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Here's my nth attempt at creating a decent blogging site. I've had so many old blogs, and they're all rotting in cyberspace with memories that I'd rather not return to, so I'm starting from scratch. AGAIN.

I'm Fam. I've been around Planet Earth for 16 years and counting, though people often think I'm a lot older than my actual age (for who knows why). I love the color red, dark chocolate, bananas and breezy, sunny days.

I love dancing, singing out of nowhere, taking pictures, going on long, leisurely walks, enjoying food, writing to my heart's content, drawing, painting and indulging in crazy-sensible conversations with crazy-sensible people.

My moods swing like a pendulum, and yes, I am one of those people who overreact, over-think, and overeat. There's no better way to get to know me than to actually listen... and if you can, speak up. Don't worry, I won't bite... except if your grammar and intentions are atrocious. ;)

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Lovefurypassionenergy - Boy Hits Car
I don't really have a reason for putting that video here, except for the fact that it resurfaced from my unconscious (Gen Psych FTW!) out of the blue last night.

Here I am at the Rizal Library Information Commons (a fancy term for the computer stations). I came here to finish my godforsaken En12 (an English course on research paper writing) argumentative research paper (ARP), which is nothing of my interest. The deadline's on Monday, and I still don't have much progress, in terms of research and citations. Oh my goodness.

Last night, I was reading my En12 classmate's Livejournal blog. One of the entries that caught my attention was the one pertaining to our professor in En12.

Yes, our En12 professor.

In my opinion, she's one of the biggest oddities I've ever encountered in the Ateneo. She's hard to decipher; we, being linear thinkers in this case, can't understand her due to her fickle-minded demeanor. She's random and not in a way that is acceptable for a college professor--is wearing daisy dukes to the library (where the university's dress code is strictly implemented) and listening to music on an MP3 player by any means professional? I don't know about you, but I really don't think so. She tells us things that we're better off not knowing, such as how she makes her nanny check our quiz papers and how she was PMS-ing when she was checking our drafts. Heck, I won't be surprised if she suddenly sang this in the middle of class, wearing the skimpy red outfit Lady GaGa was wearing in the music video:



Don't get me wrong, I love Lady GaGa. But I'll definitely crack up if our professor does a GaGa in class. It'll definitely go on the Overheard Facebook fan site.

So anyway, yeah, pretty much all her sections are pissed off at her. One of the students from her Lit14 class, however, is a total douche bag and tells her about everything we think. It doesn't help that he's the same douche bag who made our lives a living hell during our oral defenses a few weeks back. Sure, oral defenses are a pain in the ass by nature (indeed, very nerve-wracking), but that guy just made it a lot worse for all of us. I was a facilitator for the series of defenses for our class, and given that I had to maintain the peace between the defending party and the audience, I really felt the annoyance coming from my class and the cocky indifference from the audience, particularly the douche.

But enough about him...

AAAHHHH!!! All of a sudden, I don't want to bitch anymore.

posted on Friday, February 26, 2010 @ 10:55 PM