Aka. My idols. :D They are not celebrities, they have had immediate contact with me, and they are great at certain things~

First, in a league all on his own:

• my dad: as an academician and as a father. He'd know at least a little something about anything I ask him about, be it physics (those 2 guys who discovered background radiation--I don't even remember them anymore), math (the Shroeder-Bernstein Theorem--he's heard of it!), and especially History and Economics. He used to read to me before I go to bed and tried to find me a tutor (in vain) when he saw me crying over a math problem that aparently utilized shroeder-bernstein. He gets a blanket from the closet upstairs and covers me with it when he sees me curled up in bed a little cold and closes my windows in the middle of the night when a storm hits.

And the rest that are trailing behind him but remain on my list nonetheless.

1. Jojo Liao: as a tennis player. Until April he will be my Externals Sec. General but that's not why he's on this list. He has a deceivingly frail-looking bone structure but he can beat the best of them. At least in UP.
2. Junjie Guadayo: tennis player. While we're in the topic, here's another one. He's part of the UP Varsity and has an almost bottomless tank of stamina that'll last him until his muscles cramp out. Plus, he and his teammates teache the sport rather well too, from the improvement I've seen in the applicants. And he has a sense of humor. (Actually, a lot of the men's varsity do, naghahawaan siguro)
3. Lourdes Ann Marquez: as a writer. She's a classmate in one of my creative writing courses. The best classmate I have, based on my own judgement. She has this hold on the language that is extraordinary already relative to other students, but not just that, she can play with it well enough to suite whatever atmosphere she wishes her stories to be.
   
4. Paolo Soriano: as a writer. Again, a classmate, and again one of the best. (In my opinion follows second after Lourdes). But his is a different kind of style. More contemporary, I think. Still, he weaves his words artfully enough to make the reader feel the emotions in the trivial scenes that he chooses to portray.
   

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This list will be continued as I go along. XD

I just remembered something from last wednesday. ^__^ I attended the fair and I briefly saw the old president of my very very first org in UP looking at me. He's graduated already, but it's no surprise to see him in the fair. The awkward thing was, I'm pretty sure he remembers me as a young, quiet, and another adjective bordering on innocent orgmate who he was really nice to because I couldn't really speak our dialect very well. But that night I was loitering around with Friday. And I don't think he expected to see that. Ohohoho. Not that I was doing anything not innocent or not quiet, or in fact, not young...O_o But...hay. How do I explain this?

I got a baloon. XD And three packs of Loaded. Whee~

I remember I even had a crush once on a guy because he reminded me of that the former president of my very very first org in UP. Lol. And I remember he broke up with his long time girlfriend for a reason I never got around to knowing, and then brings a new girl who is a complete stranger to everyone in the org along during our meetings. O_o

When he saw me he probably remembered ate Leah. He wasn't with any girl last wednesday.

Ooh! And I also remember seeing this CW 100 classmate of mine. Lol. The guy Bianca worked with when she was applying to be a staff of the computer center. He's still the same (and by the same I mean weird). He was walking around near the control booth and he didn't recognize me. I think it's cause I ganed weight and was wearing a different pair of glasses. And had my hair down. But he did eventually, after staring at me for about half a minute. And after we said our hello's, he just lingered at most two meters away from where we were for a whole five minutes. I think he was waiting for me to strike another conversation. But the bands were good. Hehe. And I didn't really know what we should talk about. And doing that would mean introducing him to my company, which is a big hassle. It crossed my mind that he should be with that girl he wrote a story about, the girl from his staff that Bianca told us about. Lol.

I gotta read up for tomorrow.

Happy Valentines to the in love, the bitter, the happy, inspired, uninspired, loved, to the anticipating, the torpe, the unloved, the first mover, the last mover, the lonely, and to me.

Haha.

My dates await me~

I'm having lunch with Public Economics and dinner with Urban and Regional Economics. Friday and I had the most hot sauce-filled meal last night. O_o Comedic actually. ^_^

Hay. I was blog hopping just now when I stumbled into the blog of a certain orgmate that made me realize why my own blog has been called angsty an uncomfortable number of times. And the reason? My name is written all over everything that my newfound model blog is not.

1. it contains perfectly well written entries that are not heavily loaded with kilometric sentences. to elaborate, see second sentence of this entry.
   
2. it has the decency to present its readers with some variety, i.e. photos, song lyrics, subtly stylized text, changes in justification, change in font size, etcetera, etcetera.
   
3. it gets a lot of comments. (now this I have no control over, but I can look at it in the indirect sense. my entries would generate comments if they were interesting enough.

I think I need a more cheerful, stop-and-read-my-entries kind of layout. My current one is the exact opposite of something that grows on you. It's absolutely adorable and all, but it's not one for being used too long. It gets really blah after a while. And it reminds me of the United States. There are better things to be reminded of.

This is supposed to be a happy entry. I keep falling back to complaints and rants and what-I-hated-about-my-day things. Either that or glum and disappointingly bad cryptic writing. I must be reading too much of my friends' blogs (Gen's and Sig's respectively), and adapting their styles grotesquely. (take note: I did not mean that Sig's entries are disappointingly bad.)

See, I'm complaining about my habit of complaining. It's a viscious cycle!

Grawr~

Today was a good day despite missing a very important genmeet and getting burried alive in a 196 quiz. It was a regular Tuesday. And only after my last class was it happier than usual. It felt so productive to go to CHK and reserve the courts for tomorrow and Saturday's tennis sessions before dropping off the balls and the permit to one of my officers at the Eng'g courts. The little errand made me feel accomplished. Hehehe.

I had time to laze around at school after that. So Peanut and I had isaw and sat around in the car. Peanut was apparently oblivious to the delight hiding under the name tenga. Hehehe...Akala niya taba.

The rest of the afternoon and evening were equally carefree and pleasant. Such is the effect of having the next day free. The best part of Wednesdays off are the Tuesday afternoons that come before it. :D

Hmm..I'm feeling for another kada dinner. One of these days, when it feels carefree again, it would do us all good to get together and grab a bite. Tapos lamon ng desert sa Flaming Wings. XD

Some people who are supposed to proofread my work did not just proofread my work but completely changed the language! That is no longer my piece you will be reading guys! No longer!!

Furious would be an understatement to what I am experiencing at the moment. There are people who do not have the right to be editors (no, I'm not referring to the chief) if they do not know when to stop with the editing. If they cannot recognize the divide between grammar and writing style. If they obviously aren't well read enough (maybe because they only read textbooks their whole godforsaken lives) to know that there are certain ways of phrasing things that aren't necessarily wrong, even when they sound odd to some lacking editors.

Oooh. I expected more from this one. She's such a smart kid, that editor, smart in Accounting, and in Economics and probably in every other discipline she's attempted to venture into. And she's supposed to come from a school that prides itself in creating students that have a good handle of the English language.

Gawd. To think that piece was workshoped and re-workshoped and received well without having to go through this editor's editions.

You know, really, I would have been okay about changing one or two words, correcting wrong prepositions. But changing my sentece structure is too much! Sure I write somewhat kilometric sentences that are hard to follow, but I can say with much confidence after having written and been critiqued in that way for years that I can write them properly. If I choose to write my sentences long, does the editor have the right to shorten them and claim that such an act falls under the task of correcting grammar? Not so!

The length of my sentences are part of the pacing of my paragraphs; part and parcel of the building up of the aura and emotion of the scene. If they are long, then it must be with an intention, say, to suspend time in the narrative. It. is. my. style. With further experience I will learn other styles, but for now that is how I write and to alter that alters the identity of the piece, and of the author with it.

Tell me, is it correcting grammar to change the word "havoc", which I distinctly picked out from a basket of words that included what replaced it: "wreck"? Please, havoc and wreck may have similarities, and in context wreck may be the most appropriate word for it, but if I chose havoc then it was for a reason, and if you demand to know that reason, it is to develop character. My word choice for that narrative was such that it creates an image of the persona. If the persona chose havoc over wreck, then it hints at something about him, minutely but still! It was all part of my scheme!

My edited work is distasteful to me now. The lines stop and go like a toy car, and it does not suite the supposed mood of the piece in the least. I am sourly disappointed. I don't think I can even stomach finishing reading my edited narrative. I do not want to know what else has been made out of order.

If there is any consolation I can dig out from this ditch of a situation, it is that if anything, I will know what precautions to take when it is my turn to be given the editor's task. I will try my hardest not to make such intrusionary mistakes.