0131: Busted!
In NSTP yesterday we were taught many things about infectious diseases.
Signs of a bird with avian flu:
Crown is purple.
Weak in general.
Nasal and beak discharge.
etc.
Also, a confirmation of leptospirosis. (Which is the disease you get from exposure to rat urine, which can be fatal if not treated.)
Also, we debunked the idea that looking into the eyes of a person with sore eyes will be equal to getting sore eyes.
We learned about the Father of Handwashing and the ancestor of Alcogel, chlorinated lime solution!
But best of all, we learned how to wash our hands properly! :) There are six simple steps to washing one's hand properly.
These steps are important since we apparently miss a lot of areas using our normal ways of washing hands.
Very scary. Yet at least we have found out.
Also, we were given freebies :) Some of us won special purple hand sanitizer (Ahem, Joan Joanne.). Everyone got a free bar of antibacterial soap. :) And we all got this nifty pin :)
***
In IPC, my classmate that's a foot taller than me asked me about this. Apparently he thought he was the erm... closet-otherwise-Jiraiya-level pervert. How embarassing. And how did he find out about my, um, analysis? Someone told him about it, suspecting him being the pervert. Of course then he went here and erm... got worried. Oh snap.
Naaah. The pervert is shorter. >_< (Like that helps.)
And why must I contemplate this again?
Because this means that many people are reading my blog without my knowledge. >_< Noooo. I mean, Intarmed people.
Ah well, I'll name no names, just believe that I'll tell no lies. I'm not in the habit of lying through typing anyway, as shown by this.
***
It's been two weeks or so since I first got it, and now I don't know how I lived without it for so long. :)
I love white yellow pad!!! :) (aka Business Pad) Now I can use correction tape on yellow pad without being very very obvious :) :) As I loved yellow pad before (and wrote the infamous stories on it) now I will love and love and love my white yellow pad (and probably write more infamous stuff on it) :) :)
I should stock up on it now :) Sa Katipunan palang ako nakakita eh. :(
***
On Tuesday I almost fell during PE. We have an exercise program (which thankfully isn't extreme aka high-impact on hips) and part of it is somewhat like aerobics. We step on (and off) a small exercise step (or whatever you call it) and simultaneously do a lot of arm exercises. Simple, right? (If you're not me, who has below-average muscle strength, hand-eye coordination, bad reaction time, etc.)
It would be, if not for the disturbing (and relatively fast) music that accompanies our class. Normally it is "Ever After" (the typical prom song since it's fast? =P) by erm, I'm not sure (hot pink and green and some orange thrown in around the middle, swirling outwards). This is relatively fast and has been our music (along with something else also fast) for around three to four sessions. (So I have gotten used to the colors, not to mention their intensity.) Then one day it was that bonga ka 'day thing Rubidium sang. >_< Noooooo. (The greens and the blues and the odd black dots with light light purple interwoven in slightly.)
And this Tuesday it was super mega disturbing. Our music was basically all those pop songs that were popular when we were in grade school. And they were played very very loudly. Samples? Sex Bomb, Waiting for Tonight, Let's Get Loud... it's no wonder that I nearly fell off the step many times. >_< I know I got used to these songs (and the color waves they evoked) in grade school but I didn't have to exercise with them in the background (and constantly move to and from a relatively higher plane). Honestly, it was all those colors again, like I was 13 again, the browns and purples of Sex Bomb O.o with the dark purples and blues and slight tinge of green of Waiting for Tonight, and the oddly red and light light yellow and silvery-blue tinge of one of those Backstreet/Nsync songs I forgot the title of. >_< All I needed was I don't know, Ricky Martin's Living La Vida Loca or his She Bangs to complete the old music charts. =P
And now a lot of Intarmed people know about my sound -> color synesthesia. This isn't bad but now they have threatened to shout loudly whenever I climb stairs so that I'd slip and fall because of the sudden appearance of colors in my mind. Noooooo. I've had enough of this in Pisay and Grade School. Please no.
I need more medicine. I think the effect in general is weakening. Help.
At least I don't taste rotten apples when I smell pentel pens anymore. Although I do wish I still taste chocolate whenever I smell/read a certain book with special paper (somewhat like linen).
***
I placed a counter in my last entry.
I am disturbed by the numbers that have accumulated.
I think that considering the creepiness of the results, I will start believing again in the idea that ignorance is bliss.
Ah well, as long as someone reads whatever I spew out, I'm happy.
Of course, as long as people do not get confused or dismayed. Which is sadly often the case.
***
Okay, Math question. (Since we just had our departmental exam on Tuesday.)
For any real number, k, w, x, and y, the statement w varies jointly as x and y means w = kxy. True or false?
***
Speaking of which, I wonder if we'll ever have a departmental exam in Math that starts on time. Twice, there has been delays. (We start at past 6:00 -at least- when we should have started at 5:30 pm.) The first was because of possible brownouts, seating arrangements, etc. while the second was due to room problems. We were told to go to our normal room, then we were told to move to this other room. We wait a long time for our teacher to appear. Then we were made to go away by the Behavioral Science teacher since it was their room, after all. Then we go to our original room, which is locked. >_< Then we go to the next room which is small, cramped, and has no aircon. So there is a shortage of armchairs, so people have to get them also.
Of course our teacher lamented the uselessness of his prepared seat plan instead of soothing our ruffled/smashed emotions. Interestingly enough, he still hasn't gotten the memo that David is in New Zealand and isn't going to claim his slot in Intarmed anytime soon. (Even though David-san has not attended any Math class ever.) >_< Donk.
It's unfair. The other classes were allowed to use calculators. We were the only ones not allowed to use them. Stupid biased piyok man teacher. (What a description.) I know we may be erm, considered highly intelligent, but it's unfair to deny us something granted to all the other Math 17 classes in UP Manila! *is bitter*
***
Philo class:
Idea: Language is the transfer of knowledge from one entity to another.
Ivan: So kung ganon...
Lumabas ka.
Mainit sa labas.
Nadiscern mo na mainit sa labas.
So may secret language kayo ni Sun?
Donk. Oo nga naman. If that is the working definition of language.
***
Belated Happy Birthday Clar-san!!! :)
***
Hey, is everyone going to the Alumni Homecoming on September 2? I want to go! :) I hope I can go. O.o
Maybe I should start another contest (and give the prize out then, if the winner isn't out of the country - of course if you're from Intarmed, I can give it directly. If you're neither, I'll figure out a way. Haha.). LBC hates me. (Sorry Josef-san!!! I'll try again this weekend!) Would anyone join, though? Haha.
***
Obviously I am procrastinating from finishing homework for my very unit-heavy yet brain-numbing-in-more-ways-than-one subject.
I have a new theory about why Mr. Teacher's always late and sweaty, though.
***
If I ever say goodbye, let's hope I'm strong enough to not falter and run back and say 'Hello again.'
Signs of a bird with avian flu:
Crown is purple.
Weak in general.
Nasal and beak discharge.
etc.
Also, a confirmation of leptospirosis. (Which is the disease you get from exposure to rat urine, which can be fatal if not treated.)
Also, we debunked the idea that looking into the eyes of a person with sore eyes will be equal to getting sore eyes.
We learned about the Father of Handwashing and the ancestor of Alcogel, chlorinated lime solution!
But best of all, we learned how to wash our hands properly! :) There are six simple steps to washing one's hand properly.
These steps are important since we apparently miss a lot of areas using our normal ways of washing hands.
Very scary. Yet at least we have found out.
Also, we were given freebies :) Some of us won special purple hand sanitizer (Ahem, Joan Joanne.). Everyone got a free bar of antibacterial soap. :) And we all got this nifty pin :)
***
In IPC, my classmate that's a foot taller than me asked me about this. Apparently he thought he was the erm... closet-otherwise-Jiraiya-level pervert. How embarassing. And how did he find out about my, um, analysis? Someone told him about it, suspecting him being the pervert. Of course then he went here and erm... got worried. Oh snap.
Naaah. The pervert is shorter. >_< (Like that helps.)
And why must I contemplate this again?
Because this means that many people are reading my blog without my knowledge. >_< Noooo. I mean, Intarmed people.
Ah well, I'll name no names, just believe that I'll tell no lies. I'm not in the habit of lying through typing anyway, as shown by this.
***
It's been two weeks or so since I first got it, and now I don't know how I lived without it for so long. :)
I love white yellow pad!!! :) (aka Business Pad) Now I can use correction tape on yellow pad without being very very obvious :) :) As I loved yellow pad before (and wrote the infamous stories on it) now I will love and love and love my white yellow pad (and probably write more infamous stuff on it) :) :)
I should stock up on it now :) Sa Katipunan palang ako nakakita eh. :(
***
On Tuesday I almost fell during PE. We have an exercise program (which thankfully isn't extreme aka high-impact on hips) and part of it is somewhat like aerobics. We step on (and off) a small exercise step (or whatever you call it) and simultaneously do a lot of arm exercises. Simple, right? (If you're not me, who has below-average muscle strength, hand-eye coordination, bad reaction time, etc.)
It would be, if not for the disturbing (and relatively fast) music that accompanies our class. Normally it is "Ever After" (the typical prom song since it's fast? =P) by erm, I'm not sure (hot pink and green and some orange thrown in around the middle, swirling outwards). This is relatively fast and has been our music (along with something else also fast) for around three to four sessions. (So I have gotten used to the colors, not to mention their intensity.) Then one day it was that bonga ka 'day thing Rubidium sang. >_< Noooooo. (The greens and the blues and the odd black dots with light light purple interwoven in slightly.)
And this Tuesday it was super mega disturbing. Our music was basically all those pop songs that were popular when we were in grade school. And they were played very very loudly. Samples? Sex Bomb, Waiting for Tonight, Let's Get Loud... it's no wonder that I nearly fell off the step many times. >_< I know I got used to these songs (and the color waves they evoked) in grade school but I didn't have to exercise with them in the background (and constantly move to and from a relatively higher plane). Honestly, it was all those colors again, like I was 13 again, the browns and purples of Sex Bomb O.o with the dark purples and blues and slight tinge of green of Waiting for Tonight, and the oddly red and light light yellow and silvery-blue tinge of one of those Backstreet/Nsync songs I forgot the title of. >_< All I needed was I don't know, Ricky Martin's Living La Vida Loca or his She Bangs to complete the old music charts. =P
And now a lot of Intarmed people know about my sound -> color synesthesia. This isn't bad but now they have threatened to shout loudly whenever I climb stairs so that I'd slip and fall because of the sudden appearance of colors in my mind. Noooooo. I've had enough of this in Pisay and Grade School. Please no.
I need more medicine. I think the effect in general is weakening. Help.
At least I don't taste rotten apples when I smell pentel pens anymore. Although I do wish I still taste chocolate whenever I smell/read a certain book with special paper (somewhat like linen).
***
I placed a counter in my last entry.
I am disturbed by the numbers that have accumulated.
I think that considering the creepiness of the results, I will start believing again in the idea that ignorance is bliss.
Ah well, as long as someone reads whatever I spew out, I'm happy.
Of course, as long as people do not get confused or dismayed. Which is sadly often the case.
***
Okay, Math question. (Since we just had our departmental exam on Tuesday.)
For any real number, k, w, x, and y, the statement w varies jointly as x and y means w = kxy. True or false?
***
Speaking of which, I wonder if we'll ever have a departmental exam in Math that starts on time. Twice, there has been delays. (We start at past 6:00 -at least- when we should have started at 5:30 pm.) The first was because of possible brownouts, seating arrangements, etc. while the second was due to room problems. We were told to go to our normal room, then we were told to move to this other room. We wait a long time for our teacher to appear. Then we were made to go away by the Behavioral Science teacher since it was their room, after all. Then we go to our original room, which is locked. >_< Then we go to the next room which is small, cramped, and has no aircon. So there is a shortage of armchairs, so people have to get them also.
Of course our teacher lamented the uselessness of his prepared seat plan instead of soothing our ruffled/smashed emotions. Interestingly enough, he still hasn't gotten the memo that David is in New Zealand and isn't going to claim his slot in Intarmed anytime soon. (Even though David-san has not attended any Math class ever.) >_< Donk.
It's unfair. The other classes were allowed to use calculators. We were the only ones not allowed to use them. Stupid biased piyok man teacher. (What a description.) I know we may be erm, considered highly intelligent, but it's unfair to deny us something granted to all the other Math 17 classes in UP Manila! *is bitter*
***
Philo class:
Idea: Language is the transfer of knowledge from one entity to another.
Ivan: So kung ganon...
Lumabas ka.
Mainit sa labas.
Nadiscern mo na mainit sa labas.
So may secret language kayo ni Sun?
Donk. Oo nga naman. If that is the working definition of language.
***
Belated Happy Birthday Clar-san!!! :)
***
Hey, is everyone going to the Alumni Homecoming on September 2? I want to go! :) I hope I can go. O.o
Maybe I should start another contest (and give the prize out then, if the winner isn't out of the country - of course if you're from Intarmed, I can give it directly. If you're neither, I'll figure out a way. Haha.). LBC hates me. (Sorry Josef-san!!! I'll try again this weekend!) Would anyone join, though? Haha.
***
Obviously I am procrastinating from finishing homework for my very unit-heavy yet brain-numbing-in-more-ways-than-one subject.
I have a new theory about why Mr. Teacher's always late and sweaty, though.
***
If I ever say goodbye, let's hope I'm strong enough to not falter and run back and say 'Hello again.'