who in the world is (del) carmen, nicky? (get it? carmen sandiego..)
i went to the philo department for the last oral exam before the school year ended. the exam didnt go too well, i couldnt quite explain why kavannaugh thought freedom was both an 'open' and 'closed' concept. i related it to knowledge. the knowledge we have opens more options to us, and in turns allows us a greater breadth of freedom by which we are to make a decision. but at the same time, the knowledge we hold is a limiting factor, for the reason that we can never really know everything there is to know. thus, the knowledge we have (or lack thereof) closes or limits the freedom we actually have.
but no. stupidly. thats not the answer. and mysteriously, ateneo professors of philosophy are immune to any form of bull or rambling, which is such a waste of my incredible talent is this area.
but as i was about to leave to lock myself in restroom stall to cry my eyes out, mr. soh hands me a yellow note - stapled, with my name scrawled across the front. whats this i thought, and i clumsily opened it without really reading what it said. i asked him who it was from, but all he said was 'i dont know what thats about, kristl. i didnt read the note, but im guessing you have an admirer'. ok. hearing this from a philisophy masteral student who talks about the phenomenology of death was just too werid for me to take in at that moment. so i said bye and bolted.
so, upon meeting Welo, who was waiting for me outside the room, i talked to her bout the note. turns out, nicky's been asking around for my name...no, specifically, 'the name of the girl with an accent', according to Welo. so who is nicky del carmen?
haha this is just funny, in an ironic sense...passing a note to a classmate via the professor. and strangely enough, the professor actually does it!
another thing, im really nervous. tomorrow ill be heading to Ayala Land Corporation in makati at 9:15 for my internship interview, then at 1:00 its off to manila for my interview with Unilever. oh gawd oh gawd. Proctor and Gamble already hates me, what more Unilever? argh argh...im a wreck, but hopefully i can come up with a really great outfit to combat my nerves. call me shallow, but dont say it doesnt work for you as well!