Tuesday, May 26, 2009

MSE - defined!

MSE
- a subject designed to make students go crazy due to its unrivaled epic-ness
- equivalent to 499 pdf slides (just a little bit more to reach 500)
- approximately 27 pages (bond-paper sized) of hand-written notes
- more than 420 terms covered (and still counting...)
- makes up 30% of the class standing
- may or may not (usually not) be defeated by a venti-sized coffee
- can cause stress which, more often than not, lead to extreme fatigue and in worst case scenarios, catastrophic failures


WARNING: too much exposure to this subject may lead to an exponential decrease in the number of brain cells. it is advised to stay away from it as much as possible and to pretend it never existed.











Monday, May 25, 2009

almost there...

putanginang shet.

ayoko na mag-aral...

nakakaiyak sa dami ung MSE.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Different Shade of Green

I felt sick ever since we had that quiz in EngMa this morning (yesterday, technically). It's just a mild headache but it won't go away. I tried to sleep it off but it was still there when I woke up. 

I hate this. I can't be sick. And I don't even know what to do with it.

Medicine is off the list. Sleep is not working either. I tried icecream, too, but it just got worse. Maybe chocolate will help...? Hmm.

If i still have this freakin' headache tomorrow, i don't think i'd be in school. But we have a quiz in EngMa (surprise, surprise) and a long test on Wednesday so i guess there really isn't much of a choice. And that other headache-inducing-subject, MSE, will also have another long test on Friday so, yeah, good luck to me and my pet headache.

I hope i survive this last two weeks of summer. I seriously need a break.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Pause. Slow-mo. Play.

To whom it may concern:


You have already taken away the fun in my summer.

Robbed me of my well-deserved sleep.

Trampled on my confidence repeatedly.

Crushed my hopes indefinitely.

Left me wallowing in my miseries. 

And now my brain cells are dying, if not already dead.

What more do you fucking want?

What more can you possibly do?

Make me go through this hell again?

I have had enough, thank you very much.

I shall have my sweet revenge when the time comes.