I’ve been actually waiting to have the two first pictures before I blog again. These are pictures with my bound plant design and thesis manuscripts, my keys to graduation.:”> Now that they are already in their bound forms and can no longer do me harm, expect more entries from me. Yey! Or maybe not. You’re probably sick of me posting pictures if myself but I can’t help it, this is what happens when I haven’t blogged in a while.:< The third one is an edited picture of me during my thesis defense. I’ve been planning on dyeing my hair red for graduation and for my creative shot, since I want to cosplay in it. Unfortunately, I still have no solid plans for my photoshoot and everyone is planning to have it next week. *gasp* What about my dreams? The last one is a fat me in our Induction party, my last party in EngSoc as a resident member. To make a long story short, I’m kind of sorry that I didn’t even get to know everyone properly before I graduate. I blame this on the construction of the canteen (which isn’t even finished until now!) since we didn’t have a tambayan for a whole semester. Thinking about all the possible bonding makes me angry and lonely at the same time. I wish I got drunk at our party.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I haven’t been feeling well initially, that shock doesn’t even need to settle in for me to accept my fate. Maybe it has something to do with the worry that intestinal monsters keep purring around my insides, roaring adamantly for several days already, that I just don’t care anymore about my grades: what’s important is that I stay alive from this ordeal. I know misfortunes come in bundles, and being at the verge of puking every other hour leaves me stoic—exhibiting a poker face (as my Ninong would say) and tendencies to cry more on today’s 100 Days to Heaven episode than on failing this stupid subject.
So… what do I do now?
Adios, cum laude standing, that’s for sure. It’s inevitable we have to part.
Adios, BPI-DOST Award nomination, they can’t accept me now. At least I don’t have to finish my manuscript before November 30. Maybe I can skip thesis tomorrow since my stomach is still infested with whatever noisy creatures I can’t imagine?
Adios, self-confidence. Oh wait, I lost you a long time ago, didn’t I?
At least it seems as if my scholarships won’t be gone (I hope).
This is me trying to cheer myself up (in a way), and it’s such a shame that whenever I return to blogging I keep on posting about misfortunes. Fuck I really don’t want to repeat this blasted subject. And I swear there’s this fucking Gyarados in my stomach.
EDIT: I wish I focused more on my other subjects. This is way irreparable.
It’s amazing how I don’t look like myself in most of my pictures, because provided that even if I do edit out the usual pimples, my facial structures shouldn’t change, right?O_O
Anyway, I’M DYING. Plant Design asdadhsjdhlsad;; Our deadline is on Wednesday. It’s already Sunday evening, and I have 3 exams this week. The pieces of equipment I should have designed by now are as follows:
7 Continuous Stirred Tank Reactors
2 Disc Stack Continuous (Nozzle) Centrifuges
1 Nozzle-type Spray Drier
2 Continuous Rotary Driers
Whatever number of Storage Tanks
I slashed here what I have already finished:
7 Continuous Stirred Tanks Reactors2 Disc Stack Continuous (Nozzle) Centrifuges
1 Nozzle-type Spray Drier
2 Continuous Rotary Driers
Whatever number of Storage Tanks
SOOOOOOO. Productive. Yep, that’s me. Call me Miss Productive from now on. And since I can’t move on with the other equipment, I shall call it a day tonight and restart calculating tomorrow after taking my exam in FPPS and praying fervently for a miracle that I suddenly get brighter, or the stupid literacy world would suddenly allow me full access to all journals and ebooks I need. I couldn’t really rest tonight though, I already did a lot of that (which is exactly why I’m in this predicament) so I’ll study for my FPPS183 (Engineering Economics) and ChE170 (Instrumentation) exams. Mark my words: I will not sleep tonight until I understand all concepts I need to understand. (Especially in Instrumentation where I fall into mysterious trances during class.)
Oh, I also had my hair relaxed after this picture was taken. My scalp kind of hurts and I’m in fear that my hair loss would worsen. /shot
