i'm a little teapot

[Error: unknown template qotd]The 19th century. Partly because I'd be one of the tallest women in the population. I mean, think about it -- Jose Rizal was my height; Marcelo H. del Pilar was shorter than me; Gregorio del Pilar, standing at 5'4", was a veritable giant at the time! How could I not love that time period? xD


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In other news, FIL 14 IS KILLING ME. I wish I could just drop the subject entirely, but that means taking it yet again if I ever want to graduate. I want to invent a time machine, just so I could jump two weeks into the future and avoid all the aggravation finishing that particular course would entail.

Of course, it really wouldn't be so bad if only the two papers I have to pass for Fil 14 weren't due the same week as the project for Hi 165 is.

Taking 9 units during summer term is NOT FUN. I AM NOT DOING THIS AGAIN. EVER. D:

I don't know why, but I hate hate hate interacting with someone who's willing to let others walk all over them since it means that I eventually would end up walking all over them and I wouldn't notice until much later because I'm probably one of the most insensitive and oblivious louts the world has ever seen.

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I'm sleepy and my head hurts. Reading up on theories as to why the Philippines' own brand of Folk Christianity came about is slowly but surely turning my mind to mush. I have a math exam tomorrow, damn it. I should be studying right now. But I hate studying. Which means that I should be thankful that I'm writing the English paper instead. And I am, really. (Thankful, I mean.) So I shouldn't whine on my LJ and get on with my life.

Which I shall do, starting...now.

Ta.

I still haven't finished my lab report. I fell asleep for around four hours, sitting in front of the monitor. =/

And all this technical jargon is giving me a headache. I am so going to kill the instructor if he gives me a low score for this...

When I got home earlier, I fell asleep feeling vaguely nauseous.

Then I woke up and felt as hot as hot could be.

Gyaaah. Go away, fever, go away!!!

As I write this, I'm also listening to the second movement of Beethoven's "Pastoral" Symphony. And now I can't help but wonder what imagery comes into their heads when people in those days were listening to the orchestra.

Gyah. I should stop wondering now, and just appreciate the music.

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I tried playing Moonlight Sonata earlier, and the first thing that came into mind while I was stretching my fingers to their limits was, Beethoven, you bastard!

While I have fairly large hands - for someone as small as I am, anyway; my hands are as large as my uncle's, who's more than half a foot taller than me - my fingers were stretched cruelly as I was playing the farking first movement. What would happen if I went on and played the next two movements, I wonder?

Or maybe the reason why my fingers can't reach the keys is because I haven't done finger-stretching piano scales since I was eight years old. O_o Argh...if only my piano teacher wasn't so superstitious - she didn't want dates printed on the underside of the currency numbers when we pay her, she doesn't want P500 bills because Ninoy was frowning, etc. - I'd be better at playing the piano now. Rarr.