Well, I overread. And I was kinda expecting that. It’s called advanced reading, anyway. And, whoa! February is almost over! I mean, it’s just seemed too fast. See, this is why I can’t keep on being like this – slacking off too much.

And, yes, well, I have to catch up with the week. It’s doable. I know it is. But, right now, I am rather hungry and it doesn’t seem as if there is any decent food in here. Oh, well. I can’t complain so much as, at least, there is some food here.

Well, that was something – two days straight without an entry. This time, it wasn’t power outage. It’s because I just came from the hospital – OK, I had about four hours of sleep and some late lunch already.. It wasn’t me. It’s my niece. (It’s niece, right? You know, a female daughter of your sister?) And. what can I say? Living in the hospital sure ain’t easy. But I had to be there. It’s not like there is much of a choice.

And, as an aftermath, I am, once more, just like the first week, late for school. What can I do? It’s not like there is free wi-fi in that hospital. And, anyway, just like the first week, I’ll be able to get through all the requirements, albeit, late. I might have to do an really early Thursday, once more. But I am leaning on Wednesday afternoon. Well, whichever is possible will be.

Well, I’m a failure. I don’t allow myself to read print in artificial light and at this hour, it is already too dark to read outside. I can’t finish my reading and, therefore, I can’t finish my article. I wanted to finish it today so I can post it tomorrow! Not good.

I am currently reading up on Philippine history and I somehow find this paragraph rather odd,

On July 8, 1992, President Ramos created the Presidential Anti-Crime Commission (PACC) and appointed the Vice-President as its head. After a year of it operations, the PACC had encountered various crime syndicates, arresting over 150 of their suspected members and forcing 58 others to voluntarily surrender.

Philippine History, Maria Christine N. Halili (emphasis added throughout)

Dreams, they say, are a product of one’s subconscious. But where is the line between the conscious and subconscious? Is it possible that that line can be blurred for one to reach the other?

Before I woke up this afternoon, I was dreaming. I know I was. It was so vivid. But that’s not what makes it curious. What makes it curious is that, near the end of my slumber, the dream was not turning towards a happy ending and I could hear myself saying, “Wake up. You must wake up. The dream’s just going to get worse.”

Today’s turnout: three things I can upload to dA. Which means, it wasn’t such an unproductive day as I thought it’d be. And it’s nice to have a little brush with GIMP. It was a good learning experience. Besides, I haven’t done stuff like this in ages!

Well, this isn’t good. Apparently, the video editor here is incapable of importing audio files. Or am I not doing this right? Well, I’ll still try a bit more and look for I-don’t-know-what. Or, maybe, I will have to get some plug-ins.

This is why I hate watching things that have an end. Because when it’s too good you want to see what happens in the end. However, at the same time, you don’t want to because then it will mean that you’ve seen the end of something so good and you wanted more of it. The feeling is always rather bitter.

Twenty-five years ago Minister Juan Ponce Enrile and Deputy Chief of Staff, Lt. Gen. Fidel Ramos announced their withdrawal of support for the dictator President Ferdinand Marcos.

Just a trivia. What’s something today, for me, is that, after ages, I’ve been to YouTube. And, well, it made me want to create another sorta MV because my gallery looks so empty with only one video in there. Maybe, I will.

I’m, actually, trying to pick a song now.

Tomorrow, I’m finally coming home tomorrow
I just gotta get through today
But, hey, what’s one more day to wait?

That sounds like something.

It’s playing again… Paramore‘s We Are Broken.

I’ve wondered about this song since the first time I heard it. It just sounds too much like a prayer and it seems rather uncharacteristic of the band. I don’t know. Well, who am I to tell what they really are about?

‘Cuz we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence?
And, oh the promise we adored
Give us life again
‘Cuz we just wanna be whole

And, done with all my requirements. It’s just Monday. That’s a good thing. I have time for more stuff. Maybe, some advanced reading if I’ll feel like being a good kid. Or, wait, the homework. I’m not yet done with those. Which means, I could spend the rest of my week to them. I could. It’s a question whether I will actually do so.


Oh, right. Or, maybe, I should be spending my time trying to finish those articles…

There really is something wrong with this system. Every now and then, while it’s playing any form of media, it just feels like freezing! And it can’t recover. OK, maybe I’m too impatient to wait for it to recover but this is something really annoying and frustrating. It’s worse when it happens while I’m working on something.

If anyone has an idea how to stop this, tell me.

By the way, I’m on Lucid Lynx.

Finding tangent lines to arbitrary functions is the stuff of legends, I mean, Calculus.

From College Algebra by Carl Stitz and Jeff Zeager.

Yeah, Calculus. It’s really haunting, isn’t it?

This time, quadratic functions.

To find the x-intercepts, we set P(x) = 0 and solve βˆ’1.5x2 + 170x βˆ’ 150 = 0. The mere thought of trying to factor the left hand side of this equation could do serious psychological damage, so we resort to the quadratic formula.

From College Algebra by Carl Stitz and Jeff Zeager.

Wow. Well, it’s true. I wouldn’t even bother trying to factor βˆ’1.5x2 + 170x βˆ’ 150 = 0.

This book really has too many distractions. At least, for me. At least, as how I define a distraction. But it’s a good thing as it makes the book readable. And it’s a math book. And math books are not the easiest reads out there. It doesn’t seem like a little something you would grab for a session of relaxed reading. Or so, I think.

It makes no sense to produce a negative quantity of game systems.5

5 Actually, it makes no sense to produce a fractional part of a game system, either… This absurdity, however, seems quite forgivable in some textbooks but not to us.

Well, what’s the point in creating half a game system?

Which is exactly why its called an absurdity.