I was able to receive my Padyak.org bike this morning. And it was excruciating, I mean, not riding the bike, but me waking up from 2 hours of sleep feeling so horrible and smelly with no bath and, err, no hygiene.

It started with an exhausting Friday afternoon, no, the whole Friday, with straight classes and me skipping lunch. Plus the searing heat in the morning and the freaking cold downpour by dusk. What the hell is wrong with this weather: Al Gore, call me! And so since I was tired and all and rather depressed with Ipil adjustment issues [or generally, lifestyle adjustment issues], I decided to sleep right after my Stat 101 class in Melchor Hall's 5TH FLOOR! [wait, I mean, I slept at Ipil right from Eng'g. jeez, I need English GEs] I even remember telling Kenneth after our happy and jumpy Cluster Sampling lesson: Eng'g elevator is a BLESSING. But.. it's too small. And slow.

When I woke up, my High School classmates, fresh from their coconut-munching spree in UP Elbi, texted me and told me to accompany them for no reason at all, to eat in freaking Gateway, in Jumpo Jap, a Japanese restaurant with servings so horrible that you would think that they have a disillusionment that all Filipinos are on unreasonable effing diet! And so there. And we decided to spend the whole evening at Jollibee Philcoa. And so so so so. wtf.

Then I had to return to Ipil at 6 and slept until 8:45, when in fact the Bike Clinic was supposed to start at 8am. Anyhoo because of the rain, the event was understandably late. We were briefed about all the bike thingies, biked around and by 11am, I was so hungry I would have vomitted my intestines out for no reason at all except to tell everyone to feed me since I was left with 40 peses in my pocket. I feel so poor. And I had to text John Dale to lend me some money since I was near-death due to famine, bad weather and heavy bike pedals.

So we ate, and he was surprised that I actually eat the sili on my Bicol Express lunch. Lol. And afterwards I slept. And went home to the family apartment.

And oh yeah, the biking thing does feel like the along-the-countryside-with-wind-on-my-face stuff. Since it was drizzling and all and Diliman felt like some Brazilian humid rainforest, at freaking NOON.

I feel un-writer-ish today. Something is wrong with my creative juice. Slap me! I think I'm for numbers now, I lurrhve numbers. LOL. I'm still praying to God that I write a nice blog post someday. Stuffs like catharsis and all, and all the drama and the teary-jerky whatevers.

Something's wrong today. It's either the weather, or my grammar.

And bad if it rains. UP Mountaineers is FANN.

Here's a link to the riders [mala Lord of the Rings]:

http://padyakbikes.multiply.com/journal/item/17

This class is just too big. The whole SE auditorium was jampacked with people congested and all, which reminded me of our freshie orientation a year ago where I had to do UP cheers while avoiding my seatmate's elbow. On the first meeting I was lucky enough to be early, which was natural since I was giddy on the first day. And so my Kalai mates were nice enough to reserve a seat for me from which I could clearly see Prof. Monsod's face and her dandy hot pink skirt, which looked, err, nice.

Prof. Monsod is actually good. No, she's really great. But I am too distracted by the tens and tens of necks staring at me. Again, this class is TOO big, which she also cited, saying some of us should shift to 100.2 for heaven's sake, B..but, I just can't, my Econ 100.1 is one of the few living proofs that CRS actually likes me.

On the other hand, our 100.1 discussion is well, COLD. WTF. Why is SE so cold? That's why I was too busy rubbing myself for some warmth rather than computing for labor hours whatever. And hey, our teaching assistant was so nice. No, she was TOO nice that I actually felt she was being shy in front of us. Am I lucky or what.

Math 100

I kept on saying this lately: naninibago ako sa Math ko, kasi ang aliwalas ng mukha ng prof ko, parang tuwang-tuwa siya sa buhay niya, parang mahal na mahal siya ng Diyos. Last sem kasi, yung mukha ng prof ko, parang puno ng pagdurusa. Cariaga is my math 100 prof and I think she's, err, 'kewl' for the mere fact that she wore the UP Fair 2008 tshirt yesterday, which made me relate to our lesson simply because I was in the UP Fair for a full week. O diba, talk about intimate Math classes.

Eng 30

When our Eng 30 prof came in, I thought she looked like Janice Dickinson, that old supermodel with a stiff face. But hey, I think that among all my profs this sem, i LOVE her the most [this is contestable]. She's just so...un-terror. She even asked the class what kind of grade breakdown we want which is good AND bad. Good because 50% of our grades will come from attendance [wtf?!] AND bUHd because my Econ 100.1 is dikit and the Toki route is HORRIBLY long. But hey, I LOVE mam.

BA 99.1

I think I'm attracted to my 99.1 prof. I mean, she looks like a cross between a feminine Kim Atienza and a cute Persian cat, which is GOOD. She's so cute. I feel inspired. But the attraction is rather, like, 'wow-you're-a-CPA-Lawyer-wow' kind of attraction. I even took pictures of her on the first meeting while she was listening to our 'Why do I want BAA?' answers. 99.1 is just so cute and happy.

However, we realized that behind the cute face and the cuter Chinese visage [it's just the same!], Mam is one, err, fast teacher. We finished the first module [?] in A day. And it was supposed to be discussed for THREE days. She said instead of discussing we should just focus on speed computing, seatworks and all the accounting jizz because those things are more important. But still, 99.1 is just, HAPPY.

Table Tennis

Oh God, I actually hated table tennis in high school. I thought that ping pong is simply NOT for angry people, with a small table, a small ball and a small racket, the sport is bound to be just, not fun.

But I have no right to complain, CRS is simply unaccomodating for my Lawn Tennis dreams.

Env Sci 1

Leya: I thought Manuel Fortes is...younger.

I really think the global-warming-is-heating-the-oceans-and-bleaching-the-coral thing is true since the Marine Science Institute is TOO hot. Econ should lend them more aircons. Leya and I thought Env Sci would be FANN in a Geog-ish kind of way since there's a field trip, b..but, we were grouped separately according to courses. But that girl, Leya was with the Educ people, and she's, SPANISH.

And something interesting, our group name was DAFenders [since DAF means Department of Accounting and Finance]. I thought We LOVE Manny sounded better, if Leya was my groupmate, the idea would have been FANN. B..but. Ugh.

Statistics 101

This is one of the reasons why I can't wait for my Padyak Project bike, I'm supposed to go to my Stat class in Melchor Hall from MSI. And Prof. Fortes is, like, enjoying teaching a lot that I barely have time to breathe inside an Ikot jeep AND, go up to the fifth floor. On the first meeting I ran all the way from Econ to Melchor Hall 5th floor, only to find out that I was actually LATE. Shet. And when Kenneth, Ezzy and I were about to leave after dismissal, I realized that Eng'g has a freaking elevator.

Inside the elevator:

Me to Kenneth: Alam mo, kapag sumasakay tayo dito, feeling ko wala ako sa UP.

Outside the elevator:

Me to Kenneth, pointing at the sign 'Boost your Energy, use the stairs!' poster: Anong boost your energy! Baka lose your energy!

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Teka, wala akong maisip na good ending. Tangenang Lobo yan. Namatay na yata ang original scriptwriter nito kaya parang, ugh, parang tangena! Nakakairita! Tangena ka Lobo! Baka sa susunod nasa hate list ko na 'to, kasabay ni Marianne Rivera. Ulul talaga.