The Odd Number

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And I became more generous.

Dalawa na ang pumasa sa quiz. At 18.5 na ang pinakamababa.

Ngayon, sinong magsasabing wala akong puso? Hahaha.

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In the world of Engineering majors (or at least that of ECE majors), midterm grades are unheard of. That is, because if memory serves well, we never had midterm exams in ECE. But now, behind the curtains for the first time, I learned an unspoken truth: the ECE Midterm Grades.

 Now, I suppose you're wondering as to what purpose they serve. I wondered about that myself. So I asked. And I discovered.

The midterm grades are for the parents of the students who failed. Some of them want to find out why and how their sons and daughters failed; they want to see how they performed at the middle of the term. Say a student got a 4.0 during midterms and a 0.0 at the end of the term, the professor will then find himself in a fix, thanks to the parents. Can't blame them though. They're shelling out thousands here. And so, either the student gets a mouthful or the professor takes a beating and yields. I'm never going to yield. I don't intend to fail anyone. That is, anyone that doesn't deserve to fail.

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I named my laptop after the proudest of angels.

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Come Around by Rhett Miller

(I thought about adding a letter to the lyrics, changing the context of the song. Hahaha. )

"I'm dressed all in blue

and I'm remembering you,

and the dress, you whore,

when you broke my heart."

Hold Me Down by Motion City Soundtrack

(See how a simple line cut changes the meaning entirely.)

Original Line Cut:

"I love you however,

you hold me down."

My Version:

"I love you

however you hold me down."

Some STUPID Song by Bamboo

(I heard an excerpt of this from NU. It's really stupid. See. Look.)

"Ang lalaking tahimik

minsan lang magsalita."

(Malamang. Puta. Tanga. Nakakainis.)

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I left the Genesis Tutorial Center. Now I only have two jobs.

Whew.

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Never had these for a long time 'til last night, with the C___n (Funny how when you rearrange the letters of the street name and repeat one of them, you end up with a six-letter Filipino word that means "fuck", which is exactly what these guys do to drunk girls. I know because I fucked up one of their victims, no, not in that way. Haha. You see, I messed up their plans and sent the girl home. They wanted me to do her first, not out of the kindness of their hearts and not because they were feeling especially generous that night, but rather, because they knew the girl likes (or liked?) me and being drunk, would be ready to have sex with yours truly. I would've made love to her because I really find her attractive; heck, she was the reason I stayed there. It's really quite ironic that I was her reason for staying, too. When she told me this, I told her she shouldn't have hanged out because I know what the C___n crew, who were getting quite restless waiting for me to get off so they'd have their turn at her, does. I told her to walk home fast. As for moi, I made it seem like I was trying to stop her. Then I went home myself and slept, knowing how foul their mood was.) crowd even. Anyway, frankly, I don't find drinking myself to stupidity as engaging as I used to. And although I hate to admit it, my tolerance has not been the same as before either. It still is up there, mind you, it's just that it isn't as high up now. How can I tell? Well, I drank quite a number of shots of GSM Blue and I had beer on the side. But I refused to drink Cuervo just after one shot. I didn't take chasers and lemons though. I like my tequila straight. At 3 AM, I bid them adieu. I bid the girls adieu as well, feeling quite sorry for what they were getting into (or rather, what was getting into them). But it's no longer my problem; I didn't know them anyway. I don't want to play hero for them. And I heard from the C___n crowd that my cousin, who is 395 days older than I, used to be their finisher when he was still with them. Again, not my problem and definitely not my kind of thing. Although it really is quite tempting. But still, no.

Drinking, like writing, is another of my escapes. Or at least, that's what they used to be. For writing, it was because I was passionate about it once, when I used to be in Malate with the old Malateans. For drinking, well, I got into it excessively because I wanted to know how this girl I used to like feels. Because I liked her, I did what she does. So in a way, I was trying to impress her. On hindsight, it was really quite stupid. But hey, I was pretty drunk then.