #3 was called to replace the former. The big problem is that he is illiterate and incompetent. He does not know how to spell the word “Ghost.” He spelled it as G-O-S-T at first, which made us react, “Sir, there is a missing ‘H’.” And he changed it to G-O-S-H. Gosh! He does not deserve to be called as teacher. And yes, he lurves harassing students.

Illiterate #2

I hate her pronunciation. She can’t even pronounce simple words correctly!

One time, she entered our room with her usual outfit, but if you’ll look more closely at her, you’ll see that there is something wrong with her shoes. One of the pair was missing half of its heel. I wonder if she haven’t noticed it.

The Presenter

She loves using PowerPoint presentations in her class (but she does not know how to use it the easy way). The big problem is that she only reads whatever the content of the presentation. During our first meetings, I was listening to her, but in the latter part of the semester, I depended on the copies of the lesson that she gave to us.

The Chemist

In our laboratory period in Chemistry, we have two instructors, if you’ll ask question to the first, expect to have a wrong result and pray that the second instructor would not see your work!

This kind of teachers is just one reason why I hate school. But then, they could give us a good laugh, ‘ayt?

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If you haven’t noticed, I changed my layout. This layout is based on my previous layout. If you think you’re not seeing it correctly, just refresh the page or you can clear you cache.

The site looks good on Firefox and Safari. On the other hand, it looks stupid on IE7.0, and it looks stupidest on IE6.0. I haven’t tried my site on Opera.

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On My Way Back Home

For me to get back home, it will be either I have to hop on three different jeeps. Jeeps in Angeles City could be really confusing especially if it’s your first time to take a public vehicle there even though they are color-coded (e.g. If you are in SM City Clark and you want to go to the City Proper, hop on to a blue jeep). Or I have to ride a tricycle and one jeepney.

I prefer the latter option because with that, I can get home earlier. Traffic in Angeles City, especially in the City Proper is terrible!

I spend thirty pesos just to get back home. Pretty expensive, eh?

On the jeepney ride back home today, we (that’s I and some of my blockmates) were talking about our latest topic in Ethics… family planning. Our voices were a little bit louder than usual, but I didn’t notice if the other passengers were looking at us. You know, we were talking about various methods of contraception. And what we’re discussing is like crackers, everybody likes talking about it. So it was a bit strange that nobody was looking at us.

Christian: Alam mo ba na puwedeng tawaging prophylactic1 ang condom? (Did you know that you can call a condom as prophylactic?)
Digi: Talaga? (Really?)
Ruiz: Ay, gusto ko ng ganun. Matagal na akong hindi nakakatikim ng ganun! (Hey, I like that. I haven’t tasted that for a while).
Christian: *shocked, eyes are bulging* ANO? (WHAT?)
Ruiz: Ang sabi ko, gusto ko ng Tofi Luk. (I said that I want a Tofi Luk.)
Christian: Ah, prophylactic or condom ang pinag-uusapan namin at hindi Tofi Luk. (Ah, we were talking about prophylactic or condom and not Tofi Luk.)

That conversation was really crazy. I thought my friend was missing the taste of a condom. Haha. But it turned out that he misheard me and thought that what I said was Tofi Luk (it’s a chocolate bar, by the way for those who don’t know it) instead of Prophylactic.

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I’m back at home, in our kitchen, surfing the internet. Roar. I really hate this. If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you might have noticed my complaints about my loss of privacy.

Recently, our phone line was busted. It looks like those people who fixed our gate had cut our phone line accidentally. My father reported it, and it took PLDT’s linemen two or three days before they got here. They said that they can’t do nothing with our phone line (Eek! Excuse me? You can’t? Why? You are incompetent, right?) so they created a new line.

And now, since we can’t use the old line, I have to go downstairs in our kitchen, where they put the new line just surf the internet. I hate it because I don’t have any privacy. My siblings could see what sites do I visit. And my parents are complaining why I am using my notebook, Snidget, for hours in just a single day and my father is asking my what sites do I visit. On the other hand, my mother has been asking me if I still study because I use my laptop excessively.

I badly want our old line fixed. What’s more is that I can feel my back aching because I don’t have a backrest here in our kitchen. It’s really uncomfortable!

  1. I’ve known about this back in summer when I was watching Daniel Radcliffe’s performance in Extras where he played as a boy scout. In a particular scene, he was holding a prophylactic. It was really funny. []

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A Decision

I’ve decided not to run after something anymore. I’m already tired. Besides, I don’t really like what I am doing. I’ve already had enough. My plate is already full and I don’t need an extra serving. But then, if I caught up — by accident — with the thing that I’m supposed to be running for… why not? That would be great and I would really appreciate that.

What the hell am I talking about? Oh, I’m talking about grades.

I’ve decided not to push my efforts to their maximum level. I’m no longer interested on getting enlisted as a Dean’s Lister. I don’t care anymore if there will be others who would surpass me when I know I can reach hinger mountains than them. I’m tired of memorizing dates, names, and other key terms. Surely, this is not the way you can measure a person’s intelligence, right? I’m not motivated to study hard. It’s goodbye high grades.

But is it? My blockmates told me that my grades are still satisfactory — Wow! Ang tataas naman ng mga grades mo! (Wow! Your grades are high!) — but then, they are not as satisfactory as when I had started going to college back last year. I know to how much extent I can do, and I’m only using 80% of my ability. And this is how I want to be now. Besides, my grades are not the things that make me; they’re just numbers. And as what Talamasca have commented, grades are not everything.

I want to thank all of those who have commented in an entry I posted back in June 28, LetÂ’s Talk About Grades, for their insightful comments. For those who have read that post, you might have thought that I’m still a grade conscious student, eh? Well, I’m not one of those kind of students anymore. I’ve relinquished my membership in that group. Yeah, I know, that my grades had gradually increased back in high school, and now, boom! There has been major changes in my grades. But as what I have written, I don’t really care.

But of course, I’ll still cherish those days when I got these…

My Awards
My Awards. Those certificated have my real name printed, so I covered them.

That’s when the time when I really felt the tension building up against this certain person because of, ah, I’m not supposed to talk about that. And of course, I felt how to be on the stage to get my academic awards. That’s the first and I hope that it’s not the last (I hope that someday, I may get motivated to study hard again).

And those would remain as remembrances. Those would remind me that once, I was a very grade conscious student who was inspired by a best friend to perceive hard in school and that I have the ability to conquer foreign lands where other students haven’t set foot before.

Yes, this is the second half of LetÂ’s Talk About Grades. But I decided not to include this in that post, because as you have read, there’s no chance for my readers to get “inspired” with this post, unlike the previous one.

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Photoshopping Again

Last Thursday, Friday and yesterday (we were supposed to have make up classes), we didn’t have any classes. And during those days, Snidget was working the whole day. And guess what I discovered…

Two days ago, I realized that Adobe Photoshop CS2 can run on Snidget, my notebook (running on Windows Vista). Now, I can work on with a new layout.

And look at my latest masterpiece…

dignity

I know, it’s not that fabulous. What I only did in this photo was that I changed the background, applied some brushes, altered the photo in the frame, applied a filter and of course, put some make-up (clone stamp) on my forehead. Casual users of PS can do this. But since I missed photoshopping — I guess, the last time I used PS was last May — I had to start again from the basics just so I can know if I still remember them. And I think, yes, I still know how to use PS.

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Yesterday, after a hundred years, I had the time and guts to clean my room. I know that I’ve blogged about my plans to clean my room numerous times, but it was only yesterday when I was able to put those plans into action. That’s how lazy I am. If it was not for our maid who have been cleaning my room regularly all this time, I’m sure, dirt would have compiled into an inch!

Bedroom
The wrath of Chedeng and Dodong. My abode a few minutes after I started cleaning. My room is a disaster, really! (Of course, this photo was not photoshopped. Lol)

Classes will resume tomorrow. Unless it would start raining cats and dogs again. Pwroar! I still don’t want to go back to school!

Oh, and I want to greet Shari an advance Happy Birthday!

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