Planning, Doing, Planning

Before anything else, the UPCAT results are finally out! I was in the same pathetic place roughly one year ago. I woke up particularly early to check the results and when I found out I passed Diliman I was so stunned, I wasn't able to sleep afterwards.



Things are, at last, beginning to speed up. The past few days I have been increasingly busy; I was trying my best to slightly stay away from the internet to focus more on school matters. Fortunately enough for me, the staff house and dormitory internet connections are so bad, they can challenge Voldemort to a duel. (That was not funny.)

I was able to buy of one of the last copies of Belle de Jour (They call the copy-holders "Bella." Ew) and I have been reveling on how efficient the planner is:

It splits personal and professional priorities. Thank God!

That is a manifestation of how much I want to change my penmanship. I'm still soul-searching.

(By the way, I think I've finally found my soul pen. Dong-A Hexaplus ballpoint 0.5! It makes my script look smart.)

There is a blank page in the front portion of the planner. I decided to put in an excerpt from Bon Iver's Holocene to make people think I'm deep. Hardy har har, scumbags.

Last week, my Understanding Gender professor required us to do a creative presentation based on different forms of feminism for yesterday. My group got radical feminism. The monstrosity of our presentation goes beyond verbal description. Completely horrendous. I played a spontaneously-created character (by that I mean we created the dialogues while onstage) and all the while I kept on shouting things like, "No, of course not, I am a woman! I can stand on my own!" to my pretend-boyfriend who "always pays for the restaurant bill."

Now I know I can never be an actress.

We're taking up photography in Humanities 1. The professor was kind enough to give us the period for taking pictures. I guess he decided we aren't worth the time for his critique.

I like writing in script although my penmanship suggests otherwise.

I often write random stuff when I feel lethargic during a class. The paragraph in the photo was supposed to be an essay on existentialism. I am such an ambitious ass.