Tempest Sonata

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About time I decided to blog about this... I've been very lazy lately. Exam weeks make me lazy...

Last Thursday, we had our P.E. finals. Me and my groupmates only had time to practice for 2 days... Both days were full of nonsense.

We were required to perform with a minimum of 8 minutes and maximum of 10 minutes edited music, interpretative dance that which includes Line Dance, Swing, Cha Cha Cha and Jive.

My groupmates helped me pick a costume. They picked the skinny jeans, white t-shirt with some black designs and a black short-sleeved jacket-like thingy.

I went to school with my costume on... Erm.. I was carrying the jacket and not wearing it, though. I brought my aviator shades with me because I looked stupid with the jacket on.

I waited as always for my always-late groupmates. We had the chance to practice for only 10 minutes before the exam started. I didn't really know much of the steps they made. They only kept it to themselves. Argh!

Exam started. We performed third. I managed to get myself confident enough even though I did not know all of the dance steps. Had a lot of mistakes during the cha cha cha, swing and jive... I didn't really feel bad about it. Didn't feel embarrassed even with those mistakes. I ended up getting a grade of 1.75. I looked good with my costume but I really did bad on the dance.

After performing, I asked the professor if I could leave early. My next exam was scheduled 7:30-10. Consisted of 2 batches: 7:30-9 and 9-10.

I got to school at 9 and took the exam. I didn't study but I'm quite confident that I did good enough to get a nice grade. The exam was only logic. Haha

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Lately, I was doing my friends some favors, helping them sort out things, and giving some advice. I was thinking of doing my best to help them... But after a while, I thought, "What about myself? How can I help myself?"

I wanted to do something to help myself. I was still feeling incomplete. Still lacking inspiration. And missing something because I have become so picky. Some of my friends keep saying that I'm cheesy.

Just a while ago, a friend was asking for help. I agreed to help her. It was just a simple burning of some requirement of hers. She said "Thanks! You've been helping me out alot. Sorry for asking you of this." I said, "It's okay. If you need something you know I can do, just feel free to tell me." She told me I'm the best. That's when I realized...


I was unconsciously doing this for myself.


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Recently, I've been thinking... What am I good at?

Piano? .... no. Always been making mistakes no matter how long I've been playing the piece

Sports? .... Of course not!

Language? .... I'm not even good at using my native language

Talking? .... Not a good conversationalist....

Making friends? .... my weakness....

Gaming? .... No.... not really excelling here....

Computers? .... I only know how to search google....

Electronics? .... I might get toasted here.

Gadgets? .... No

Dancing? .... I've always been clumsy

Composing? .... I'm just a newbie.

Cooking? .... Almost burned my past condo unit because of this...

Singing? .... crap

Being lazy? .... I am lazy... but I'm not good at being one

Doing stunts? .... I'm just going to die if I try

Studying? .... I might just stare at the letters if you force me to study for hours

Being funny? .... I'm corny, really...

Writing? .... No

Helping people? .... No. I can't even approach some people to offer help

Math? .... No. Clumsy with numbers

Fighting? Brawling? .... No. I don't like doing this

Playing with minds? .... No. But this should be fun....

Fooling people? .... No....

Art? .... I can't even draw right.... or even color something nicely

Violin? .... I wish


Heck! I don't even know what I'm good at! Argh! Thinking about this frustrates me...
If only I could sacrifice a trait or an ability just to excel at something...

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I woke up 9am this morning. I thought it was still 6 during that time. It was still a bit dark outside because it was raining. It was cold so I had a chance to enjoy my sleep.

After doing some situps, I rose from bed, then went downstairs and had my breakfast. Went back up after eating, then played my PSP until it was 11.

Fixed myself up, then I was on my way to school.

On the way, I came across a group of highschool girls from the school in front of UST's Lacson gate(I forgot the name even though I come across it all the time.)After a few meters of passing them, I heard some screaming and they called me. I was quite surprised, I thought I dropped something(I've went to school with my bag open a couple of times already. It's quite good that I haven't really lost anything yet because of it.) As I turned to face their direction, they said something which I'm not going to mention here. I faced back to the direction where I was going and didn't mind them.

When I got to the classroom, the Dean was already there. He was giving back the last quiz after checking. For those people who haven't missed any quiz, the class standing was written on the paper. If you already have a passing grade, you are automatically exempted for the final exam. He gave me my paper and told me I could choose not to take the exam.

I sat on my seat and was thinking if I should take it or not. My friend told me to just skip the test. My grade was only 76, so I decided to take the test.

I think I did most of the items correctly....besides the last one. I knew I was wrong with my computations, but I wasn't able to scan for any miscalculations because of the lack of time. I wasn't able to finish the test but I think I did good enough to get my grade a bit higher.

I went back home after the exam. Nothing to do. No gimicks, no whatever. Just played PSP until it was night time. I'm getting really lazy nowadays. Someone, push me! Hahaha



Sleepy... Goodnight


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I don't use the net at home... That's why I haven't blogged for quite a while.

Well... I did nothing but play PSP while I was home with my cousins...

Days passed by pretty quickly.

Enrolment finished...

Tomorrow... the time for my long awaited operation. I'm quite nervous though...and excited at the same time. I'll be admitted early tomorrow. Before 10am.

I hope I'll survive....a week witout talking. I won't be allowed to talk for a week or so.

I know everything will go out fine.

I'll be online a lot frequently by next week, the start of the classes for the 2nd semester.



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I was confined yesterday at 8AM. Had my IV injected an hour after.

I was brought to the Operating Room a few minutes before 10AM. Lied there for a couple of minutes while the doctor was searching for the laryngoscopy components. He made me recite Jack and Jill while he was taking a video of me to record my voice.

I was tied down afterwards and the anaesthesia was delivered through the IV....or so I think. I was raised a bit and my vision was a bit shaky but clear. The anaesthesiologist made me inhale something that made me sleep in an instant. When I turned to, I was already at the Recovery Room. I was just brought there when I woke up...so I had to wait 2 hours before I was sent to my room.

My IV was taken off at 2PM and my NPO has ended. I was already enabled to eat a full diet. Hospital food is so delicious.... NOT! My mom bought some food from the hospital's cafeteria. Cafeteria food seem to be more edible than regular hospital food.

Kelly visited me at around 5:30PM. He gave me a cake from Red Ribbon. I wasn't able to speak so I typed what I wanted to say on my phone. He left a couple of minutes past 6 and Popoy came in after he left. Same stuff happened. At first, Popoy was also copying my only means of communication. But I guess he got tired and used his voice rather than his phone and thumbs. He left at 7PM after a Naruto battle on the PSP (I lost, of course).

I was cleared 12PM the next day. Now I'm home. No pain. Feeling great. But can't talk.

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I never enjoyed eating cakes...until recently.

I guess cakes taste better when they're from your friends or other people with close bonds.

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For the past few months, I seem to be getting quite annoyed on how I look.

Some people tend to say I'm cute... but I hate it.
Being like this make me look like a kid...
Most people think I'm only 17.... I'm already 20...

Yesterday while I was inside the Operating Room, a nurse told me the thing I hate.. Another one asked if I was a Filipino. I don't look like a Korean...but I don't know why some people mistake me for one. I do think a lot of koreans look the same as each other with only slight difference. I don't think I look like them.

TV affects people alot. Sigh.

Anyways, that's it for today's ranting! (I rant all the time... But it's not like I mean it all the time. I was a born ranter!)




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