Mar. 9th, 2007

levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
Finally. After ten months of madness and torture and Algeb. and corny jokes and requirements and incompetent rule and cramming and laziness and Geom. and  new friendships and old friendships and controversies and new loveteams and new sections and pessimism and nonchalance and copying homeworks and C++ and failures and triumphs-

-IT'S OVER.

Okay, not really, but practically. No more exams (except for those taking postquarters slash removals- good luck to you), no more studying, no more homeworks and projects (except for some, I guess), no more C++ (at last! I have long waited for this day! ha ha...). Just intrams. And clearance. And poof! it's all over, for the next two months, at least.

It was worth living for, all the insanity of the past ten months, but it does have to end...

... and of course it seems too soon...

... but I don't think I can stand another Com. Sci. session or another test-that-I-know-I'll-score-low-in-as-soon-as-I-see-the-questionnaire. I guess the school really knows where our breaking points are. Or maybe it just plain tires of us and needs two months to recuperate.

Don't get the wrong impression, I love Champaca (yes, my classmates, you just heard/read me say/write that). And the second year, requirements and all. But it's nice to have a break from study, don't you think?

Like you actually study...

---

The first heart I've ever broken belongs to a catfish.

Let me elaborate. We dissected catfish this morning. Maybe dissected isn't the right term. I think mutilated would be a little more accurate. Just a little.

And we were supposed to look for its gills. So Tricia and Chii and I looked for its gills. And so we tried cutting its skin open.

Unfortunately, I was the one who wanted to cut it open. So I cut. And cut. And sooner or later blood was spewing from the catfish. But we saw the gills.

And then Sir Bioman asked us to look for the heart. We couldn't find it. So we asked him where it was. And he looked at the red blobs that had come out of the fish with the blood and said, "Dinurog n'yo yung puso niya!"

And from then on I was very, very careful with the scissors. Buti pa sina Chii at Tricia- they mutilated dissected the catfish with respect. I just cut, no matter what I was cutting.

And the funny thing about the catfish was, even though we- okay, I- had ripped its heart out, it was still moving. Pulsing. Tawa ako nang tawa. Tumitili si Tricia tuwing gumagalaw yung fish. Now, I'm not saying it was alive. I'm just saying that it was moving.

I love catfish!


"... let me be the one you call
if you jump i'll break your fall
lift you up and fly away with you into the night
if you need to fall apart
i can mend a broken heart
if you need to crash then crash and burn
you're not alone..."
-Savage Garden, Crash and Burn
levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
Finally. After ten months of madness and torture and Algeb. and corny jokes and requirements and incompetent rule and cramming and laziness and Geom. and  new friendships and old friendships and controversies and new loveteams and new sections and pessimism and nonchalance and copying homeworks and C++ and failures and triumphs-

-IT'S OVER.

Okay, not really, but practically. No more exams (except for those taking postquarters slash removals- good luck to you), no more studying, no more homeworks and projects (except for some, I guess), no more C++ (at last! I have long waited for this day! ha ha...). Just intrams. And clearance. And poof! it's all over, for the next two months, at least.

It was worth living for, all the insanity of the past ten months, but it does have to end...

... and of course it seems too soon...

... but I don't think I can stand another Com. Sci. session or another test-that-I-know-I'll-score-low-in-as-soon-as-I-see-the-questionnaire. I guess the school really knows where our breaking points are. Or maybe it just plain tires of us and needs two months to recuperate.

Don't get the wrong impression, I love Champaca (yes, my classmates, you just heard/read me say/write that). And the second year, requirements and all. But it's nice to have a break from study, don't you think?

Like you actually study...

---

The first heart I've ever broken belongs to a catfish.

Let me elaborate. We dissected catfish this morning. Maybe dissected isn't the right term. I think mutilated would be a little more accurate. Just a little.

And we were supposed to look for its gills. So Tricia and Chii and I looked for its gills. And so we tried cutting its skin open.

Unfortunately, I was the one who wanted to cut it open. So I cut. And cut. And sooner or later blood was spewing from the catfish. But we saw the gills.

And then Sir Bioman asked us to look for the heart. We couldn't find it. So we asked him where it was. And he looked at the red blobs that had come out of the fish with the blood and said, "Dinurog n'yo yung puso niya!"

And from then on I was very, very careful with the scissors. Buti pa sina Chii at Tricia- they mutilated dissected the catfish with respect. I just cut, no matter what I was cutting.

And the funny thing about the catfish was, even though we- okay, I- had ripped its heart out, it was still moving. Pulsing. Tawa ako nang tawa. Tumitili si Tricia tuwing gumagalaw yung fish. Now, I'm not saying it was alive. I'm just saying that it was moving.

I love catfish!


"... let me be the one you call
if you jump i'll break your fall
lift you up and fly away with you into the night
if you need to fall apart
i can mend a broken heart
if you need to crash then crash and burn
you're not alone..."
-Savage Garden, Crash and Burn

madness

Mar. 9th, 2007 10:11 pm
levity: (penguin)

... As if everything I write isn't madness...

Whee! Ang saya ng hapon ko! Well, technically, ang saya ng araw ko! Now that was mad... Well, masaya except for Com. Sci.... Which was in the afternoon... Okay... Hindi naman masaya kasi yung Com. Sci., kaso lang mas lalo siyang hindi masaya ngayon. It was said to be an oral defense. Thing is, Sir didn't actually ask us to defend the codes. He just asked some select people to try their codes out in front of the class. Maybe to show that they don't work (the codes, not my classmates. Well, puwede rin my classmates. But not all of them. Just me). At na-bore ako.

August said that was because someone was caught selling codes (he wouldn't say who *August!!!! gets mo?* *sorry sa mga hindi nakakagets*). And then my madness kicked in. I don't know if I have no conscience or if I'm just lazy.

 

Because there is nothing wrong with selling codes, or copying codes, and just because you have the same code as someone else doesn’t necessarily mean you copied it. Look at it: there is really just one base set of logic for solving a problem. Some may have faster ways of going through that logic, some may have, not faster, but different, ways of operating, but there is only a finite number of permutations a set of logic can have. Yes, solutions differ, variables, differ, and all that. It’s unlikely that two codes can be exactly the same without having one copied from the other. But it’s not impossible. Rather, it’s very probable, seeing as many go for a solution that seems obvious. That is obvious. And what is obvious is obvious to all except for the rather slow, who aren’t in Pisay (exception of me).

 

And if you actually copied a code, so what? It doesn’t matter, as long as you understand the logic behind it. Some may say it’s not fair for those who actually worked on their codes, but look. If you tried to work on a code and failed and you asked someone else and you understood their solution and you copied it, wouldn’t that be okay? In theory (sinama pa talaga yung “in theory,” e!), school is set up for students to be able to learn, not for students to kill themselves over a project. That’s not saying that you shouldn’t work on your projects. As much as possible we ought to work on them on our own. That’s just saying that the important thing is to learn. If you need help you need help, you can’t learn without it, and not asking for help would just be pride.

 

And if you charge for a code you made, so what even more? You deserve it, you worked on it, didn’t you? You spent your time on it. And time is gold.

 

Anyway.... Anlayo na ng narating ng post na ito...

 

Go Champaca!

Go Black Bears!

Go bleeding moving dead catfish!

Go jackstones (=> mga Champaca lang at si Guia makakakuha niyan)!

Go Gabby!

Go Niko!

Go my non-beloved Marionette!

Go non-beloved classmate who named my phone Marionette!

...Joke lang, mahal na mahal kita... Marionette (whee! Ang kapal mo! =P)!

Go Maricor!

Go creek!

Go swordfighting sa field!

Go parallel lines and perpendicular lines!

 

Parallel lines never meet, no matter what you do. They are practically the only things for which there is no solution. I used to dream of proving parallel lines can meet. But they won’t, they can’t, they never will. That’s the definition of parallel.

 

And perpendicular lines intersect at right angles. Lines may intersect each other at exactly 90-degree angles, and this only happens if their slopes are negative reciprocals of each other.

 

And the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But in every line there is an infinite number of points. Between any two points, no matter how close they are, there is an infinite number of other points.

 

And the shortest distance between a line and a point not on it is a perpendicular line.

 

I told you this post was madness.

"... pinch me, is this real?
i'm on a one-way ticket out of loserville
now i'm off the social flat line
things are so good that i'm
taking down my star trek shine
and you're more than just my valentine
you're my ticket out of loserville... "
-Son of Dork, Ticket Outta Loserville

madness

Mar. 9th, 2007 10:11 pm
levity: (penguin)

... As if everything I write isn't madness...

Whee! Ang saya ng hapon ko! Well, technically, ang saya ng araw ko! Now that was mad... Well, masaya except for Com. Sci.... Which was in the afternoon... Okay... Hindi naman masaya kasi yung Com. Sci., kaso lang mas lalo siyang hindi masaya ngayon. It was said to be an oral defense. Thing is, Sir didn't actually ask us to defend the codes. He just asked some select people to try their codes out in front of the class. Maybe to show that they don't work (the codes, not my classmates. Well, puwede rin my classmates. But not all of them. Just me). At na-bore ako.

August said that was because someone was caught selling codes (he wouldn't say who *August!!!! gets mo?* *sorry sa mga hindi nakakagets*). And then my madness kicked in. I don't know if I have no conscience or if I'm just lazy.

 

Because there is nothing wrong with selling codes, or copying codes, and just because you have the same code as someone else doesn’t necessarily mean you copied it. Look at it: there is really just one base set of logic for solving a problem. Some may have faster ways of going through that logic, some may have, not faster, but different, ways of operating, but there is only a finite number of permutations a set of logic can have. Yes, solutions differ, variables, differ, and all that. It’s unlikely that two codes can be exactly the same without having one copied from the other. But it’s not impossible. Rather, it’s very probable, seeing as many go for a solution that seems obvious. That is obvious. And what is obvious is obvious to all except for the rather slow, who aren’t in Pisay (exception of me).

 

And if you actually copied a code, so what? It doesn’t matter, as long as you understand the logic behind it. Some may say it’s not fair for those who actually worked on their codes, but look. If you tried to work on a code and failed and you asked someone else and you understood their solution and you copied it, wouldn’t that be okay? In theory (sinama pa talaga yung “in theory,” e!), school is set up for students to be able to learn, not for students to kill themselves over a project. That’s not saying that you shouldn’t work on your projects. As much as possible we ought to work on them on our own. That’s just saying that the important thing is to learn. If you need help you need help, you can’t learn without it, and not asking for help would just be pride.

 

And if you charge for a code you made, so what even more? You deserve it, you worked on it, didn’t you? You spent your time on it. And time is gold.

 

Anyway.... Anlayo na ng narating ng post na ito...

 

Go Champaca!

Go Black Bears!

Go bleeding moving dead catfish!

Go jackstones (=> mga Champaca lang at si Guia makakakuha niyan)!

Go Gabby!

Go Niko!

Go my non-beloved Marionette!

Go non-beloved classmate who named my phone Marionette!

...Joke lang, mahal na mahal kita... Marionette (whee! Ang kapal mo! =P)!

Go Maricor!

Go creek!

Go swordfighting sa field!

Go parallel lines and perpendicular lines!

 

Parallel lines never meet, no matter what you do. They are practically the only things for which there is no solution. I used to dream of proving parallel lines can meet. But they won’t, they can’t, they never will. That’s the definition of parallel.

 

And perpendicular lines intersect at right angles. Lines may intersect each other at exactly 90-degree angles, and this only happens if their slopes are negative reciprocals of each other.

 

And the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But in every line there is an infinite number of points. Between any two points, no matter how close they are, there is an infinite number of other points.

 

And the shortest distance between a line and a point not on it is a perpendicular line.

 

I told you this post was madness.

"... pinch me, is this real?
i'm on a one-way ticket out of loserville
now i'm off the social flat line
things are so good that i'm
taking down my star trek shine
and you're more than just my valentine
you're my ticket out of loserville... "
-Son of Dork, Ticket Outta Loserville

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