I have stocked up for the weekend. I went to the grocery to buy chuckloads of ice coffees in case I feel the need to sleep (Nap is what I'm planning to do this weekend), chips for when I get bored and weary while I'm studying, and a pack of yakult for calming down my nerves (IT REALLY WORKS FYI!).
I plan to have a 6-hour nap tonight and tomorrow night combined, so that I can have a good night's sleep on Sunday. I will be reading shitload of topics ranging from Combined Loadings to Ordinary Differential Equations. And I am feeling like an unprepared missile on the verge of being launched. This has got to be the HELLEST week this year, and I just want to just fuck it all up. But don't get me wrong. I am not discouraged (I failed the 2nd long exam in ES 13) nor apprehensive; I am veering away to that anxious and inadequate Finella. I am I am I am. I am going to vigorously fight for what I believe in (I will contest my credible answers to Dr. Mata and Sir Tan Tian. 7 more % and I'm one of the 2nd exam passers! Hurraay!) and prove to myself that I'm worthy of my ES11 grade. After all COE shaped me to become a fighter. I am not afraid because in this college no one is.
Once there came a storm in the form of a girl,
it blew to pieces my snug little world.
Sometimes I swear I can still hear her howl
down through the wreckage and the ruins.
Now the storm has passed over me,
I’m left to drift on a dead calm sea
and watch her forever through
the cracks in the beams,
nailed across the doorways of the
bedrooms of my dreams.
Nick Cave
At noon, we had lunch at Gayuma ni Maria. I liked Rock Me Baby! because the ribs were nicely done, and Broken Promises because it has lots of walnuts. I love walnuts! If I were to choose my top 3 favorite peanuts, it'd be like,
1. Pistachio
2. Walnut
3. Cashew
Then I attended my lecture class in Chem. Torio and the guys went to Eng'g and I tagged along. We talked about woman's breasts and BOOBS and breasts and more breasts. I really enjoy talking to guys about their sexual fantasies (I'm so sorry this blog has been turning to an Rated R blog). They clued me in on their crushes in class, and I was surprisingly shocked that they classify them into:
1. Sexual Fantasy (The girl who really makes them get a boner. Unattainable and pleasurable to look at.)
2. Ultimate Crush (The girl who they want to talk with and know more about. The potential girlfriend.)
And that is precisely why I like to talk with guys more- they have... sexually explicit minds. I mean, I have girl friends who think that sex and porn are bad things, which is just ridiculous. You see, I don't care if a person wants to engage in premarital sex or not, but judging him/her because he/she had sex is just not right. I don't get it why some people think I'm conservative and close-minded. wHuuUuUTTtT th3eE fAaKkk? I am not to be bothered with sexual intercourse's concept of right and wrong. I only care about the sexist attitude of porns objectifying women and the mere reality that the current society demoralizes the value of women and subsequently degrades them as men's properties. I don't care about anyone's sexual experiences, and I think that porns are the manifestations of patriarchy. KBYE.
P.S. One of our little love birds died yesterday. I am deeply saddened because she froze to death (No more Angelina or Coco). I don't want to die of coldness, I'd rather be burned.
The coldness and grandness of the North are not suitable for the equally cold and grand heart of mine.
