guess who got it? :D

Thank you Lord for the admission. To be part of the few who were admitted, I'm humbled. Thank you thank you thank you! Wooohoooo!

TGIF

thank god it's friday.. it's been a hectic week so to say and i'm glad that tomorrow's a saturday meaning i have the whole night all to myself and i don't have to worry about waking up early tomorrow.meaning i can play r.u. attack all night! not that i'd do that of course. too much waste of time.

on a bitter note, my friends are gonna be out of town next week. puerto galera :|

this is just great news, you know. it's just what i needed. another reminder of how pathetic i am, and how pathetic this summer is. i am spending my last summer as a high school student (well technically i'm not anymore, but i'm not yet in college so yeah, i still am) studying while my friends are out there, beating the heat and having the time of their lives in some picturesque beach just swimming, playing games, eating and just plain having fun. gah, i feel like crying. poor me.

well, on a lighter note, i stumbled upon this site a while ago at tumblr and man, i felt like buying nike dunks for myself. some of the designs were just bloody wicked. lol-ed at the pokemon designs. for a moment i wanted this pikachu dunks:

but then i realized that it's so, i dunno, laughable(?), to wear something that has pikachu on it. it's like going back to the fifth grade or 3rd.haha. well, if i were to pick one, with pokemons on it, well then i choose this:

hahaha. gotta catch em all.

too bad these designs doesn't really exist. :| but oh well, i'm still getting myself a pair of dunks \m/

sat again

okay, so i read here that most high school students take the sat at least twice. and that most improve their scores the second time around. why was i not aware of this when i was in my junior year? i feel cheated suddenly. ok, point taken, i have a lot of time to prepare for it but still! for me no amount of preparation can compare to the experience itself. i mean, if you'd experienced the test already, then it'd be easier for you to prepare cause you know what to expect already...gosh, i'm so frustrated right now. i feel like begging my dad to let register for that exam on june 5, (which coincidentally happens to be my birthday too) just for the 'experience'. i mean, if i take the exam sometime in the november or december and then botched it up, i'll be stuck here for good. but if i take it twice, on june then on december, then chances are i'll be totally prepared for the december test, even if i botch up that june exam. i mean i have to have close to perfect scores if i even want to be admitted to the school i want.

Applied	3,636
Admitted	123

those are the statistics for international students who applied at the school i want to be in. and the sat they're requiring is reasoning test plus two subject test; one in math (yes!) and science. in science i have a choice of either physics, chemistry or biology. well for me there isn't much of a choice. i hate biology and i'm not that into chemistry so it'll be physics for me. so i guess, i really have to prepare if i want to be like these lucky 123 admitted students. gosh, i suddenly felt like taking that sat review/preparation class seriously :|

excited much

i'm not really sure what spirit possessed me but by 6 six in the morning, i was up. around 10 mins after, i was done bathing, dressed up and prepared the notes that i'll be needing for the sat review class. i was doing all of this like clock-work and it felt like as if i was doing the most sensible thing in the world. after arranging my things, i went down to kitchen to see my dad reading his newspaper clad in his boxer shorts and sando. to say that we were both surprised at how each other looked is a bit of an understatement. i was expecting him to be ready for office. then he asked me 'why are you all dressed up this early in the morning?' he asked like as if it was the most stupid thing in the world to see me dressed up. i then asked him 'aren't you supposed to be ready for work?'. it was then that i saw my mom in her 'house clothes' frying eggs and my sister in her pyjamas. my dad then said 'it's sunday, if you haven't realized it yet' and then i was like 'seriously?'. he only stared some more at me like as if i lost my brain somewhere and then i bolted straight back to my room. up until now, i still can't decide whether i'll be embarrassed or surprised at my own stupidity. but seriously, i woke up today and felt that it was monday already.

so this little incident had me thinking if i was already prepared for the review class. okay, fine, granted that i find the notion of preparing for a 'preparation class' stupid but still, it didn't shake off the feeling of not wanting to look idiotic, so after lunch, i decided to read a few lessons here and there and solved some problems, read the a few pages from the dictionary(yes, i'm serious). i searched the net from some sample problems and i saw this and i was like 'is this really a reviewer?' cause it seemed pretty easy then i remembered it was just a sample and the problems were probably in the 'easy' category. i surfed some more then after 30 mins gave up and just read a book. practice for reading comprehension.lol

for the math part, if this is the coverage, then i'm not as screwed as i think i may be. i may have a hard time on reading and writing part cause i'm not that confident on my skills in those two areas. i like writing sure, but dissecting sentences and being meticulous about tenses, verbs used etc, makes writing a bit of a hassle. a bit pathetic i know, but i like things simple. the act of writing for me is just a flow that i follow and rarely do i stop to correct what i'm writing except for wrong spellings, which, if you're typing in some word software is a bit obvious.

how i wish 3/4 of the exam is math. XD

press z to make your dreams come true

the sat review/preparation classes are starting next week. a few days after graduation, i made a resolution that i'd spend the remaining time doing some advance reading so as not to make a complete fool out of myself in the event that i be the only one who doesn't have prior knowledge about the topics. i managed to read a bit, if you consider 3 pages a bit before i succumbed to the call of the distractions inside my room. so far, i've managed to introduce myself to warcraft, starcraft and robot unicorn attack. the latter proved to be the most disastrous of them all cause not only have i managed to memorize the lyrics to the gayest song that have ever penetrated my ears, but i've hooked myself to the game too. and yeah, like the song, it's gay too. how and when it became addicting to me, i can't seem to remember but now, the only keys in the keyboard that are important to me are the keys 'z' and 'x'. that plus the fact that i randomly burst into singing the chorus of the song (always, i wanna be with you and make believe with you and live in harmony harmony, oh love)...okay, so i did not just type/sing that. probably the only consolation i have is the fact that i'm not the only one who's LSS-ed at the song(my mom, dad and sister sing it too sometimes. i know i can hear them and if they even try to deny it, i have a recording).

this is the game btw, if you want to play it. decide for yourself then if it's addicting or not but i'm pretty sure you'll agree with me when i say it's pretty gay. click it to make your dreams come true. (or so the game says)

anyway, aside from playing robot unicorn attack almost the whole day, i didn't accomplish anything. i've even stopped practicing the violin for two hours everyday. but now that i remembered, i'll start practicing again later, i guess. as for what piece i'll be playing, i'll still have to consult my coach. i hope it's not that sarasate piece. i love listening to his work, but listening and playing are poles apart when it comes to the effort you have to give.

i still have about two days to make an advance reading if i really want to. or if i could even muster the will to do it. probably not as long as i have robot unicorn attack as my homepage.

oppresive acads and weather

vacation has finally started but sadly, i wouldn't be able to spend mine in leisure. i've been officially enrolled in that sat preparation/review course and for the whole two months of summer, i'd be studying my bum off. just when i thought i've finally break free from the oppressive chains of studying (even if it's temporary) when i graduated last march, but i guess not. though i can't really complain that much because i wanted this much more than my parents though. i mean, who am i to pass up an opportunity to study abroad? it'd probably suck big time if i get stuck here,so yeah, i guess giving up one summer of my life wouldn't hurt that bad.

probably something more oppressive than books and acads would be the weather right now. now i'm not really sure if it's just here in our country (being in a tropical zone or near the equator and the likes) but this summer's turning out to be one of the hottest summer i've ever been in. it's gotten so hot to the point that i've resolved myself to camping inside my room, with the ac on plus an electric fan, and just lounging around in my bed, playing rockband or anything on the xbox, surfing the net or just reading a book. my mom told me that it's unhealthy for me to stay cooped up all day inside my room not to mention expensive to have the ac on all day so i tried going out for a bit; playing badminton, or chess or even helping her with the garden but i find myself giving up after about an hour or less and rushing to the bathroom to rid myself of the smell of sweat and to cool down as well.
the only fun part in the next few days i guess would be the review, which of course would be held in some air-conditioned room i suppose, where after wards i could lounge in the lib or some fast food restaurant or some book store should i wish to find some recreation. anything to escape the heat.

i just got back from taking water from the fridge and i'm not surprised to report that during the interval from my room to the kitchen, i broke a sweat. like i said, oppressively hot. gosh, how i wish i was in hokkaido or hong kong or anywhere(!) where it's not 40 degress(!) or above. really, the weather's turning out to be stupidly brutal and i think it's melting my brain.

the so-called finer things in life

what is it with art, particularly paintings, that draws people to them, enough to pay millions for a single piece and spend time scrutinizing them? cause if i be asked, all this so-called love-affair with art is stupid and exaggerated. art, as far as learning institutions teach me, is something that is housed inside a ludricously large or heavily ornamented expensive looking building dubbed as a museum, has a name which is supposed to be profound, done by an artist whose personal background is(should be) more interesting than his work. it is something you gaze at for a long period of time while nodding and tilting your head at opportune times, while massaging your chin, emitting properly appreciative sounds. it is something to be venerated,something profound, something done by artists that showcases man's finer side, grandeur and all. i don't know, but all of these just sounds pompous to me. as far as i know, most painters back then like da vinci were just commissioned painters, sponsored and hired by merchants to paint family portraits, landscapes or whatever it is that fancies them. they painted for money, not because they sought painting as means of intellectual outlet. they were like mercenaries who fought not because they believed in any cause but because they were paid. so why now, centuries after these paid painters died, do we give presumptuous meanings behind these paintings? why dub them as profound? i just don't get the hype.

a while ago, i woke up early though it's a saturday to haul my ass for make-up classes, as my school dubs them. other class were bearable except for our humanities and arts class. our teacher rambled on for an a hour and half about paintings: da vinci's, caravaggio's, michelangelo's, and raphael's to name a few, their techniques and their lives. the only fact that i appreciated in class was the history part. i found funny the part where i was more interested in the painter's life than his painting itself.

the question as to why people who makes art must be eccentric

unruly, wild and unorthodox geniuses still puzzles me up to this day.