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Our university is having its 61st Foundation Week and today is set for the annual street painting competition. Upon waking up at 7:30 because of my noisy roommates (hehe) and noticing the hostile weather, I did not hesitate to go back to sleep. Midday was about to strike when I awoke next. My roommate (who’s a University Student Council meaning that he’s one of the busiest folks this week) came in and told me that I missed all the fun. The point that is missing here is that, I didn’t absolutely know that today also holds the Larong Pinoy (Filipino folk games)! Drat, even though I may eventually forget all about it, I could have had fun even just watching. I heard the chancellor and dean of our college also played. Argh! My self-discipline is really such a mess. I need to start always getting up at 7:30 if it’s the last thing I must do here on earth!
I had lunch with my dormmates Eunice and Jennifer and then headed to the school pathwalk, where the street painting was held because of the rain. Supposedly, it would be on the road by the dorm area. I bought a bath soap in the cooperative and took a stroll to look at everything. The first spot was owned by our dorm and it was already done. Plain and neat with the line, “Pa-Omp’s ta!” Genguken, the animé club I’m in, was the second one I noticed. They drew such cute chibis. Then, one after another, I looked at the Elektrons, UP Akeanon, komsai.org, and UP Tubao. When I came back to the dorm I was still able to bring “painted” hands. Yet, I still feel unsatisfied.
Flunked Up
I feel so <insert title here, all lowercase> right now. One day, I’ll create a virus less than a megabyte but is capable of a complete system destruction.
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Another “Weeklong” Post + JSP Training
We had our first day of JSP (Java Server Pages) Training today. We were given this simple task of trying out some codes by copying them from this website and upload it to our own server. The HTML codes were hideous — capital letters in some tags and presence of deprecated ones. I made it more “good-looking” by transforming what has to be transformed. Then there’s this classmate that comes to me and asks if I was already done, because she would like to use the computer to upload her stuff to her own account. But then, it turns out that she merely changed the username (shrike) I was assigned to in the destination address in the command line!
scp /tmp/*.jsp shrike@10.51.1.32:/usr/share/webapps/shrike
Argh! I wanted to eat flesh at that instant. Yes, the effort I made was not total, but I think what she did was still simply penetrating. That’s the last fucking draw! 
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Last, last Sunday I was in Cebu to attend the graduation of my cousin. She’s a medicine student and this mere fact was the one that drove Mama to oblige me to go there. Such kind of graduations appear to be always held in a hotel you know. 
I left Iloilo City on Saturday and for the first time in my life, I boarded the vessel ultimately last, with rain wetting my head, and me embracing a big box containing the CPU. Already aboard, water was flowing on the floor due to the rain so I had to move the box into my bed. By Sunday, when the vessel docked, I realized that it was merely beside the one my sisters took from Mindanao. So, from there on, we were together. The family of my cousin specifically her mother really loved to shop, as it seems. It was as if she never gets tired from all the walking (good thing there was always a snack, hehe). And her budget seemed unimaginable! Really, they bought a lot of things. The graduation was on Monday. The food was excellent. Not drinking any softdrink in the table at all was such a wise decision, else I was not able to taste all the dishes! 
Last Thursday was Labor Day, a holiday. With nothing to do, my classmates thought of taking a little walk to town. We took the path at the so-called Hill70 (photo courtesy of Lairy) and found light at the GLOBE tower ultimately ending at the foot of the new administration building. I and Lairy pose for a picture in front of oble (The U.P. Oblation). Now we won’t graduate on time. 
We ate Halo-Halo then. Back at the dorm my classmate Schiren gave me a customized birthday card. She always does it to other folks too but I was actually not expecting any. The more stimulating (oh, yea) part was, she drew this as the cover of the card! The banner was impossible to replicate, but everything else was as perfect. 
P.S. To everyone who greeted me, I’ll give you your bottles the moment we meet. 
Nah, in other words, thank you and CHEERS! 
P.P.S. Laptop’s not yet a month old but has already undergone a Windows reinstallation. 
My Cellphone is Back but WTF
Last Sunday, while I was sitting in the back of the driver in a tricycle going to the church, my cellphone slipped out of my pocket. I was totally unaware of it. I alighted and paid. When I was about to enter, I checked my pocket and realized that it was not there. For a moment, I thought that maybe I just left it at my bed in the dorm. But then, I was pretty sure it is not the case. And so I tried tracing the path the tricycle took. From a distance, I saw my dormmate and her friend (who were in the back seat of the same tricycle I was riding) looking at me. They know something, I thought. [...]
Shoot, I think it won’t please me if I’ll go on with the details. So, onto the the so-called eyeball. As negotiated, we met on Thursday. Immediately after my exam on that day, I flew to the dorm and communicated with the culprit via a friend’s cellphone. Soon enough, he was already in the waiting shed specified as the meeting place. Manang V, a dorm staff, suggested that a person should go there first before me. Two university workers were at the dorm so she requested them to do it. When I arrived at the shed, it turns out that those two men know the guy who was about to give back my cellphone. After a short chat between them, it was our turn. He was not actually the one who found the cellphone, just a friend. Blah. Through our conversation I realized that it’s not worth giving them the reward money they want, which is 500 pesos. When I decided to give the money, instead of directly giving the white envelop, I opened it in front of him and said that it’d better be that I count it myself (or something like that). Since he was not looking at me, and seemed more tense, I only took out 300.
When I went back to the dorm, people were already waiting (as if I was a survivor of a great crash) and congratulated me upon knowing of what the outcome was. I browsed my cellphone and was happy to find the phonebook intact, only a few messages deleted, and some pictures gone in the gallery and some saved from the MMS inbox. Then I saw…a picture of a duck (replace u with the third vowel of the alphabet). What the fuck does those guys think of me? Sorry to say this, but why in the whole wide world should I care on how theirs look like when I have mine that’s?! 
Apparently, all my pictures were deleted. Mine all alone. Fine with me, the others have got more sentimental value anyway. My decision of reducing the reward was a wise move in the first place. I was braver, after all, for doing it right on his face. Asshole.
Fornication Under Consent of the King
My tiyo (uncle) died and I lost my cellphone. Next week is hell week. About the title, well, pick out the first letter of the capitalized words and then, imagine me cursing it.
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