techie-girl, i am not.
when i got my phone, i didn't even bother reading the manual because i knew i was only going to use it for calls and text messages and as an alarm clock. i don't like computers, typing, and reading documents online. i only got myself an email address when i moved here, and that's only because i seemed to be the only person on earth who was valiantly holding on to the disappearing artform that is snail mail (incidentally, if you haven't received any from me, it's because i do not have your address, have not found the perfect card or postcard for you yet, or do not think you're the type to appreciate getting mail that you could actually hold in your hands.). i don't even like Googling for things (as with boys, i prefer information to come looking for me rather than the other way around).
i also went to a university which, albeit rich with brilliant minds, was sadly poor and lacking in funds and everything else. my college didn't even have a building of its own, we were squatters in a room which belonged to the college of dentistry.
so, no, it's really not surprising that i don't know how to make a powerpoint presentation. the few times we were made to do any sort of reporting, we made use of acetates, ourselves, various parts of the human anatomy (and cats, sharks, frogs, etc.), and the staples of any filipino student: cartolinas and illustration boards, as props. we did make a powerpoint presentation as part of our thesis, but i was too busy sleeping, spacing out, and chatting with anna to remember just how ganda did it.
but dorothy is not in kansas anymore.
so last monday saw me teaching myself the wonders of powerpoint and hastily coming up with a presentation due the next day. and i did it all - research of journals, slide-making and all- in three hours.
nobody does photofinish assignments like i do. nobody.
...
scary movies might not affect me that much, but speaking in front of an audience makes my blood run cold.
i spent twenty minutes shaking, stuttering, wishing the floor would swallow me whole, and mispronouncing "spasticity". spasticity. the word should be part of my vocabulary as much as "cherry garcia".
my teacher and classmates were kind, though. during feedback time, they told me i was very informative, engaging, and i have a pleasant and tranquil manner of speaking.
i still don't know what made my classmates say all those complimentary things (how can you sound tranquil when you're shaking with fear?), but i think i know why my professor did. five minutes before i was to give my report, she saw me hyperventilating in the washroom.
now let's see if being caught heaving and almost keeling over could earn an A.
sometimes, i could be such a loser.
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i don't usually eat doughnuts. unless i get one of my weird cravings, then i eat one. or when i'm craving AND suicidal, then i hie over to where they sell krispy kremes and stuff myself with four of those lard rings masquerading as doughnuts.
but today i saw this pile of gorgeous cinnamon-sugar doughnuts, and promptly forgot that i started the day craving for curry and that i had this really gummy boston creme the other day.
with a cup of caramel biscotti coffee to wash down each glorious bite, i tucked into a huge, pillowy, sugary treat so unlike those airy, styrofoam ones (which are still better than the cake-y, mr. donut-y ones, yes, but only by THIS much) chain stores churn out. this one had a bite to it, fluffy but meaty. the old italian grandmother who made it from scratch did herself proud.
it was like buying a little piece of heaven for a dollar twenty-five.
only thing, all that caffeine and sugar and fat left me feeling sluggish and dizzy the whole day. and i think they slaughtered more than a few of my brain cells, too, because it seems like my IQ dropped by ten thousand points today.
no wonder real policemen don't seem as impressively sharp as their TV counterparts.
tomorrow, i'm getting the one dipped in chocolate.
i also went to a university which, albeit rich with brilliant minds, was sadly poor and lacking in funds and everything else. my college didn't even have a building of its own, we were squatters in a room which belonged to the college of dentistry.
so, no, it's really not surprising that i don't know how to make a powerpoint presentation. the few times we were made to do any sort of reporting, we made use of acetates, ourselves, various parts of the human anatomy (and cats, sharks, frogs, etc.), and the staples of any filipino student: cartolinas and illustration boards, as props. we did make a powerpoint presentation as part of our thesis, but i was too busy sleeping, spacing out, and chatting with anna to remember just how ganda did it.
but dorothy is not in kansas anymore.
so last monday saw me teaching myself the wonders of powerpoint and hastily coming up with a presentation due the next day. and i did it all - research of journals, slide-making and all- in three hours.
nobody does photofinish assignments like i do. nobody.
...
scary movies might not affect me that much, but speaking in front of an audience makes my blood run cold.
i spent twenty minutes shaking, stuttering, wishing the floor would swallow me whole, and mispronouncing "spasticity". spasticity. the word should be part of my vocabulary as much as "cherry garcia".
my teacher and classmates were kind, though. during feedback time, they told me i was very informative, engaging, and i have a pleasant and tranquil manner of speaking.
i still don't know what made my classmates say all those complimentary things (how can you sound tranquil when you're shaking with fear?), but i think i know why my professor did. five minutes before i was to give my report, she saw me hyperventilating in the washroom.
now let's see if being caught heaving and almost keeling over could earn an A.
sometimes, i could be such a loser.
...
i don't usually eat doughnuts. unless i get one of my weird cravings, then i eat one. or when i'm craving AND suicidal, then i hie over to where they sell krispy kremes and stuff myself with four of those lard rings masquerading as doughnuts.
but today i saw this pile of gorgeous cinnamon-sugar doughnuts, and promptly forgot that i started the day craving for curry and that i had this really gummy boston creme the other day.
with a cup of caramel biscotti coffee to wash down each glorious bite, i tucked into a huge, pillowy, sugary treat so unlike those airy, styrofoam ones (which are still better than the cake-y, mr. donut-y ones, yes, but only by THIS much) chain stores churn out. this one had a bite to it, fluffy but meaty. the old italian grandmother who made it from scratch did herself proud.
it was like buying a little piece of heaven for a dollar twenty-five.
only thing, all that caffeine and sugar and fat left me feeling sluggish and dizzy the whole day. and i think they slaughtered more than a few of my brain cells, too, because it seems like my IQ dropped by ten thousand points today.
no wonder real policemen don't seem as impressively sharp as their TV counterparts.
tomorrow, i'm getting the one dipped in chocolate.
