Sunday, January 21, 2007

Tons of Boring and Excruciating Days

I am extremely sad today. Aside from the fact that Someday by Nina is the song playing on iTunes right now, but also I'm reminded by the fact that we moved to a different room yesterday.

To make the short story shorter, we were apparently forced to move to room 8's room, which is in the main building, because our teacher in Chemistry has a very sensitive pregnancy at the moment and you know.....pregnant women thingy.

Demo rooms are really considered one of those significant rooms in our school, aside from the hell hole e-class, which I was unluckily in last school year. Primarily because these rooms aren't really classrooms in the 1st place. These are used for demonstrating purposes.

At the start of the school year, we were angered by the fact we were in the other half of the demo room. We hated the temporary wall that's separating us from room 7. We hated the very cold climate in our classroom, because it caused our hands to numb until we can't write anymore. We hated the fact that we can hear the other teacher's voice in the other room. We hated every feature of it, except for the sink which came in really handy.

But as we grew inside it, we have learned to love it, and appreciate it. We had learned to love the aircon, because we can open it earlier than other rooms because the biggie is not connected to the school breaker. We had learned to love it because it's totally soundproofed, except when you're in the other half of the demo room. We had learned to love our chairs, which is really good because we have this exceptional space for a pen. We had learned to love our usual tambayan, the jacuzzi, where we usually do our homeworks and a lot of other stuffs.

And now that we've moved, it's totally a different atmosphere. If all of us was driven by our angst like room 7, then we wouldn't move in the 1st place anyway.

But we, 3-6, have to really accept this change we went through. Although it was a great sacrifice, we should keep in mind that we are doing this for the safety of Mrs. Gavino's baby.

but damn! the aircon! please! just give it to us!

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This week has been exceptionally good. No assignments nor projects...no anything!

Yes, I know. It's like a miracle that God sent us after a bunch of prayers or something. Yet I know something is fishy.

Aha. Ok. To go with our traumatic move to another room, our teachers took their revenge and splashed us with a homework tsunami. God, it's awful. It's a wonder I even have time to write here, because I have tons of homeworks to do. Damn I hate revenge!

So there. I gotta go.

Prom dress: check
Prom date: check
Prom payment: remains unchecked FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS
Prom table: remains unsure

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Eerie.

Oh goody. I haven't shared anything that would make sense about my life for this year. So let's

Going back to school ain't good. I was very drowsy last Wednesday PROBABLY because I wasn't able to sleep the night or even the early morning before.

But here's the stupid catch. My dad would be arriving on the very same day and all I don't want to do anything but go to the airport to see him. He's my freakin' dad for chrissakes. I haven't seen him for a year.

But then I chose to go to school for fear that Mrs. Gavino would give out something important for Chemistry..or we would at least check those Trigo test papers I'm waiting to see since I've finished it last year. But nooooo. Mrs. Gavino wasn't around, and Mrs. Cruz didn't want us to see our test results for fear that our hearts might break or something. Oh, and instead, we saw the gob smacked results of our Geom exam. Not good.

I badly wanted to go home and fetch my dad. So after the last bell rang, I hurriedly left the classroom, fetched Monica, then rushed down to our bus. And so, I still have to wait for an hour for us to start moving around.

And all went well. When I finally saw my dad, there was this twitchy feeling. Like I'm super anxious and stuff like that. And he was good. I mean I dunno. He's not your typical father. He's not even a father-figure. I mean, how many dads has muscles and dragon tattoos in their body? He's more like a macho dancer or a prosti-dude for me.

When we talk, it's like we're colleagues. We don't talk about school, home or boring stuffs. All we talk about are technical things. Like softwares, hardwares, processors, laptop peripherals, and many more.

And there. Mom says he has lots of money with him, so we have the right to cash him out. But then I thought I didn't have the authority to do so. Why? Duh. MacBook.

Speaking of MacBook, I received the sexy bitch last Thursday and all I can say right now is WOW. I won't go back to using Windows again. Ever. Except for using the internet because I haven't configured the internet setup in my baby. But when it's all finished, it's bye-bye to Bill Gates and hello to Jozniak from now on.

But a very life-threatening problem occured first. My sister and I was gleaming at the laptop when sudddenly she pushed the switch button of the mean machine to ON. I got angry because it says in the booklet that came with it that you weren't supposed to turn it on first, but instead charge it with the MagSafe Power Adapter. Another bad thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, I clicked on the wrong language usage! It was all Japanese shiznits and I panicked like crazy that I cried.

I didn't go to school the next day PARTLY because of it but mainly because of the fever I have(saved!). I googled stuff that would at least make me change the language to English, but it all went to nothing. And so, something pushed me to open it and try to reverse things up. And what do you know? A simple click on that button with an arrow facing on the left had solved it all! Dumbass me.

I'll post the pictures on Multiply tomorrow, and hopefully, you'll see the beauty of it. Seriously.

Monday, January 01, 2007

The Ultimate Year-Ender Post

Well. Here I am, typing my thoughts.

Last thoughts for this year, perhaps.

Anyways, 2006 was a very good year for me. Although it was not for those victims of natural calamities, we have to accept the fact that more or less, this year was a killer for each and every one of us in one way or another.

2006 made me realize that life is shorter than we all thought it was. God probably made it short for us to realize our mistakes, and make up for it in the best way that we could.

But that doesn't really mean that we just have to sit down and unwind for the rest of our lives, and watch Koreanovelas. Yep. Just like what I am doing these past few vacation days. You guessed it right. I made the incumbrate mistake of buying a boxed set of Princess Hours and It Started with A Kiss. And now, I'm hooked like a fish.

Anyways, I liked 2006 a lot. This year made me a lot smarter in much more ways, and made me realize a lot of stuffs that I need to know about. My self-esteem also grew, thanks for this blog that's making me a new and improved person each and everytime I post something here. It's like I removed something from my non-existent brain, and then digitized it for the world to see. That's helluva great.

I am wishing that 2007 would be a much better year. This year would be a total roller coaster. I'm soon gonna be a senior, then off I go to review centers, then to college entrance exams, then finally and hopefully off to college next next year. I'm also wishing that 2007 would finally bring out the competitive person in me, and would finally make me a much more better person because I know that THAt would be nifty in times today.

LORAINNE'S NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION FOR 2007

1. Forget Coke. Forget Sprite. Forget Royal. Forget 7UP. FORGET SODAS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, DAMMIT. I've been making this as a new year's resolution for 5 stinkin' years!

2. Study HARDER. Forget boys, gays, and homos, for that matter. YOU WON'T NEED THEM.

3. Try to meet other friends. (SUPER REDUNDANT.)

4. Lose weight.

5. Lose cellulites.

6. Talk to the long-forgotten swimming coach about swimming again.

7. Talk to those long-forgotten friends I've been checking out on Friendster and laughing out loud to their grammatically wrong sentences. Ex: Busog na me, gutom pa ba you? As if I don't make mistakes.

8. Be a GIRL for a change.

And..that's it. Happy New Year to all of you guys!