palancas and postquarters
Oct. 10th, 2007 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levity I really should be sleeping. Or studying. Or posting the data of a while ago's activity. If I liked advertising I would probably post the data here and tell my classmates to visit. If.
But fortunately for them, they have no reason to come across this, ever.
"... and i wonder if you're happy or just glad to see me scarred
did my drunk compelled confessions sober up completing hard?
i am bending over backwards to get close to you but still i feel so far
because... you mean so much to me
and i wish that we could start it over, start it over
i don't need your sympathy or apologies
but still i'm staring in my coffee cup and it's six a. m.
and i cannot give up..."
But fortunately for them, they have no reason to come across this, ever.
Postquarters are insane. Really. They are.
Nakaka-ewan yung Chem. postquarter!!! I could have perfected it, I knew, no false humility there, but I never perfect stuff. I always make stupid mistakes. This time, I forgot to add the number of moles of the solute to the number of moles of the solvent to get the mole fraction. I'm not so sure if that made sense.
May bunny rabbits sa STR lab!!! Ang cute nila. Especially after seeing nothing but exam questions for fifty minutes.
And the math postquarter? Twenty items. Ten items multiple choice you have to give the answer to if the answer's not in the choices. Ten items of identification.
Bye bye, tentative 1.5... =>
I wonder why I'm so amused.
---
Water is polar. Apparently, soot isn't. So, if you try placing a drop of water on the soot-covered base of a Coke can... it turns into something like a small marble. It even absorbs other drops of water!
It doesn't sound very amazing, but if you see it, you will understand. And you will understand pain. The pain of seeing that drop of water fall to the ground thanks to a classmate. It's the same as being pushed into an off mood after laughing for the first time in a day. Only less in magnitude. I'm not serious. Well. I really never know.
Ang kulit nina Norman at Tia at Manu! Why do they insist on getting me streaked with soot?
---
Ansaya ng retreat.
It was our JoMiKe-bonding (not Chem. type) time. The closest we could get to being classmates again. Icia, Guia, and I were in one cottage, and Thea, Jenny, and Chii were in another. Ansaya kaya! Sa wakas, natuto akong kumain nang mabilis. =3
I (inadvertently) figured out the perfect way to get the bed closest to the veranda- talk about scary stuff. Like that meditation garden (=P). It helps if the view from the veranda is scary.
And, I don't know. It was a strange experience. Being with your batch, the people you are destined to be stuck with for the rest of your life unless you hate them so much you get kicked out to finally be rid of them. Your friends, the people whom you choose, or who choose you, or who somehow, for some reason, can actually stand your presence. Strange and surreal, getting up at 5 in the morning and having your best friends talk you into waking or reassuring you that you can sleep in, laughing over the smallest and most random of things in the strangest situations, crying with them, taking vanity pics at all hours, leaving the cottage to see someone who isn't there because his alarm clock broke and having them console you. Sharing stories and experiences and old stuffed toys and emotions and laughter over getting two creamers for your coffee. Comparing human bingo answers and talking about palancas and borrowing the palanca you wrote for them since you forgot what it said. Everything.
I fell there, too, while I was walking on the raised white thingy along the edge of the paths that the ramps in Pisay have that no one has a name for. I was walking. I fell. As simple as that. It was amusing. Really.
Abby: "Ba't kayo naging close?"
Me: "Inaaway ko siya."
Abby: "E, ba't mo siya inaaway?"
Me: "Crush ko siya, e!"
We could not help but laugh.
Me: "Okay lang ba palanca ko?"
Tricia: "Okay lang siya... Pag naiiyak ako, biglang may side comment ka, mapapatawa ako, tapos pag naiiyak na ako uli, may side comment nanaman... 'Yan tuloy, tumatawa akong naiiyak na ewan, para akong baliw."
I was annoyed at me. At the way I can easily get touched and moved to tears. Especially during the second afternoon.
Me to August: "I bet I look like an idiot."
August: "About time you realised."
I realise something else: the retreat will change many things, for a while. There are few things it will change forever.
I reaslise something else something else: that I do love this batch after all.
---
I wish my post could give justice to everything. To the retreat and the friendship and being close to God. To the palancas that said you meant something to someone and the laughter and the tears and the sadness upon leaving and the very unusual sort-of peace. To the rather silly postquarters that despite evrything can damage, forever. To my rather childish amazement at a droplet of water on the sooty base of a Coke can. But it can't.
Nakaka-ewan yung Chem. postquarter!!! I could have perfected it, I knew, no false humility there, but I never perfect stuff. I always make stupid mistakes. This time, I forgot to add the number of moles of the solute to the number of moles of the solvent to get the mole fraction. I'm not so sure if that made sense.
May bunny rabbits sa STR lab!!! Ang cute nila. Especially after seeing nothing but exam questions for fifty minutes.
And the math postquarter? Twenty items. Ten items multiple choice you have to give the answer to if the answer's not in the choices. Ten items of identification.
Bye bye, tentative 1.5... =>
I wonder why I'm so amused.
---
Water is polar. Apparently, soot isn't. So, if you try placing a drop of water on the soot-covered base of a Coke can... it turns into something like a small marble. It even absorbs other drops of water!
It doesn't sound very amazing, but if you see it, you will understand. And you will understand pain. The pain of seeing that drop of water fall to the ground thanks to a classmate. It's the same as being pushed into an off mood after laughing for the first time in a day. Only less in magnitude. I'm not serious. Well. I really never know.
Ang kulit nina Norman at Tia at Manu! Why do they insist on getting me streaked with soot?
---
Ansaya ng retreat.
It was our JoMiKe-bonding (not Chem. type) time. The closest we could get to being classmates again. Icia, Guia, and I were in one cottage, and Thea, Jenny, and Chii were in another. Ansaya kaya! Sa wakas, natuto akong kumain nang mabilis. =3
I (inadvertently) figured out the perfect way to get the bed closest to the veranda- talk about scary stuff. Like that meditation garden (=P). It helps if the view from the veranda is scary.
And, I don't know. It was a strange experience. Being with your batch, the people you are destined to be stuck with for the rest of your life unless you hate them so much you get kicked out to finally be rid of them. Your friends, the people whom you choose, or who choose you, or who somehow, for some reason, can actually stand your presence. Strange and surreal, getting up at 5 in the morning and having your best friends talk you into waking or reassuring you that you can sleep in, laughing over the smallest and most random of things in the strangest situations, crying with them, taking vanity pics at all hours, leaving the cottage to see someone who isn't there because his alarm clock broke and having them console you. Sharing stories and experiences and old stuffed toys and emotions and laughter over getting two creamers for your coffee. Comparing human bingo answers and talking about palancas and borrowing the palanca you wrote for them since you forgot what it said. Everything.
I fell there, too, while I was walking on the raised white thingy along the edge of the paths that the ramps in Pisay have that no one has a name for. I was walking. I fell. As simple as that. It was amusing. Really.
Abby: "Ba't kayo naging close?"
Me: "Inaaway ko siya."
Abby: "E, ba't mo siya inaaway?"
Me: "Crush ko siya, e!"
We could not help but laugh.
Me: "Okay lang ba palanca ko?"
Tricia: "Okay lang siya... Pag naiiyak ako, biglang may side comment ka, mapapatawa ako, tapos pag naiiyak na ako uli, may side comment nanaman... 'Yan tuloy, tumatawa akong naiiyak na ewan, para akong baliw."
I was annoyed at me. At the way I can easily get touched and moved to tears. Especially during the second afternoon.
Me to August: "I bet I look like an idiot."
August: "About time you realised."
I realise something else: the retreat will change many things, for a while. There are few things it will change forever.
I reaslise something else something else: that I do love this batch after all.
---
I wish my post could give justice to everything. To the retreat and the friendship and being close to God. To the palancas that said you meant something to someone and the laughter and the tears and the sadness upon leaving and the very unusual sort-of peace. To the rather silly postquarters that despite evrything can damage, forever. To my rather childish amazement at a droplet of water on the sooty base of a Coke can. But it can't.
"... and i wonder if you're happy or just glad to see me scarred
did my drunk compelled confessions sober up completing hard?
i am bending over backwards to get close to you but still i feel so far
because... you mean so much to me
and i wish that we could start it over, start it over
i don't need your sympathy or apologies
but still i'm staring in my coffee cup and it's six a. m.
and i cannot give up..."
