Yes, I'm a bloody board passer.
Almost a month later, and angsty about it because of the added expense and hassle about being a bloody board passer and having to register for my license. Really, I'm not happy about it. I passed but so did 236 other people out of some 500 people who took the exam. Aaaand, I failed an entry exam for a government post that I was really excited about. Bugger.
So I'm doubly depressed and there's nothing anybody can do about it. So there. Phooey.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
1
10
100
1 day after the fact
so i botched the countdown. just as i probably botched the exam. no, i won't make it to top 10... hell, if i do pass, i'm sure it'll be about 100 decimal places shy of failing altogether. but that's okay, i plan to be too drunk to notice if i failed or passed the exam.
cheers.
to all the bloody board passers.
so i botched the countdown. just as i probably botched the exam. no, i won't make it to top 10... hell, if i do pass, i'm sure it'll be about 100 decimal places shy of failing altogether. but that's okay, i plan to be too drunk to notice if i failed or passed the exam.
cheers.
to all the bloody board passers.
Friday, August 26, 2005
33
33 and counting
so far, i've finished reading 210 sections out of 1020, of the official gazette, otherwise known as the revised manual for geodetic engineers. 810 more to go. i've done about 10 child's-play math problems, nothing of geodesy, cartography, theory and practice.
only 33 more days to go...
so far, i've finished reading 210 sections out of 1020, of the official gazette, otherwise known as the revised manual for geodetic engineers. 810 more to go. i've done about 10 child's-play math problems, nothing of geodesy, cartography, theory and practice.
only 33 more days to go...
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
35
Freaking out
yes, i put a little reminder on the sidebar to add to my exam anxiety, and another HUGE one where i definitely won't miss it, just to piss me off. so i suppose i'll use this blog to mark the calendar, chart my study progress and track my anxiety attacks.
if i miss a day, it means either i'm working, studying or cleaning out the fridge.
yes, i put a little reminder on the sidebar to add to my exam anxiety, and another HUGE one where i definitely won't miss it, just to piss me off. so i suppose i'll use this blog to mark the calendar, chart my study progress and track my anxiety attacks.
if i miss a day, it means either i'm working, studying or cleaning out the fridge.
Monday, August 22, 2005
last saturday...
i cleaned the kitchen oven. yes, i did, and after doing my laundry, washing dishes, cooking breakfast and lunch too. then the following day, i again cooked lunch, cleaned up my room a little, scrubbed the bathroom tiles a bit and cleaned the microwave. all this from a girl with no bedroom floor to speak of, just a carpet of used clothes, books, loose change and scrap paper.
so what got into me? the calendar got into me. it's less than 5 weeks til my board exam (AAAARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh!) and i've yet to do some extensive studying. it was then that it hit me: i hate studying more than i hate cleaning. i was procrastinating by cleaning.
well, at least my procrastination methods are productive. and i did squeeze in 6 hours of studying after all the cleaning, right after receiving news that a friend just passed his board exams (congrats, tito japee!).
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" i wish that my room had a floor
i don't care too much for a door
but this walking around
without touching the ground
is getting to be quite a bore."
-some limerick i read when i was younger, forgot the author
i cleaned the kitchen oven. yes, i did, and after doing my laundry, washing dishes, cooking breakfast and lunch too. then the following day, i again cooked lunch, cleaned up my room a little, scrubbed the bathroom tiles a bit and cleaned the microwave. all this from a girl with no bedroom floor to speak of, just a carpet of used clothes, books, loose change and scrap paper.
so what got into me? the calendar got into me. it's less than 5 weeks til my board exam (AAAARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh!) and i've yet to do some extensive studying. it was then that it hit me: i hate studying more than i hate cleaning. i was procrastinating by cleaning.
well, at least my procrastination methods are productive. and i did squeeze in 6 hours of studying after all the cleaning, right after receiving news that a friend just passed his board exams (congrats, tito japee!).
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" i wish that my room had a floor
i don't care too much for a door
but this walking around
without touching the ground
is getting to be quite a bore."
-some limerick i read when i was younger, forgot the author
Monday, September 20, 2004
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Sunday, December 21, 2003
on prayer rallies
i was in the shower earlier and was looking back on my days at an all-girls catholic school. what the connection between them was i don't know. my thoughts are always like that, uncorrelated.
i remembered the days when we students went on prayer rallies and noise barrages, fighting for the causes that our school supported. that was when i realized we were used! what did we, the young and the innocent, really know about social issues? we were young; we should have been more worried about our studies, our crushes and such. instead we spent hours under the sun protesting against Marcos being buried in the Libingan ng mga Bayani. the causes we then espoused weren't stuff we concieved and believed by ourselves. what if there was at least one of us who had the independence to think for herself and by her own reasoning actually believed that Marcos should be buried in the Libingan ng mga bayani? would she have been exempted from the rally? and this is assuming that we had the capability to form our own beliefs at such a young age. we were railroaded to thinking in the way that our teachers thought. argh.
so what was my point? or did i even have a point in this rambling? i don't know.
i was in the shower earlier and was looking back on my days at an all-girls catholic school. what the connection between them was i don't know. my thoughts are always like that, uncorrelated.
i remembered the days when we students went on prayer rallies and noise barrages, fighting for the causes that our school supported. that was when i realized we were used! what did we, the young and the innocent, really know about social issues? we were young; we should have been more worried about our studies, our crushes and such. instead we spent hours under the sun protesting against Marcos being buried in the Libingan ng mga Bayani. the causes we then espoused weren't stuff we concieved and believed by ourselves. what if there was at least one of us who had the independence to think for herself and by her own reasoning actually believed that Marcos should be buried in the Libingan ng mga bayani? would she have been exempted from the rally? and this is assuming that we had the capability to form our own beliefs at such a young age. we were railroaded to thinking in the way that our teachers thought. argh.
so what was my point? or did i even have a point in this rambling? i don't know.
Monday, March 31, 2003
Thursday, March 27, 2003
when was the last time you did something for the first time?
the question above was taken from an airline's tv ad. and on 02/04/03 i'll finally be able to answer the question: i'll be flying international and getting out of the country for the first time! woohoo! i'll be visiting my sister in LA, CA for the whole summer. so you'd better get ready, LA. ;p
the question above was taken from an airline's tv ad. and on 02/04/03 i'll finally be able to answer the question: i'll be flying international and getting out of the country for the first time! woohoo! i'll be visiting my sister in LA, CA for the whole summer. so you'd better get ready, LA. ;p
Friday, December 20, 2002
disconnect
a friend attended some new age conference where she learned that for every evil thought/action (or its milder equivalent) you have, you get disconnected from the flow of good karma. i suppose that explains the bad luck that's been happening the past few months, internetwise, for being a nonpaying and unrepentant user. not only was i deprived of free internet, my modem also gave up on me. for a whole month i did nothing but play sims (who needs to study?). thank god, i have internet access again. i wonder what i did right?
a friend attended some new age conference where she learned that for every evil thought/action (or its milder equivalent) you have, you get disconnected from the flow of good karma. i suppose that explains the bad luck that's been happening the past few months, internetwise, for being a nonpaying and unrepentant user. not only was i deprived of free internet, my modem also gave up on me. for a whole month i did nothing but play sims (who needs to study?). thank god, i have internet access again. i wonder what i did right?
Thursday, October 03, 2002
deprived!
i haven't posted anything for while. why? BECAUSE I'VE BEEN DEPRIVED! horribly but justly deprived of my free and unlimited internet account.
really. i never knew how dependent i was on the free internet until my illegal account was cut off. *oh the pain!* i spend 10 hours a day on the net for heaven's sake. what would i do with the free time? study? blech. for days, i lounged around the house lethargic and morose because i couldn't bring myself to pay - legally - for internet access. but then the withdrawal symptoms were getting worse, so eventually i did bring out the cash. *OH THE PAIN!!*
wala lang. just a totally senseless rant on the ability of the world to actually produce karma.
i haven't posted anything for while. why? BECAUSE I'VE BEEN DEPRIVED! horribly but justly deprived of my free and unlimited internet account.
really. i never knew how dependent i was on the free internet until my illegal account was cut off. *oh the pain!* i spend 10 hours a day on the net for heaven's sake. what would i do with the free time? study? blech. for days, i lounged around the house lethargic and morose because i couldn't bring myself to pay - legally - for internet access. but then the withdrawal symptoms were getting worse, so eventually i did bring out the cash. *OH THE PAIN!!*
wala lang. just a totally senseless rant on the ability of the world to actually produce karma.
Thursday, September 12, 2002
do not mix butter and whipped cream....in the way i did
i am an amateur cook. hell, i'm less than an amateur; i am ignorant.
this morning i made pancakes. remembering the creamy butter usually served with pancakes in most restaurants, i attempted to recreate this by mixing butter with whipped cream. after beating the butter -its already creamy texture slipped by my notice-, i dropped in a dollop of cream that i whipped earlier. immediately, white liquid which, in hindsight, must have been part of the condensed (if that's the proper term) cream, started to slosh around the bowl spraying my shirt and the kitchen with white splotches. dammit.
my sister says my cooking can only be described as comedy. i suppose that implies i should have my show in foodnetwork with an appropriate name like Bad Eats by Rubybox. This remark was made after i told her a story of how i had mistaken dark fish sauce for soy sauce, making my giniling virtually uneatable. i ate every bite of that giniling with large helpings of rice and gulps of water.
now i wonder how long it would take me to be a passable cook. a year of nonstop cooking? 5 years? a decade? in the meantime, i guess i should be resigned to and grateful for the fact that only i will be forced to eat my dishes. it saves me from being sued.
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yesterday, a friend texted me asking if i had been swallowed by my computer since they haven't seen me for quite a while. reflecting on the amount of time i spent in front of my computer, i thought: no wonder my culinary skills are terrible.
added:
i changed the title because now i know the secret!. my friend told me: whip the cream, then add the microwaved butter.
i am an amateur cook. hell, i'm less than an amateur; i am ignorant.
this morning i made pancakes. remembering the creamy butter usually served with pancakes in most restaurants, i attempted to recreate this by mixing butter with whipped cream. after beating the butter -its already creamy texture slipped by my notice-, i dropped in a dollop of cream that i whipped earlier. immediately, white liquid which, in hindsight, must have been part of the condensed (if that's the proper term) cream, started to slosh around the bowl spraying my shirt and the kitchen with white splotches. dammit.
my sister says my cooking can only be described as comedy. i suppose that implies i should have my show in foodnetwork with an appropriate name like Bad Eats by Rubybox. This remark was made after i told her a story of how i had mistaken dark fish sauce for soy sauce, making my giniling virtually uneatable. i ate every bite of that giniling with large helpings of rice and gulps of water.
now i wonder how long it would take me to be a passable cook. a year of nonstop cooking? 5 years? a decade? in the meantime, i guess i should be resigned to and grateful for the fact that only i will be forced to eat my dishes. it saves me from being sued.
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yesterday, a friend texted me asking if i had been swallowed by my computer since they haven't seen me for quite a while. reflecting on the amount of time i spent in front of my computer, i thought: no wonder my culinary skills are terrible.
added:
i changed the title because now i know the secret!. my friend told me: whip the cream, then add the microwaved butter.
Thursday, September 05, 2002
jeepney rides
-i posted this originally at barrio alimasag
i love jeepney rides. they're a good barometer for the current trends of the filipino society, as well as a good source for amusing anecdotes. behavioral patterns abound!
here's what i've noticed so far:
1. pinoy rap - jeepney drivers, especially those of patok jeeps were the first to patronize these homemade demo tapes. some were good, really good - i won't mention names since i don't know them, just heard them. some were bad, really bad - i.e saldakuta(sp?)
2. the yuppie is more likely to take up more than his/her fair share of space while the urban poor is almost always willing to give up their seat to those in need (pregnant women and lolas). why is that? i need 12 more jeepney rides to ponder on this one and come up with an answer
3. when you're in a jeep full of manangs and their pinamalengke, be at ease. you're safer with them. i once rode a cubao jeep with them, and another passenger (the only noncriminal male) was heldup. the unlucky guy, who was sat near the entrance, sought refuge behind these manangs--good move, i thought. the holduppers, faced with an angry mob of manangs, turned tail and ran.
4. the myth that riding a jeep in the wee hours of the morning (1-3am) is just that.. a myth. most of the petty and not so petty crimes i've witnessed and heard about happened in broad daylight or early evening. the one i mentioned above happened at around 10am. i don't know, maybe i'm just cautious, but the worst i've experienced was a drunk leering down my shirt. most the time, my copassengers were either just kids or tatangs going home from their lasingans and gimiks.
-i posted this originally at barrio alimasag
i love jeepney rides. they're a good barometer for the current trends of the filipino society, as well as a good source for amusing anecdotes. behavioral patterns abound!
here's what i've noticed so far:
1. pinoy rap - jeepney drivers, especially those of patok jeeps were the first to patronize these homemade demo tapes. some were good, really good - i won't mention names since i don't know them, just heard them. some were bad, really bad - i.e saldakuta(sp?)
2. the yuppie is more likely to take up more than his/her fair share of space while the urban poor is almost always willing to give up their seat to those in need (pregnant women and lolas). why is that? i need 12 more jeepney rides to ponder on this one and come up with an answer
3. when you're in a jeep full of manangs and their pinamalengke, be at ease. you're safer with them. i once rode a cubao jeep with them, and another passenger (the only noncriminal male) was heldup. the unlucky guy, who was sat near the entrance, sought refuge behind these manangs--good move, i thought. the holduppers, faced with an angry mob of manangs, turned tail and ran.
4. the myth that riding a jeep in the wee hours of the morning (1-3am) is just that.. a myth. most of the petty and not so petty crimes i've witnessed and heard about happened in broad daylight or early evening. the one i mentioned above happened at around 10am. i don't know, maybe i'm just cautious, but the worst i've experienced was a drunk leering down my shirt. most the time, my copassengers were either just kids or tatangs going home from their lasingans and gimiks.
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
pagsesenti ko
i'm currently listening to Landslide, both the Fleetwood Mac and the Smashing Pumpkins version, and it's on continuous play. i love this song (thank you, mar, for introducing this to me) and it never fails to sober me up.
i can't articulate. the lyrics says it all.
Landslide
by Fleetwood Mac
i took my love, took it down
i climbed a mountain and i turned around
and i saw my reflection in a snow-covered hill
till a landslide brought me down
oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
can the child within my heart rise above
can i sail through the changing ocean tides
can i handle the seasons of my life
well i've been afraid of changing
cause i've built my life around you
but time makes you bolder
even children get older
i'm getting older too
oh, i'm getting older too
take my love, take it down
you climb a mountain and you turn around
and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
but the landslide will bring you down
and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
well, the landslide will bring you down
oh, the landslide will bring you down
i'm currently listening to Landslide, both the Fleetwood Mac and the Smashing Pumpkins version, and it's on continuous play. i love this song (thank you, mar, for introducing this to me) and it never fails to sober me up.
i can't articulate. the lyrics says it all.
Landslide
by Fleetwood Mac
i took my love, took it down
i climbed a mountain and i turned around
and i saw my reflection in a snow-covered hill
till a landslide brought me down
oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
can the child within my heart rise above
can i sail through the changing ocean tides
can i handle the seasons of my life
well i've been afraid of changing
cause i've built my life around you
but time makes you bolder
even children get older
i'm getting older too
oh, i'm getting older too
take my love, take it down
you climb a mountain and you turn around
and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
but the landslide will bring you down
and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
well, the landslide will bring you down
oh, the landslide will bring you down
Monday, September 02, 2002
microfilipinas
i was walking home just this evening from an exam (argh!), going right around Sunken Garden. it was early evening so, as usual, several health buff pretenders were jogging the acad oval. several groups of joggers have already gone by me before i realized that each group spoke a different dialect -- well, i think it's dialect since they look like pinoys (co�o pa!) and i still couldn't understand them. i started to get weirded out, thinking Huy! Nasa Maynila tayo! di ba? DI BA?, when i stopped. i realized that i was in a state university, the public place for gathering and learning. what else could i expect?
i was walking home just this evening from an exam (argh!), going right around Sunken Garden. it was early evening so, as usual, several health buff pretenders were jogging the acad oval. several groups of joggers have already gone by me before i realized that each group spoke a different dialect -- well, i think it's dialect since they look like pinoys (co�o pa!) and i still couldn't understand them. i started to get weirded out, thinking Huy! Nasa Maynila tayo! di ba? DI BA?, when i stopped. i realized that i was in a state university, the public place for gathering and learning. what else could i expect?
i'd like to introduce myself
hello, my name is ruby and i am a message board addict.
i am also a LURKER. yes, that dreaded entity that most board administrators loathe. netizens (i hate that word) whose screennames hover menacingly on the who's online table. so why do i lurk? i don't really know. i usually go to a board with the intention of participating and thereby proclaming my stand on various issues abound like *what's your favorite depressing music?* or *LOTR Poll: whose cuter legolas or aragorn?* but somehow, someway, i always wander into boards that are either extremely serious with philosophical debates galore or extremely lightweight ones with emoticon debates galore. and i feel its a waste of time to post. hmmm.... i wonder what's wrong with me?
hello, my name is ruby and i am a message board addict.
i am also a LURKER. yes, that dreaded entity that most board administrators loathe. netizens (i hate that word) whose screennames hover menacingly on the who's online table. so why do i lurk? i don't really know. i usually go to a board with the intention of participating and thereby proclaming my stand on various issues abound like *what's your favorite depressing music?* or *LOTR Poll: whose cuter legolas or aragorn?* but somehow, someway, i always wander into boards that are either extremely serious with philosophical debates galore or extremely lightweight ones with emoticon debates galore. and i feel its a waste of time to post. hmmm.... i wonder what's wrong with me?
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