First college week spelled S-T-R-E-S-S

There’s a sauna happening in our university for free. Only that the sauna thing doesn’t relax your nerves up but combines it with stress. Yes. First college week is spelled s-t-r-e-s-s, plus hot temperature equals to killing me up.

We met our professors for our subjects and I was freaking out when we met this strict gay teacher for our Social Responsibility and Good Governance subject.

I dropped the subject. Tia too. I didn’t care at all. I just did the right thing. He sees hell in all Assumptionistas that cross his way. He hates my high school. And my elder sister—that changed his life when my sister also dropped his subject during finals… along with her other classmates that caused the class to be almost dissolved because of lack of students.

My friends that who used to be under him said that he was a monster in class. He humiliated students which he doesn’t like at all.

HE EVEN SAYS CURSES IN CLASS. ALOUD.

I don’t know why he was still not kicked out of the university. He is lacking ethics. And yeah. I wanna kick his butt for hating Assumptionistas.

He also hates girls… that are pretty. And fair… and girls wearing flat shoes. He always wanted heels existing in our shoes.

Whatever.

What he wants: are guys. That are hot. Well some guys that he found hot are guys that aren’t really hot for me. They are just… popular. But they’re not hot. Geez.

Also, the stress thing is totally working on me because we were already briefed about what is gonna happen to us for the rest of the semester… like we’re gonna have LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FREAKIN LESSON REPORTS AND PAPERS and required projects like case studies of different topics under marketing management.

I felt so college. I mean were on earth are home works?!?!?!?!?!

They said home works are given but rarely. Since we are majoring, we have to do a lot of paper works and analyses. GRRRREEEAT.

Currently, I am having 18 units. All people would tell me was “Wow, you’re having a lot of free time, baby!”

Yeah how I wish, honey.

And about the hot college freshmen? Naddah. It’s like receiving “you have 0.00 balance in your account” when you asked for your load balance.

I hope this is gonna be one semester that I’ll enjoy. Hope so!

What to do before college’s first day:

1. 1. Pray. (I couldn’t survive without God.)
2. Watch She’s the Man starring Amanda Bynes and Channing Tatum. (Made me feel better about school since it refreshes my mind about how cool school would be… but still no. Of course American schools are FAR DIFFERENT from Philippine schools.)
3. EAT CHOCOLATES. (When classes start, maybe I couldn’t anymore have a bite of any chocolate bar because I’m too busy eating my college reports)
4. Go shopping. (Therapy for any student, genius or not.)
5. Spend hours in the bathroom when taking a bath. (Students practice the art of cramming. So when they wake up late, there’s no time to sing in the bathroom, just a quick cleaning of self.)
6. Make sure cell phone is packed with load for the next day.
7. Don’t sleep too much. (You’ll get more of this on boring subjects.)
8. Smile. (CAN’T WAIT!!)

Sometimes, I get the feeling I’m excited for school. Next time I know, I’m not very excited again. Is there something wrong with moi?

Well, a brand new semester for hunting hot freshmen in campus. Only that maybe we can’t find anyone… and that’s the sad part.

What if I was named Margaux?

If I had a twin, maybe she would be named “Margaux”, the name that should be named to me if only my second cousin named Margaux was born after me. My mom said her parents picked Margaux first so I was named this way.

“Mary” – means pure, immaculate. White.

“Louise” – means warrior, battle maiden, field leader, so on…

I preferred Margaux to be my name rather than those two. But I don’t know how I would be called. Maybe the “Loi” thing wouldn’t be born too. I like it aside from it’s just a one-name policy followed by my surname. I don’t really like two names sticking with each other. Also, it would be cool to have a letter X living in your name. It would seem cool.

Plus, my mom said…before me, she conceived twins. Only that they went out before 9 months so they didn’t make it. I was kind of sad. Of course, I could imagine the fun if they were here with us. I told Mom maybe if they lived maybe I wasn’t born anymore. She said if I wasn’t born, I was one of the twins that she bore. She said if I wasn’t born, she would lose a daughter that has a talent to impersonate almost anyone that she would like to imitate. Okay. Somehow I can be touched, but the impersonate thing is—well. TRUE. Hahaha

So how about the twins? We will always miss them. My mother never knew what their genders are. Their organs haven’t formed yet to determine their sex—which clearly explains how early they went out of my mom’s womb. We offer a mass for them every September 26.

Geez. Maybe if they were girls, one of them is named Margaux.

What happened to Friendster?

I remembered I never signed up in Friendster.com when I was in high school because I heard it was a site for stalking people. Yeah right. Like ANY networking site now is meant for STALKING.

Multiply was my first ever networking site and sort of abandoned it when I was in college and everyone was totally into Friendster. I hated that time. My engineering boy friends would all go “What?” when I tell them I don’t have any Friendster account because they are gonna add me up like a friend or whatever. But I told them I don’t have to be added because we’re already friends personally. They still insisted being online is different.

Still, no signing up happened. Until Tia, Beth and I decided to have a game that for the year 2007 (or 2006?!)anyone from the three of us who’s gonna have a boyfriend first will be treated by the other two spinsters to SBARRO. We were addicted to Sbarro then. We called it the Sbarro game. Since any kind of boyfriend will do (Online boyfriend or long distance bf or real bf), CAN YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVED I SIGNED UP IN FRIENDSTER?

So poof. My account was born. Everyone was then surprised when I invited friends because I was not civilized with picture taking to be posted as a primary picture (I heard some) in friendster.

I can’t believe because of Sbarro, I was in Friendster. But forget the boyfriend thing. Nothing happened. We were just all laughing at the guys. LOL.

Great thing about friendster is that it’s so Filipino. There are a lot of fellow Filipinos who use the site. I have also gained contact with my lost friends when we all scattered schools for college. But now I don’t know. It seemed boring though. No games (like Facebook) and applications are common. But the thing is that it’s easy to customize your site since there is a guide on how to put your background and customize everything… And so on.

Don’t know. I’m a bit attached to Facebook and multiply now. And any other networking sites that interests me like Twitter. I’m still trying to revive my mySpace account though it had been dead for years already. Tee-hee.

See you on Facebook, Vox, Twitter, Blogger, MySpace, Deviantart, Hubpages, etc!

loisG

Why not to wear skinny jeans: nerve damage

Many of us like the way skinny jeans look, but there’s no debate about their comfort level. Looser fitting denim styles, trousers, or leggings are preferable, and if you were looking for an excuse to stash your tight jeans, here’s a health reason: Doctors say increasing numbers of women are coming to them with meralgia paresthetica.

Do you ever feel a numb, pins-and-needles tingling feeling along your thigh? Do you get a weird burning or itching sensation down your upper leg? This condition is caused by constant pressure cutting off the lateral femoral cutaneous nerve.

According to this MSNBC story, one skinny jean wearer, Parmeeta Ghoman, went to her doctor because it felt like she was “floating.” and she couldn’t feel her legs. “It felt really strange — it felt like my leg had gone to sleep,” says Ghoman. Another woman from this CBS report said her jean pain was so bad that her doctor now has her taking anti-seizure medicine to control her symptoms.

While sufferers of this condition are typically construction workers, police officers who wear heavy belts, pregnant women, or obese people, experts say increasing levels of young, healthy women have experienced the symptoms because of their skinny jeans.

Luckily, the damage is usually not permanent. Chiropractic physician Dr. William Madosky told MSNBC, “The key is, you remove the pressure, and the nerve regenerates.” Also, he adds that you should avoid wearing these jeans with high heels, since it can make the situation worse by forcing you to tilt your pelvis forward and adding more pressure on the nerve.

And of course, if you’re experiencing this kind of pain, you should consult your own doctor right away and stop wearing those tight trousers!

Have you ever experienced any of these tingly thigh feelings from wearing your tight jeans? Would you stop wearing them if they caused discomfort, or do you stick to wearing what looks good (skinny jeans, stilettos, etc) no matter what the pain?

FROM:  http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/beauty/why-not-to-wear-skinny-jeans-nerve-damage-465715/

1st semester schedule a.k.a. what about hangouts?!?!

GRRRREAT. Take a look at my 1^st semester schedule.

Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays:

1:00-2:00      Consumer Behavior

2:00-3:00      Product Management

3:00-4:00      Distribution Management

4:00-5:00      Social Responsibility and Good Governance

Tuesdays, Thursdays:

10:00-11:30   Basic Microeconomics

2:30-4:00      Marketing Management

4:00-5:30      Financial Accounting and Reporting I

I hate afternoon classes! They are license for boring sleepy moments. Look at my MWF schedule. It seemed sucky! I’m a straight 1-5pm student, each subject bearing a topic report for students!! UUURGGGHHHH!!!

I hate topic reports.

I mean, I can be good at it because at least I can talk good English, but I hate it when I have mental blackouts. Teachers could assign us papers because at least when I have mental blackouts, I’m the only one who can witness my stupid blackouts. But in reporting?! Everyone who is breathing in the room and who isn’t sleeping can witness my idiocy. GRRReat.

And a vacant time of 11:30-2:30?!?!?! Yes. This will do a hangout. But this is better when I don’t have a class ending at 5:30 or 5pm!!!!

Okay. I could also jump and smile and enjoy because I don’t have morning classes. Grrrrr. But I’d rather have morning classes where I’m still fresh as a flower rather than afternoon classes where I could bury my head in a pillow and snore.

Tia and I got the same schedule, and share the same agony. We are going in 3 different sections, and 1 section we enrolled in is the section we never enrolled before… Oh well. Let’s see what we can get for June till October. If we could only enroll in a different section… but we’ve got no choice. Talk about conflict?

Grrreat. Word of the day is… GRRReat.

loisG

Do you know when you will die?

Obviously, all of us don’t know when we will all die. Who knows, tonight? Or the next 5 minutes? Or in 3 hours? Or the next day? Or the moment you will step out of your house?

Death is scary. I admit this. For now, I admit I’m a little scared though I already have something in mind about what will happen when I die. And for everyone else who is an atheist in their own little way—THEY MUST BE SCARED. Except for those who really are brave enough to face death.

I am raised in a family where my mom is the very religious specie that breathed in our home. When I was a kid I hated her being so religious. I even asked myself why she married when she could perfectly be a nun. Only of course I didn’t ask her that. But now I am thankful of what she’s done that brought us closer to God. He sent us a very intelligent teacher that teaches us things that school didn’t teach us at all; this happens every Sunday afternoon.

In this (bible) study, I swear I learned a lot of things.

I became aware of what to do while living because I know anytime, the Lord will take my life. HE HAS THE SOLE RIGHT TO TAKE MY LIFE. I don’t have that right as well as any other human, or else one has committed murder.

According to theological studies (Under the Catholic Church), wherever a human is during his death, (May be on a hospital, in his own room, in his office, on the road, etc) the Lord will immediately appear in front of him as a judge with Archangel Uriel beside him to weigh the human’s deeds when he was still alive. This is called as the Particular Judgment. It is said “Before the man’s family closes his eyes, the Supreme God has already done his judgment upon the person.” That is how fast Particular judgment happens.

So in this judgment, where God is the Judge, what are the decisions?

Since Jesus Christ hasn’t come down to the world yet (But in a LITTLE time, he would already come) Purgatory is open. So either we’ll go in the purgatory (where flames of purifying fire is the same degree as hell—only that hell is for eternity while purgatory is temporary), in heaven or in hell.

So where do you want to go when you die?

In Heaven, most people would say. But one has to work hard for heaven’s sake. Going to mass isn’t enough though. There are certain sacrifices we should do to gain it.

I know this is so hard for one to realize. I even had a hard time sacrificing TIME. Especially in this world where everyone now is under modernism and doesn’t anymore care about the faith. Satan is attacking teenagers now AND WE JUST DON’T KNOW IT.

In the particular judgment, God will judge 3 T’s : our Time, talent, and treasure. What did we do with our time? Did we spend it wisely? Did we go to mass at least once a week? Did we go to the adoration chapel where the sacred species are exposed?.. Or did we just party???? We will be ashamed of what we did when we will already face God when we die. We didn’t even do anything for him…which could be a major passport to hell. What did we do with our talent? Did we use it for the glory of God? How about our treasure? We even pretended we didn’t see anyone when the beggars are out on the sidewalks because they ARE DISGUSTING. No, we are not excused when we don’t give to beggars because even the poor aren’t. God knows when they give their last penny…they will always have something back because God will provide them. And those beggars on the streets are always God in disguise. God will show us everything we have done and we have failed to do later on when we will face him in our death.

So… Are we… prepared to die? And face God? We don’t know when He’ll take our life so now, we have to repent through confession and renew our lives.

For now I am even struggling still. It’s difficult, really, especially in this world where modernism eats teenagers alive and we just didn’t know we are already falling in the trap of Satan.

I have to work hard for my salvation and where I should fall later in my death. And so must you. =)

loisG