Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

I woke up today at 8, half an hour after everybody was supposed to be at school for the MUET test. I gave myself a sprain speedwalking to the class and then compounded it when I hobbled all over the place looking for my seat. And then I found out the test lasted two hours and only took me twenty minutes. Even though I hadn't eaten, drunk, or gone to the toilet. At all. And I still think I'll get a pretty high score. I will never again leave my handphone on silent mode if I need to wake up early. Never.

In explanation of the title, 'feeding' in DotA terms means dying unnecessarily and accidentally giving the enemy extra cash and levels. It's highly unrecommended if you want to preserve your reputation among the regular cyber-cafe-goers, and even more so if you're playing online--where a mistake can get you ranted about in several countries, simultaneously. It's the kind of infame you want to avoid. Yes, infame. Like, fame makes people famous therefore infame makes you... guess. C'mon. Three tries. That's right, infamous. Clever of you. But more of these mad words later. There's an uncle in my church who's in the ICU at the moment under heavy medication and sedation. Apparently (as far as I know) he has varicose veins, and somehow a blood clot formed and went with the (blood) flow until it reached his lung, where it became fruitful and multiplied until it blocked the pulmonary vein. This condition is known as pulmonary embolism, but as far as the chu

My MUET exam is next week, so I will be posting just after the exam, I think, and you can then look and try to guess what I'll predict my scores to come out. In any case I'll have to watch out for the long words everybody says I love so much: although, come to think of it, I don't really use long words anyway. Except on rare occasions when I think the long words are the only things that really bring out the meaning I want. Tonight is the Coconut's graduation ceremony from a month-long Bible course she's been attending up at Cameroons', and I do plan to attend. It'll be interesting to see if a month without any access to the outside world has left any marks on her--although I suspect her handphone bill will rocket up for awhile. SMSes do accumulate over the weeks. Speaking of handphones--Sue Me lost hers this morning on the LRT. Apparently she dozed off for a bit--and I don't blame her, the LRT piped "music" doesn't deserve the name--and whi

Belatedly, this blog wishes any visitors it might chance to have a happy Easter. The fact that this greeting is belated is due to the blogger's own inability to blog on Sundays and so this is a very subtle hint that I want a laptop. My church put on a couple of programs--one on Good Friday and one on Easter--and I was involved with both since the youth in my church decided to put on a play and I got dragged into it by my sister. Actually, I wasn't involved in it at all in the beginning, since I was originally a very minor bit part who could just as easily have been scrapped. In fact I was planning to scrap myself, since I have a bit of a phobia about drawing attention to myself in a crowd. And then I went and opened my big mouth. Since my previous youth, back in Patience, also did this play, I "knew" how it "should" be done and started offering my unwanted two cents. Actually it was a lot more than two cents. More like a couple hundred million. In any case,

I seem to be able to tick people off with the simplest of questions. It must be my thick skin, because as far as I can tell most other people ask the exact same questions all the time and get pretty good responses. Perhaps I ought to try and mimic their facial expressions the next time I speak: if nothing else, at least it'd get the other party to wonder what the heck got into my head this time. Right now I'm worried that Cheeky may be a tad upset at me, because he gave me the finger--several times--just now in English class when I asked him how he scored on the last test. So sue me for being competitive even when there's no competition. Anyway, he also gave me a very sour look, and even with my limited emotional recognition system, I know sour looks don't mean [i]I love you[/i]. I don't think they mean [i]Thanks for caring[/i] either. Maybe English is just his sore spot and I shouldn't have prodded, but then there has to be something to make conversation with a

I've been having my mid-course exams all this week, including today. I just mentioned that so you'll know that's why I'm posting on a Saturday. And if you haven't noticed that almost none of my blog posts are made on a Saturday then shame on you. In any case, I think I've finally convinced my roommate that I'm hopelessly un-self-controlled or simply incredibly lazy, since he sees me study very little. In fact I think I ought to be commended for even studying as much as I have, which is about five hours more per day than usual, "usual" being zero. I've begun a schedule, which seems to be working quite nicely so far: finish exams and computer time (three hours daily) around three, go back to room and nap until five, study until seven-thirty, have dinner and bathe, study some more until about ten-thirty, and then "persuade" roommate to go play DotA. I discovered DotA only on Tuesday, and already I'm building up a bit of knowledge on