So, yesterday, I woke up at 7:00 in the morning, which is quite early since our group meeting for CWTS is still on 10 AM. If you're asking why I was not my usual self and woke up in advance, well, it's because I was going to pick out a smart casual wear for an orientation on, yes, that part-time job. ö
After a few minutes, I was able to pick out something decent to wear.
Hoorah! All ready!
Um... yeah. Peace. -_-V
But before going to Ortigas for the orientation, I needed to go to school first since we have a meeting. At about 11:30, I was all ready to go.
2:30 PM: I was already in Ortigas! Yay!
Ortigas is actually one of my favorite places. It's clean, plus you get that modern, New York-ish feel. Also, it's safe to walk around all by yourself. People actually dub Ortigas, "the place of smart people" Ü
Ortigas, a modern, clean, nice place :D
Ortigas at nighttime♥ Sweet. :D
I went to Robinsons Galleria to get a cab, then went straight to Octagon Bldg, the place where the orientation will be held.
I was at the bldg at about 2:45, I think, and the briefing started at 4:00, so, yeah... I killed a lot of time just sitting around, waiting, and doing nothing. Sucks. -_-
15th floor, Octagon buildingWell, the speakers talked about the company (Pharmatex, or Pharmanex...? Whatever), and how we will get benefits as workers, of how, by 2010, the demand for anti-aging products and the likes will increase by 500% and all. I was very convinced; the speakers were persuasive. By the end of the briefing I wanted to do the part-time job badly (Imagine, I earn 28K a month! Woah.), but before I could do so, I needed to buy this business kit worth P12,600.
P12,600! Wheretheef would I get that kind of money? Surely, dad wouldn't lend me; mom, well, I don't know, I don't think she has that kind of money (haha, mean :D), and my bank account only has a measly P4K -_- Come on.
I went outside the bldg to find an FX to go home, but it was raining hard. I had an umbrella, but still, I got real wet. My feet were real wet! Ugh!
So, I got home, tired, and BTW, mom arrived from her five-day vacation in Cagayan de Oro, her province. I'm sooo happy she's back. I missed her badly when she was away :]
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Today:
I'm always getting a grade of four. :(
I need to get a perfect five. I don't want a four. I want a five.
And I don't want high grades. I want perfect grades.
...
I'm being all grade-conscious again. Blame it on my desire to transfer to UP. SIIIGH.
Anyway...
Math time sucked. Not 'coz I hate our prof, but because I lost my drive when I saw my score at our test. I know 47 over 50 isn't bad, but I really can't afford to just get a high grade. Like I said, I want perfect grades. And hey, I'm not arrogant - this blog's actually the only place where I whine like a dog over the smallest things which don't need to be whined at. Score for test: 4.5
P.E., our leaders will give our prof individual grades for participation and attendance when we were still practicing our cheerdance (video will be within the week). My score: 4
CWTS was good, we did nothing. Haha. But Rai spent an hour doing our PPT presentation. What should be done for a week, she did in an hour. Very good. Ü
History. We got our test results for our preliminary exams, and I kind of, in a way, accept that I only got 35 over 40. For one thing, I crammed - I jammed everything into my head only on that day when we were going to take the preliminaries, hell, I'm too lazy to study at home (and yet I want to get high grades. Pfft.). But still... argh! I need to get a higher grade dammit. Score for test: 4
Why do I always get a four? Is this about my ex? (Muaha. How did that come up?) Sigh. I need to atleast get a 4.5 at my card so that I could transfer to UP and get into the dean's list.
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Decided to take pics while on the walkway, dismissal time. :] The walkway's a real nice place.
Jil talking with her lovee♥. Uiii. xD
I am such a nerd. I look like a nerd. I need to throw my glasses away.
I still need to make an outline for English ("If my life were a book"). Wooh. Under pressure! Gerard, my love, save me!
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