this was one helluva enlistment. so you see, i came to up so damn early just to wait for like 2 hours or so for the department of mmm to open. they were annoyingly unprepared that it took me 3 hours more to finally get my form 5a. and when i was happily thinking of how my 2nd sem would pan out in the preadvising area, i've yet to find out that fucking hellacious, i got agapito's mathfucking55. WHAT THE F IS UP WITH THAT? why do i have to get that julius caesar aka alert-math's-most-terror prof agapito? am i that unlucky? am i that bad and sinful?
i say to hell with math55. I AM SO GONNA CANCEL THAT EFFING SUBJ TOMORROW. \M/
so i was like super depressed, sitting in the darkest corner of triple m with monica, isak, zyd, and jowell at my side, when i've finally realized that FUCKING HELL my adviser put ES11 in my form5 as an alternative to ES1!
what the F is wrong with all the people in the world? i mean, here's agapito in my fucking dilapidated left hand, and another heavyweight subject like ESFUCKING11 is crushing my very much able right hand. seriously i wanted to cry so much. i felt like the whole world turned into a blackhole, and i was there at the center of everything, trying my effin' best to avoid being smothered/devoured by the darkness. i felt like i was a soap bubble/foam squeezing out of a very much nauseating, dirty sponge! it was like mental torture + physical torture + tummy torture + people torture + mmm torture + es torture + agapito torture that i really believed i was a tragic star in saw fucking 6!
anyway, it was good to know that my friends tried to console me so damn hell. it was as if they were the 'PATRICKS STARRS' of my saw6-turned-spongebob movie. shit it made me happy. :)
jowell and i, then, searched ES's enlistment area for like 1 1/2 hours. it was unfortunately located at NCHR (i still don't know what this means), which is located at the tube and pipes section of eng'g. when we were about to enlist for that subject that 3rd year students should take, we found out that HOLY GUACAMOLE ILLUMINATI it was FULL! FREAKING RED FULL! SERIOUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSLY. >______>
so we parted ways, and i was left with an unwanted form5a in my very much able right hand, and an unfilled form 5 in my dilapidated left hand. i thought to myself, so this is it? this is UP at its best.
About
- Finella
- hi. i'm finella. i like a lot of things and i think i like to feel. i also enjoy taking long walks, and watching dolphins&other sea creatures, and going to museums, and being with a few people, and eating mexican/indian food. the usual stuff—art, music, books, russia, trains, airports, philosophy, psychology, and literature— intrigue me. i'm an engineering student (MS soon to be PhD) and i don't feel like one. and i think that's okay as long as i stay true to myself. i am very idealistic, but at times, like right now, i don't feel like one because i am an enfp. my only dream is to have a constant happy disposition. that's very idealistic and i'm quite pessimistic so i don't know.