Monday, September 24, 2007

Incessant Rambling ;)

As expected I don't have endless amounts of time to pour into blogging. So, here are some random events that I remember from the last few days. I don't know, just a few things that I feel like writing. So, pardon my incessant ranting or my insensible rambling. I give you a warning. If you do not wish to waste your time, stop reading. If you do, haha, be my guest. :D

Friday marked the day when I discovered all my freakin' mistakes. HAHA. First of all, my friend from the Japanese class (that I call Wi in the previous blog) is Huy (but it is pronounced Hwi, so I am not so deaf after all). Secondly, I discovered I introduced myself to the wrong group of people, thinking they were my learning community. My company is Toyota, and I think I introduced myself to the Chiquitas. It's just funny. And I still don't know my learning community. Oh well. :))

One thing I can't forget was this really embarrassing moment with one of my neighbors. I was waiting for the elevator down at the lobby, and this guy I had met before (in the elevator, too) was waiting with me. So he goes "Hi." So of course, I would say "hi", too. Then he says "Do you remember my name?" and I was like "Uhhh..." then I shook my head. And here I am feeling so stupid, I was so confident that he wouldn't remember mine. So I asked. And guess what? He said "Of course. You are Bambee." I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't remember his name! Haha. Anyway, I asked. He's Dion. And I am damn sure I won't ever forget that. And he's gonna make sure I don't, too. He's gonna ask me again the next time I see him. :))

I went to dinner alone Friday night because my roommates were out. So, I headed for the Center Court (which is our cafeteria here), got my food (which was a plate of salad and went around to look for a seat. One of my neighbors was there, and his friend called my name out loud. So they asked me to sit with them. This guy who called my name out loud was Joe, and I introduced myself to him because he didn't know me. So...

Joe: What's your real name?
Bambee: It's Marie Dhel, and don't ask how I got Bambee.
Joe: How did it become Bambee?
Bambee: *raised eyebrows* It's from the Italian word "Bambina" which means baby girl.
Joe: Really? Is that why Bambi the dear...? *pauses for a long moment* But wait!!! Bambi's a boy!!!
It didn't end there. One of the other football players, Brett, butted in.
Brett: Why would you compare a deer to a human?!

They BOTH missed the point. :))

This weekend was my first UC weekend. I mean with all students present and stuff like that. And I pretty much spent the whole weekend out of the campus, on the golf course, qualifying for our tournament this Saturday in Michigan. And Saturday was such an annoying day. We played for about 6 hours (because we were waiting on practically every hole since the members were SO *emphasize sarcasm* fast). And I had a 9 that day (and pretty much caused a huge delay as well. Sorry for those who played behind us.). I hit my drive twice into the shit; shit being a non-hazard portion where the grass reaches up to my thighs. I was like "I hope I find at least one" and I DIDN'T. Whooooopeee. I had to go back up to the tee and hit a perfect drive into the fairway. Got it on with my next shot, but friggin' 3 putted. Huwaw. A perfect 9. It's annoying since I was 3 under par going to that hole. Ended up with a 74. And by the way, EVERYONE knew about my beautiful 9. EVERYONE. Even the recruits (who conveniently snooped around for my scorecard). So embarrassing. Haha.

I watched my SECOND football game. I wasn't as stupid as before, but still pretty much so. *applause* And I cheered on. OH YEAH. B. E. A. R. C. A. T. S. B-E-A-R-C-A-T-S-Bearcats. *flash a cute, "catty" smile, holding the three middle fingers in a claw-like manner* And the OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH. OHHHHHHHHHHH. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH. UC! Haha. We won, 40-14. As of now, our football team is UNDEFEATED. 4-0. Ohhh Yeaaaaah. ;)

I ate SO much that night. Like 3 slices of Dewey's Pizza (which is just the best!), 2 helpings of salad (with SO much dressing) and 2 Diet Pepsis. Plus the chocolate-cream cheese cake that I don't know the name of. That was a FATFEST.

After the game, the recruits were over. They were really cool, too. I like them both. Kristin is already coming next year, and I hope Laura comes, too. Haha. Stayed up until around 1:30 AM because we talked about all random shit. Like, never mind. It was really funny what we got to talk about. Intimate stuff. :))

Sunday was just another qualifying day that I didn't get to finish because of my freakin' nose bleed. It was bleeding for two holes, which was like 30 minutes. And it wouldn't stop. SO freaky.

Anyway, I went to class today. I was SO tired after my whopping three classes *hurray* so I went back to my dorm room. I was in the elevator with this guy when he suddenly asks if I am a cheerleader (because I was going to practice and I was wearing our sleeveless uniform). Someone mistook me for a cheerleader!!! HAHA.

I have a tournament in Michigan on Saturday. Wish me luck. ;)

Thursday, September 20, 2007


I know, I know. My titles are effin' corny. Haha.

Three days before school started, we went to Louisville, Kentucky (a 2 hour drive from campus) for a tournament. My FIRST college tournament. So yeah, this week pretty much marked my FIRSTS. :)) We got on our sweet Bearcat van (which is a black E150 pretty much vandalized with C Paws, the words "Bearcat" and "Cincinnati") and our coach drove all the way to Kentucky. Jenny, my roommate and fellow freshman on the team, and I got the honor of sitting in the back seat (because yeah, we're effin' freshmen, and we have no rights!) where we are catapulted off our seat every 5 seconds. I AM NOT KIDDING. I was trying to get some sleep on our way there, but the catapulting didn't do me much good. I swear.

We had our practice round that day. Amazing. The course wasn't bad at all, except the upperclassmen tried to scare the hell out of us (freshmen) about hole number 13. It's a par 5 that, in their opinion, you have to make 3 perfect shots to get a decent score on. Of course, I let that thought dwell in my head. But after playing it four times, I beg to differ. I almost chunked my second shot from the right rough (the landing area slopes right to left towards the hazard) and that was the only time in all four times (the other three being that I tried to do fades on my lay ups) that I actually hit the fairway. Almost birdied it too, if I hadn't missed a 2 foot putt. HAHA.

First day was a 36 hole day. Ooooooooooh yeeeaaaaaah. It was shotgun, and after I teed off (Hillery and I teed off on the same hole), Hillery said "Play well. See you in 10 hours." And I probably looked surprised because after that she gave me a serious look then said "I am not kidding."

She wasn't. The f*ckin' rounds took us 10 and a half hours to finish. Just perfect. I hit 150 shots total for that day. Not counting the millions of balls that it actually took for me to get warmed up (because it was FRIGID in the morning). That was a loooooooong day.

The next day was pretty fast compared to the first one. Only 18 holes. OHYEAH. *huge sigh of relief* That was much better. After the tournament we drove back to the campus and I did all my errands. Yehey. *note the sarcasm, please* Got SO tired. And nervous. :-S First day of school the next day. And homesick. My mom was flying back to the Philippines that night. :(


My first class was at noon, but I woke up way early and couldn't sleep anymore. Anxiety. It gets to me. Everything went alright. I went to my first class at the Lindner Hall. I introduced myself to a couple of people who I thought were part of my learning community. I think I was wrong, though. Oh well. They'll go on thinking I'm part of their learning community when I'm not even sure. :))

My second class was Japanese, and it was at 2. It's at the Rieveschl (I can't pronounce it, which is really bad for asking directions, so thank God our professor changed our room!) room 616D. This guy I met at Orientation, Wi (I have no idea if I spelled it right) saw me getting lost in the damn building. We had that class together, so he happily escorted me to the room, which was like 20 meters away from where I was. STRIKE ONE.

After my Japanese class, I had a Bio class at the Old Chemistry building. So I went out in such a rush, and missed the Old Chemistry Building. Wi saw me again. He comes up to me and says "You lost again?" I nod sheepishly. Turns out, the Old Chem building was right in front of where we were. STRIKE TWO. Haha.

Well, my second day went fine. Except that I have to take Trigo again (I flunked the Placement test, thank you very much). And my professor was barely coherent. I swear. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying. Good thing Sir Soriano (where art thou?) taught me well. HAHA.

Let's see what else this place has in store for me. ;)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

For Starters

I haven't blogged in a long, long time. I would probably get killed if I don't put one now because I have been here for quite a long time now. I have a lot to say, so forgive the incoherence of this entry. I type as it appears in my mind's eye. Haha.

I am back in school. After SIX long months of not even looking at a textbook. After six LONG months of letting my brain dry out in the sun while playing golf. Yes, my dear classmates (who heavily opposed me stopping school), rejoice. I have a school to be proud of now.

UC. Stands for University of Cincinnati, not University College, folks. *wink*

No, I didn't end up at Katipunan, nor did I end up at Taft. I ended up thousands of miles away from those friggin' places. But of course, all of you know that already.

I got here on the 4th of September and did some boring stuff. Fixed the dorms, got physicals and stuff like that. Met my teammates, practiced and tried to get over my jetlag. A few days after, we practiced, still fixed stuff for school and then, I watched my very first football game.

I never knew that Americans were such suckers for football. And I was such a freakin' loser amidst all the madness. They shouted for things I didn't even understand. I mean, all I know is you had to get that weird shaped ball past those lines for a touchdown. I didn't even know that you could kick it through the tall posts for one point. I didn't even know that you had 4 tries to get it another 10 yards. It's sad, but I never really knew why the movie "The Longest Yard" was called that.

UC won that game, by the way. By a lot. Don't count on me remembering the score of that game. I didn't even stay to finish it (because UC was leading by a lot, ok? I had a bit of school spirit).

That was also the day when I felt like a total loser because my mom knew more about the damn football game than I did. She was actually enjoying the game, and I was like bored to death. A lot of people have tried educating me about the damn game, but to no avail.

But before that, we had an effin' hard time carrying fuckin' inflatables everywhere for this community service thing. Amazing. I won't tell you much about that. I certainly don't want to relive that experience even in writing. Haha. Sorry. :P

One of my teammates said he was going to have a party to celebrate his birthday, and I'm invited. He was talking about getting alcohol and stuff like that, because every person in the whole university is like 18 or older (not that it matters, since 21 is the drinking age). I was like, "Even if I'm only 17?" He was like, "No. You're not 17." Then he says "How the hell did you get into college?!" =))

We had a preseason thing after that. We stayed at this cool Holiday Inn (I never thought I would call Holiday Inn cool, but that one was) except for the fact that my cot (Yes, I slept in a cot: freshmen have no rights!) was sagging in the middle. Haha. I roomed with 2 seniors, so how in the hell am I going to get a bed? :))

After that I did some more stuff for school. Those physicals continued. And we did this psychological thing that was WAY cool. It's a machine that measures your heartbeats, and sees how you can control them to stay "in the zone". It's just so fascinating. :)

Kate (my new Australian teammate) and I went to International Orientation on the 11th. We listened to boring shit and tried not to fall asleep in the middle of it. Every break time we would go off and look for something to do. And we did. We looked around the Great Hall (this effin' huge room) for our flags. I found a Philippine flag. There was no Australian one. (1 point for the Philippines! Oh yeah!) We improvised with a New Zealand flag that kind of resembled their flag.

Kate's funny. I swear. :))

Scenario: We were on our way to Janet's house, in her hot Lexus and Kate saw a huge lake.

Kate: *stares for the loooooongest time at the lake* Wow, Janet, you have a laaayk? *with her very own Australian accent*

Bambee: What? A like? Huh?

Kate: I said laaaaayk, not like.

Bambee: Oh, you mean lake, I thought you said like.

Kate: I said laaaaaayk.

I call her "Laaaaayk" now. She calls me "Pazzy".

It's for starters, so I really made you bitin. No English word can say it better than that.

'Til my next blog!