Infinite Limits

to the intended

***this entry is something I wrote on one of those nights in my dorm when I felt that I really have to heed the blogging call. I just needed a time-out from c++ and blah blah blah.. just read on..***

The heck, really.. I’m supposed to do be doing  a computer program but I’m really in a nuts mood. Pathetic me. Why do I have to do this programming while in the first place, it’s hardly related to my major?! I’m trying but I tell you, there are people born with natural compilers.^^

 

By the way, I’m still thinking of my PF’s mood today. At first, he seemed to be fine during class. he was still able to crack jokes, though corny and as usual made fun of me. But seemed like something in the wind had gone through him and as if, a low spirit came upon him and he just started to be in a bad mood. Not that bad actually but more of being not really energized and his mind was somewhere but definitely not in class. I tried asking if there was something wrong with him, he said there is but I dare did not ask why. I mean, who am I to ask in the first place? It was my first time seeing him like this, his simply weird, odd, awkward and surreal.

 

Gtg now.. I have to go back to my duties. I just wanted to take time out and write. You see, I find my utopia in words. I may not be good in figures (drawings, I mean) but I can say I’m far better off in playing with words. I bet no one’s reading my entries. There are over a million blogs on the net. Who takes time to read mine, anyway? But dear PF, I do hope that you get to see this entry one day and realize how much I wanted to be a friend (a real, genuine, authentic one!) and  that I really do hate seeing people in bad mood swings. I know it’s unavoidable but I really try to make things seem lighter. Ask my friends for proof! Life’s too short to be preoccupied with worries all the time.

 

Keep smiling ^o^

 

---jem ruste 9-16-08 (wow, it's 16 today.. wee.. 4 months to go and I'll be officially.. old. gah!)

 

BTW, I haven’t even mentioned that my PF is also someone I wish would greet me on wo de shengri. ^___^  impossible, I know, but still, I wish, I wish to the spotlights above…

isa na akong binyagan

I know, the title is in Filipino and so this article must follow, but who cares anyway? It's my blog so ***alright, you know what follows*** Last night, Zhaira (my high school buddy turned college roommate) & I ate outside. Yes, indeed we're sick of the food our dorm has. It's always afritada, caldereta then sinigang na baboy (happens to be something I don't eat) and then back to afritada, caldereta and then the ulam cycle goes on. I know I should be thankful that I still got food to eat but you cannot avoid the fact the people seek variety! so back to the story, we went out for dinner, just somewhere near our dorm... then, viola! we had a sumptuous dinner but the next thing we knew, it was badly raining outside and the greater thing, we didn't have a brolli with us. But the greatest thing of all is... ta-da! we're living in one of the most easily flooded streets in Manila, Espana.. where rivers form in the blink of an eye (when it rains of course). So there, we were standing for more than an hour as if waiting for superman to bring us a brolli.. Luckily, someone came and we got to the dorm, safe but wet. But going back, we had to walk the river (haha)^^ which was starting to come out in the open, it was ankle-deep. For my almost 2 years in uste this was my first time walking in flood.. and so as they say, you formally become a Thomasian by two things, one is to pass through the Arch of the Centuries and two, to walk in the flood.. I have faced and conquered the two so I'm formally a Thomasian! ^o^

***right now, I'm still here stuck in the lib and my Calculus class with start in about. 5 minutes. ^o^

thoughts

Again, it's obvious that my blogs are turning into a Friday habit. I can't really do blogs with my taptap in Manila. Let's just say I'm pretty much preoccupied with my newfound Friendster equivalent, the UST E-leap. Gah, you wish!^^ Now, I really feel that I'll be sticking pins in my eyes in a few minutes. I haven't  got enough sleep last night because I, no, we were expecting a Stat quiz today with Ma'am DR's "bahala na" reply last Monday only to find out it was just a seatwork. Real exam's on Monday so I guess no effort would be put to waste.

Last night was also an intense night for me. Technology really has gone far beyond what we, people, really need (particularly those mobile phones) to a point that it could turn people to monsters in a matter of a split second. Yes, someone turned into a monster last night which, of course, really scared the freak out of me. But such is also the human complexity that today, every thing is back to normal as if no "Hulk-like" transformation happened last night.And the main reason for all of this: "misunderstanding"... next time, let people explain first. I know what I was doing so no roaring please.

A few hours ago, I was browsing through some galleries by artists and photographers (in particular) who are of the same age as me. As usual, it left me again in awe. How could there exist those people really gifted in art and leaving me with not a single percent. I'm really never gifted at drawing. I can't really draw anything sensible or at least, something that one can really know what it is at first glance. Pathetic me, I know. Recently, I've really started to appreciate photography, especially those with people who seem to be unaware of the fact that they got themselves a great portrait. I want to learn it myself.. The thing is, how? I dream of having an SLR cam, but why? the reasons I have now are really "unjustifiable" for the actions (naks, theo?!). Yes, there are really people born with the gift, but even without it, isn't passion for learning enough to make up for it?