October 3, 2016
Hi. Hello. Sup.
Just updating this thing before it sinks deep into the nothingness quicksand. I have nothing to talk to you about but I’m going to force myself, anyway. Because that’s what I do.
Okay. Let’s just make this short and pray it makes sense. Which I’m sensing it probably won’t and would rush towards
Since I’ve mentioned about how quickly things are racing up, the semester is almost over! One week of it left. So to celebrate said occasion, I would like to make a toast on the things I have accomplished in so far as my senior year of college is concerned:
- I can’t think of anything.
So charming. So fulfilling.
Voice One: How impressive, Cyrene. That would surely help your future application forms. Fill them up with “Screw the system”. They’d definitely hire you.
Voice Two: At least they’d know she’s more than a mindless automaton.
Voice One: Yes. That proves her point. At least they’d also know she’s actually a
mindless automaton sent to destroy the enter enterprise.
Voice Two: Shut up.
Voice One: We’re voices in her head, we can’t shut up. You can’t shut down thoughts.
Voice Two: But you can move them in another direction. Say, I’m really hungry.
Voice One: Ooooohhhh. I wonder what mama is making for dinner.
Voice Two: I hope it’s edible.
Voice One: I hope you’re inaudible.
Voice Two: Shut up.
I hope both of them shut up because I’m really trying my best to dig through the things worth telling you about.
Oh, oh, oh. Righhht.
- Humanities class happened. It led me to a world of smiles, laughter, invisible tears, perspiration, bad music taste, too many art pieces to look at, not enough humanity, too much requirements, and a whole lot of fun.
- I read The Fountainhead. It doesn’t have a fountainhead nor a head. But it has Howard Roark and I think he’s more than enough to cover up for the weird title.
- Word Attack happened. After four years in college, this was the first “club” I joined. The idea is to attack people with words, but hopefully not to harm them. But psssshhhh. It’s 2016, we’ve evolved into a species with the special skill of being easily triggered and offended.
- I use Tagalog on a daily basis, it’s the language I’m most comfortable speaking. But I came to a realization that there is nothing more cringe-worthy (nothing at all) than reading an entire novel written purely with it as a medium. Oorrr I just really had a traumatic experience with translating it to English. Never again, Victor and Alma–I hereby declare your banishment to
- THESIS DEFENSE HAPPENED. Gladly enough, I didn’t speak in Newspeak. Oh yeah! *pumps fist in the air*
So, there you have it. Snippets from things I did this semester. I hope I live through the next one.
Peace out, peeps.