It all went sooo arguably unlucky.
Let's see..
-I had asthma attacks every single day of the previous week.
-'Somebody' picked me as a leader of OUR group in the Englis demo thingy.
-And to make it more disgusting, our topic was DANCE ROUTINE.
-And to really, really, really make it more gross, we would be the first ones to present our stupid demo.
-I got sick
-And to make matters worse, my asthma got worse as Milenyo entered the Metro.
-This would've made others dance to happiness, but the 2-day suspension of classes really made me furious.
And I don't even know if I can make it on Monday, much more on Tuesday, our presentation day.
Seriously, I want to be obilierated.
I WANT TO COMMIT SUICIDE!!!
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Learn to live with it.
Okay. It took me a week to get over my grades. And just like a friend told me, be contended with them, because not all 3rd year students get an average as high/low like that. I dunno if I'll kill her, or I'll go shitty again.
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This week was a total mayhem. Projects are starting to hang under our noses again, and signs of insomnia are here to stay.
And, before we all realize it, exams is there waiting around the corner, plotting to assassinate us all.
I'm not sure about my performance this quarter. I've focused too much in Geometry that I forgot to there are other subjects as well. Oh well, too damn bad that my angst for the Mango was well off gone last Sunday while I was hearing mass.
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Everytime I hear the song Always by Atlantic Starr, the February prom starts popping my brains out. I don't have a date. No fucking joke. And too bad I'm too fat to find one.
I don't know what my problem is. If I crash diet all the way till next year, I'll just end up getting even fatter. If I exercise whenever I have time, I'll end up missing topics in Geometry and other subjects. If I stop taking steroids, I'll die in a minute.
Which leads me to my another problem. After the smoking thoughts, here comes another addition to the Curiosity and Depression series, Suicidal thoughts.
I've been thinking about this one during English class last Monday, and here are the few question and answers that's been stomping my brain like crazy.
Q: Why commit suicide?
A:
-I'll never get a good future anyway
-I'm dumb as a person can get
-I'm useless
-I'm fat
-I'm boring as the --- teacher can get.
-I'm always reckless
-Nobody loves me.
-Nobody REALLY loves me.
-Even God hates me.
-Even God's God hate me
-I'm pessimistic
-I'm sadistic
-I'm impatient
-I'm not a very open-minded person
-My parents even think I'm useless.
-I'm useless, meaning without any wit nor function
-I hate people, because they suck.
-I'm sinful than you think I am
-I'm a useless friend, because I backstab them when I think everyone hates me, which is everytime.
-I'm uber sensitive
-I don't respect anyone, even the higher persons
-I'm a loser.
Q: Why not?
A:
-it'll make my parents sad
-God won't accept me, even if I say sorry 182,829,672, 902 billion times.
-it'll just make matters worse. Like terrorism will be so common that it would be considered a religion or something. Like that would ever happen. I don't even exist in the naked eye.
-it won't solve any of my problems anyway. Just other's problems concerning me, I guess. I know that they won't really feel guilty that I comitted suicide. They hate me so much that they probably won't even notice it.
So it's obvious that I should commit suicide. I mean, you won't even get sad if I do. You probably would find it a relief or something.
Oh well. I'm gonna go shopping for knives tomorrow.
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This week was a total mayhem. Projects are starting to hang under our noses again, and signs of insomnia are here to stay.
And, before we all realize it, exams is there waiting around the corner, plotting to assassinate us all.
I'm not sure about my performance this quarter. I've focused too much in Geometry that I forgot to there are other subjects as well. Oh well, too damn bad that my angst for the Mango was well off gone last Sunday while I was hearing mass.
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Everytime I hear the song Always by Atlantic Starr, the February prom starts popping my brains out. I don't have a date. No fucking joke. And too bad I'm too fat to find one.
I don't know what my problem is. If I crash diet all the way till next year, I'll just end up getting even fatter. If I exercise whenever I have time, I'll end up missing topics in Geometry and other subjects. If I stop taking steroids, I'll die in a minute.
Which leads me to my another problem. After the smoking thoughts, here comes another addition to the Curiosity and Depression series, Suicidal thoughts.
I've been thinking about this one during English class last Monday, and here are the few question and answers that's been stomping my brain like crazy.
Q: Why commit suicide?
A:
-I'll never get a good future anyway
-I'm dumb as a person can get
-I'm useless
-I'm fat
-I'm boring as the --- teacher can get.
-I'm always reckless
-Nobody loves me.
-Nobody REALLY loves me.
-Even God hates me.
-Even God's God hate me
-I'm pessimistic
-I'm sadistic
-I'm impatient
-I'm not a very open-minded person
-My parents even think I'm useless.
-I'm useless, meaning without any wit nor function
-I hate people, because they suck.
-I'm sinful than you think I am
-I'm a useless friend, because I backstab them when I think everyone hates me, which is everytime.
-I'm uber sensitive
-I don't respect anyone, even the higher persons
-I'm a loser.
Q: Why not?
A:
-it'll make my parents sad
-God won't accept me, even if I say sorry 182,829,672, 902 billion times.
-it'll just make matters worse. Like terrorism will be so common that it would be considered a religion or something. Like that would ever happen. I don't even exist in the naked eye.
-it won't solve any of my problems anyway. Just other's problems concerning me, I guess. I know that they won't really feel guilty that I comitted suicide. They hate me so much that they probably won't even notice it.
So it's obvious that I should commit suicide. I mean, you won't even get sad if I do. You probably would find it a relief or something.
Oh well. I'm gonna go shopping for knives tomorrow.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
It sucked.
I got my card yesterday.
Normally I would just shrug it off while my mom lectures me on the way out. But no.
I didn't shrug it off. I cried the hell out of it. Especially the grade I got in my favorite subject ever, Geometry. Imagine me wailing like a kid. It's disgusting, I know.
You guys probably know that feeling you get when you didn't get what you expected. It's like your whole world suddenly crashed, and you sad as hell. And all you want is filthy justice for it.
I expected that my grades in Geometry would at least go beyond that 85 line. But noooooooooo. It seemed that my Periodical Test helped to make it as low as possible. Now I wouldn't get to Mapua or even UP College of Engineering at this state.
I instantly got a change of mind in the career I would choose. From my plans of taking up Civil Engineering in college, I immediately shifted into going for either I.T. or Early Childhood Education. It seemed that I ran out of possible courses when I saw that stupid Geometry grade typed in that filthy paper they call 'card'.
And everytime I think that I would never be a successful engineer , those students who probably got a much much much higher grade than me in Geometry would probably be.
Because they're not pathetic and as paranoid as me.
Normally I would just shrug it off while my mom lectures me on the way out. But no.
I didn't shrug it off. I cried the hell out of it. Especially the grade I got in my favorite subject ever, Geometry. Imagine me wailing like a kid. It's disgusting, I know.
You guys probably know that feeling you get when you didn't get what you expected. It's like your whole world suddenly crashed, and you sad as hell. And all you want is filthy justice for it.
I expected that my grades in Geometry would at least go beyond that 85 line. But noooooooooo. It seemed that my Periodical Test helped to make it as low as possible. Now I wouldn't get to Mapua or even UP College of Engineering at this state.
I instantly got a change of mind in the career I would choose. From my plans of taking up Civil Engineering in college, I immediately shifted into going for either I.T. or Early Childhood Education. It seemed that I ran out of possible courses when I saw that stupid Geometry grade typed in that filthy paper they call 'card'.
And everytime I think that I would never be a successful engineer , those students who probably got a much much much higher grade than me in Geometry would probably be.
Because they're not pathetic and as paranoid as me.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Reminiscents and...Hi Elen!
It's more than obvious that I can't sleep due to severe excitement for the releasing of cards tmorrow. It's a natural. I can't stop asking people if they would come tomoorow with their parents to get their cards...and..and..all I got was blank stares.
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Ookay...let's reminisce.
I loove reminiscing. It's the answer to the world's questions.
Yes. Look back at your past.
Let me tell you one reminiscent I won't regret reminiscing.
1. When I was still in grade school, I had a boy seatmate. It's pretty much not a big deal, since the chances of me having a boy as my seatmate is pretty high, since there are more boys than girls in my elementary school. And on our first week of being seatmates, we became friends..not just friend friends..but close friends. And on the second week, he began telling me that he wants to tell me something. And everytime I ask what the hell it is, he keeps telling me that I might get mad at him.
Then came that day when he gave me this thick folded paper with my name written on it. I opened it, and read what's in it. And, the next thing I knew, I teared up the paper to pieces and throwed the pieces at his face. He was red as an apple. And you wanna know what was written on the paper?
Honestly, you won't believe it.
"Lorraine,(back then the spelling of my name was double 'r', until later on it was changed to single 'r' and double 'n' because that's the spelling of my name that's officially written on my passport. You should get this by now.) crush kita.....*insert a heart drawn by a 4th grader here*"
Hard to take it, eh? But I'm not joking. Ask the boy himself. His name is Jan Dominic Radovan, and he's now a Junior studying at PCC.
I don't even know what made him feel that something towards me.
Or maybe I do.
Or maybe not.
Because when I was still in 4th grade, I was not fat nor skinny nor chubby nor anything else that I am now.
But I was not a girly-girl. Or maybe I was not even a girl. I was athletic and studious at the same time. I don't do things with girls. Instead, I play kickball with boys. Laugh with them. Study with them. Or even play jackstones with them. How threatening.
I think that was my infamous technique to get close and maybe even closer to one of my crushes. But still.
And here's the grand finale.
After tearing the paper out, I replied to him: "Dun mo ibigay sa mga taga-row 1 yan. ma-aapreciate pa nila!"
Because almost all of the girls was seated on the 1st row, and me, as obviously not a girl, was seated on the 4th row, where nerds and dorks volt in.
That's where I learned and immediately proved that BRAIN really does conquer all.
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Ookay...let's reminisce.
I loove reminiscing. It's the answer to the world's questions.
Yes. Look back at your past.
Let me tell you one reminiscent I won't regret reminiscing.
1. When I was still in grade school, I had a boy seatmate. It's pretty much not a big deal, since the chances of me having a boy as my seatmate is pretty high, since there are more boys than girls in my elementary school. And on our first week of being seatmates, we became friends..not just friend friends..but close friends. And on the second week, he began telling me that he wants to tell me something. And everytime I ask what the hell it is, he keeps telling me that I might get mad at him.
Then came that day when he gave me this thick folded paper with my name written on it. I opened it, and read what's in it. And, the next thing I knew, I teared up the paper to pieces and throwed the pieces at his face. He was red as an apple. And you wanna know what was written on the paper?
Honestly, you won't believe it.
"Lorraine,(back then the spelling of my name was double 'r', until later on it was changed to single 'r' and double 'n' because that's the spelling of my name that's officially written on my passport. You should get this by now.) crush kita.....*insert a heart drawn by a 4th grader here*"
Hard to take it, eh? But I'm not joking. Ask the boy himself. His name is Jan Dominic Radovan, and he's now a Junior studying at PCC.
I don't even know what made him feel that something towards me.
Or maybe I do.
Or maybe not.
Because when I was still in 4th grade, I was not fat nor skinny nor chubby nor anything else that I am now.
But I was not a girly-girl. Or maybe I was not even a girl. I was athletic and studious at the same time. I don't do things with girls. Instead, I play kickball with boys. Laugh with them. Study with them. Or even play jackstones with them. How threatening.
I think that was my infamous technique to get close and maybe even closer to one of my crushes. But still.
And here's the grand finale.
After tearing the paper out, I replied to him: "Dun mo ibigay sa mga taga-row 1 yan. ma-aapreciate pa nila!"
Because almost all of the girls was seated on the 1st row, and me, as obviously not a girl, was seated on the 4th row, where nerds and dorks volt in.
That's where I learned and immediately proved that BRAIN really does conquer all.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Inseperable means nothing.
All of you guys probably know by now that I'm a math freak, and I believe that cells does not make me up. Instead, numbers and equations and variables and Einstein's hair does.
I know this is has become very tiring, but my Geometry book and I are very inseperable. VERY.
I'm gonna go prove it to you.
Given: a geom book, and a fat turd
Prove: the fat turd and the geom book will be best friends forever
Statements:
1. A geom book, and a fat turd
2. a fat turd=KUMON
3. KUMON=Math stuffs
4. Math stuffs=Geometry
5. Geometry=Geometry book (and let's involve the MANGO for a record)
6. the fat turd and the geom book will be best friends forever
Reasons:
1. Given
2. Definition of Nerdness
3. Definition of Advancement Centers
4. Congruent subjects/topics
5. Common Sense
6. Boredom
so there.
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This past week was not really good. Our class ended up having only 3 classes of Geometry, but 3 periods of T.H.E. And let me the first to assure you that it sucked.
I kept figuring out ways on how to stop studying. Yes, I'm a very studyholic person that studies EVERY subject for no reasons. I tried leaving every school-related things to my locker, but instead I almost bought a Geometry book in the bookstore. Tch. I bought a coloring book to stop being such a boring, old nerd.
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I have much-awaited surprise for myself.
I'm not gonna go anti-social.
But just this once.
Why?
Like duh. I so need a prom date.
R is in the past, and like evrything else, I can't possibly get him as a prom date. So now, I'm on the lookout for one.
Why not go stag?
I'm confident enough to know that I will be able to find myself a date. I'm not that fat, that ugly, and that boring(although I may seem to be sometimes). And Proms are pretty much the much-awaited social event in high school. Why not go with it with someone for a good memory when you grow up? Everything is a sentimental value for me. Ha-ha. Like those strips of paper I got in the 'The Girl Most Likely To Be...' activity in Homeroom.
And yeah. that's probably much all that worth typing for.
I know this is has become very tiring, but my Geometry book and I are very inseperable. VERY.
I'm gonna go prove it to you.
Given: a geom book, and a fat turd
Prove: the fat turd and the geom book will be best friends forever
Statements:
1. A geom book, and a fat turd
2. a fat turd=KUMON
3. KUMON=Math stuffs
4. Math stuffs=Geometry
5. Geometry=Geometry book (and let's involve the MANGO for a record)
6. the fat turd and the geom book will be best friends forever
Reasons:
1. Given
2. Definition of Nerdness
3. Definition of Advancement Centers
4. Congruent subjects/topics
5. Common Sense
6. Boredom
so there.
----------
This past week was not really good. Our class ended up having only 3 classes of Geometry, but 3 periods of T.H.E. And let me the first to assure you that it sucked.
I kept figuring out ways on how to stop studying. Yes, I'm a very studyholic person that studies EVERY subject for no reasons. I tried leaving every school-related things to my locker, but instead I almost bought a Geometry book in the bookstore. Tch. I bought a coloring book to stop being such a boring, old nerd.
----------
I have much-awaited surprise for myself.
I'm not gonna go anti-social.
But just this once.
Why?
Like duh. I so need a prom date.
R is in the past, and like evrything else, I can't possibly get him as a prom date. So now, I'm on the lookout for one.
Why not go stag?
I'm confident enough to know that I will be able to find myself a date. I'm not that fat, that ugly, and that boring(although I may seem to be sometimes). And Proms are pretty much the much-awaited social event in high school. Why not go with it with someone for a good memory when you grow up? Everything is a sentimental value for me. Ha-ha. Like those strips of paper I got in the 'The Girl Most Likely To Be...' activity in Homeroom.
And yeah. that's probably much all that worth typing for.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Rai Rai Weh.
Today was a very provocative day. But first, let me just tell you what happened this past few days.
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Nothing.
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Okay. Let's get down to business.
To everyone's relief, classes went *POOF* in an instant. Thanks to the teacher's immersion scheduled today, all of us high school students are expected to relax and unwind oursleves with our long weekend start.
The maid actually didn't know that we don't have classes today, and she ended up shaking our sleeping bodies, shouting"Tanghali na! Huy! gising na!". And I ended up watching Katie Couric on ET again.
After several hours of making myself such a dork in hopelessly trying to wake myself up just to finish All-American Girl on time, my eyes solemnly gave up. Dropped the book, thinked of J, and suddenly squashed myself into Discworld while the sandman is having the time of his life pounding tons of sand in my eyes.
After I woke up in a few hours, I hurriedly bathed and dressed up for my plan later, which is to go out with Rica and Ayu and Bianca and etc. I was very much ready at exactly 12:00 am and was waiting for my mom to prepare herself or something.
And after 732197291 million lightyears, I finally got myself unto the land of turd, Megamall. I hurriedly went to the Cinemas to get myself a Devil Wears Prada ticket to catch myself up on the threesome who have already went inside due to boredom in waiting for me. Or waiting for my mom. Or waiting for God. Or whatever.
If it weren't for the fact that I've read the Devil Wears Prada ages ago, I wouldn't understand a single word in the movie. I came right into the climax part. Oh Yeaaah. Good part. And I seriously didn't enjoy the movie. I would've had more fun if we watched 'Sukob' or in much cheesier circumstances, 'You Are The One'. pffbt.
Here goes the meaty part.
We went to Rai Rai Ken afterwards to have something that made sense into our stomachs rather than the popcorn that's making our stomachs really upset. After ordering..waiting...and stuff...this waiter that looked like as if he was the one who makes the sushis and makis all the way came with our drinks. Funny, I thought. Waiters are just supposed to dump drinks on table, not ask and point THE DRINKS to the person whoever owns the drink. Ayu's Bianca's and Mine were handed out pretty good. But in Rica's case, oh men. The waiter should've knew well than to doubt Rica if she really owns the green drink. Turns out that THAT drink was for the person sitting after our table, and yes, they made Rica wait for her drink. And the pointless point of all, uhh..I dunno. HA.
And, after eating and eating, and the upsetting bills were about to be settled, the stupid waiter came again. But this time, he was the one who's supposed to get our paid bill or something. I dunno about YOUR experiences, but waiters aren't supposed to examine and especially COMMENT on how outstanding your bill was. Like anybody wil ever give you credit if you do that.
Okay, let me tell you what the stupid waiter did. After Bianca handed this thick thingy were our precious bills were clipped unto, he examined it and gave us a VERY surprised expression. And then he said.."Ay! Ang laki naman ng bill nyo! Ang lalakas nyo kumain ahh!". And guess what he did next.
Oh My Freaking Gawd.
He suddenly patted my shoulder, which to my surprise, led for him to repeat his last sentence which is,"ang lalakas nyo kumain ahhh!". My face is all screwed up, and I was all flabbersgated in what HE did. And please, don't like pretend that you don't know the significance of that shoulder-pat incident. And then he held up his hand and said."jok lang! Isang bagsak nga dyan!", which made me AND Rica want to throw up everything we ate at that Freak Restaurant.
I. Will. Never. Ever. Eat. At. Rai. Rai. Ken. Ever. Again.
ooh.. Except when they do this dare in t3 where you have to eat Rai Rai Ken's very big makis 4 at a time, and I'll succesfully win my baby, MacBook Pro.
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I went to Podium afterwards with my mom and 2 brothers to buy new books to splurge my time on. I mean, come on. I REALLY know better than to finish that Geometry book that's always hidden benath my wildest dreams.
As I entered the bookstore, it struck me that I will buy a fiction book that's not mushy, nor sexually-aggreviated. It really hit me last week when I finshed Digital Fortress that I should read more of this mystery/thriller things rather than getting VERY twisted in kilig in stupid books like The Princess Diaries. Like Mia Thermopolis and Michael Moscovitz didn't made my pants on fire. Hell yeah.
After an hour of searching and searching....I first ended up with this book called 'Love Handles of Lord Vishnu', but suddenly saw this very related-to-my-life book in the dark corners of the shlef, stomped by senseless romantic books like 'Tight' and 'Porno'[hmm..]. That book was 'Conversations with the Fat Girl' by Liz Palmer. Woah. Can you be more actual than this?
I bought my sister this new book by Sophie Kinsella, called 'The Undomestic Goddess", which is much more like Shopaholic. Duh, like look at the author, dumbass.
I also bought Bob Ong's latest book, which I've been very planning to buy since last year, called 'Stainless Longganisa'. Talk about a bookworm, I'm feeling like I'm one. Well, not the Sir Al bookworm type. That's too worm-ish. Imagine yourself ending up buying 4 books just because you can't find this book you're looking for ages. I'll just walk out of the bookstore instead, or buy myself a Mini Clipper.
Currently reading on: Valence Electrons(You'd probably think I would read on those books I bought, but nooo. I ended up reading on stupid electrons instead. Cruel, cruel world.)
Currently listening on: Chamillionare
Currently feeling: Bloated and Thirsty. God I want a Coke, but I'm in this no-Coke-or-any-other-soda diet ever since my soda-addicted-and-ended-up-diabetic uncle was rushed to the hospital. Geez.
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Nothing.
----------
Okay. Let's get down to business.
To everyone's relief, classes went *POOF* in an instant. Thanks to the teacher's immersion scheduled today, all of us high school students are expected to relax and unwind oursleves with our long weekend start.
The maid actually didn't know that we don't have classes today, and she ended up shaking our sleeping bodies, shouting"Tanghali na! Huy! gising na!". And I ended up watching Katie Couric on ET again.
After several hours of making myself such a dork in hopelessly trying to wake myself up just to finish All-American Girl on time, my eyes solemnly gave up. Dropped the book, thinked of J, and suddenly squashed myself into Discworld while the sandman is having the time of his life pounding tons of sand in my eyes.
After I woke up in a few hours, I hurriedly bathed and dressed up for my plan later, which is to go out with Rica and Ayu and Bianca and etc. I was very much ready at exactly 12:00 am and was waiting for my mom to prepare herself or something.
And after 732197291 million lightyears, I finally got myself unto the land of turd, Megamall. I hurriedly went to the Cinemas to get myself a Devil Wears Prada ticket to catch myself up on the threesome who have already went inside due to boredom in waiting for me. Or waiting for my mom. Or waiting for God. Or whatever.
If it weren't for the fact that I've read the Devil Wears Prada ages ago, I wouldn't understand a single word in the movie. I came right into the climax part. Oh Yeaaah. Good part. And I seriously didn't enjoy the movie. I would've had more fun if we watched 'Sukob' or in much cheesier circumstances, 'You Are The One'. pffbt.
Here goes the meaty part.
We went to Rai Rai Ken afterwards to have something that made sense into our stomachs rather than the popcorn that's making our stomachs really upset. After ordering..waiting...and stuff...this waiter that looked like as if he was the one who makes the sushis and makis all the way came with our drinks. Funny, I thought. Waiters are just supposed to dump drinks on table, not ask and point THE DRINKS to the person whoever owns the drink. Ayu's Bianca's and Mine were handed out pretty good. But in Rica's case, oh men. The waiter should've knew well than to doubt Rica if she really owns the green drink. Turns out that THAT drink was for the person sitting after our table, and yes, they made Rica wait for her drink. And the pointless point of all, uhh..I dunno. HA.
And, after eating and eating, and the upsetting bills were about to be settled, the stupid waiter came again. But this time, he was the one who's supposed to get our paid bill or something. I dunno about YOUR experiences, but waiters aren't supposed to examine and especially COMMENT on how outstanding your bill was. Like anybody wil ever give you credit if you do that.
Okay, let me tell you what the stupid waiter did. After Bianca handed this thick thingy were our precious bills were clipped unto, he examined it and gave us a VERY surprised expression. And then he said.."Ay! Ang laki naman ng bill nyo! Ang lalakas nyo kumain ahh!". And guess what he did next.
Oh My Freaking Gawd.
He suddenly patted my shoulder, which to my surprise, led for him to repeat his last sentence which is,"ang lalakas nyo kumain ahhh!". My face is all screwed up, and I was all flabbersgated in what HE did. And please, don't like pretend that you don't know the significance of that shoulder-pat incident. And then he held up his hand and said."jok lang! Isang bagsak nga dyan!", which made me AND Rica want to throw up everything we ate at that Freak Restaurant.
I. Will. Never. Ever. Eat. At. Rai. Rai. Ken. Ever. Again.
ooh.. Except when they do this dare in t3 where you have to eat Rai Rai Ken's very big makis 4 at a time, and I'll succesfully win my baby, MacBook Pro.
------------
I went to Podium afterwards with my mom and 2 brothers to buy new books to splurge my time on. I mean, come on. I REALLY know better than to finish that Geometry book that's always hidden benath my wildest dreams.
As I entered the bookstore, it struck me that I will buy a fiction book that's not mushy, nor sexually-aggreviated. It really hit me last week when I finshed Digital Fortress that I should read more of this mystery/thriller things rather than getting VERY twisted in kilig in stupid books like The Princess Diaries. Like Mia Thermopolis and Michael Moscovitz didn't made my pants on fire. Hell yeah.
After an hour of searching and searching....I first ended up with this book called 'Love Handles of Lord Vishnu', but suddenly saw this very related-to-my-life book in the dark corners of the shlef, stomped by senseless romantic books like 'Tight' and 'Porno'[hmm..]. That book was 'Conversations with the Fat Girl' by Liz Palmer. Woah. Can you be more actual than this?
I bought my sister this new book by Sophie Kinsella, called 'The Undomestic Goddess", which is much more like Shopaholic. Duh, like look at the author, dumbass.
I also bought Bob Ong's latest book, which I've been very planning to buy since last year, called 'Stainless Longganisa'. Talk about a bookworm, I'm feeling like I'm one. Well, not the Sir Al bookworm type. That's too worm-ish. Imagine yourself ending up buying 4 books just because you can't find this book you're looking for ages. I'll just walk out of the bookstore instead, or buy myself a Mini Clipper.
Currently reading on: Valence Electrons(You'd probably think I would read on those books I bought, but nooo. I ended up reading on stupid electrons instead. Cruel, cruel world.)
Currently listening on: Chamillionare
Currently feeling: Bloated and Thirsty. God I want a Coke, but I'm in this no-Coke-or-any-other-soda diet ever since my soda-addicted-and-ended-up-diabetic uncle was rushed to the hospital. Geez.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Dante's Inferno quiz
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
And for everyone's information, I'm on the 7th level. HA.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Moderate |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
And for everyone's information, I'm on the 7th level. HA.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Right. You are Dante's descendant.
I want to smoke.
No, really.
No joking here.
I don't know if it's because of these people around me who uhhh..smokes, or I 'm just bedazzled by these series of dreams.
Monday dream
-I dreamt that I was smoking with the most unimaginale person ever, R. Oh God. You so suck. The scenario was all about R offering me this puff-ready smoke. And, when I inevitably blew it, this green smoke came out of the cancer stick. I woke up laughing after that.
Wednesday dream
-I dreamt that Marian went inside my room and we talked about stuff about the wierdest topic ever, coffee. And then she went out to buy snacks for us to enjoy. And when she came back, she gave me a box of Marlboro, and said, "Sorry, baliktad ung nabili ko. Ayaan mo. masarap din yan". Again, I woke up teary-eyed because of happiness.
Thursday dream
-I dreamt that my dad and I went to this mall in Poland where all people smokes. I swear. It looks as if in order to let out the carbon dioxide in their bodies, those Polish people had to breathe through the stick. God, this sucks.
And, on my way to school, I was listening to Chico and Delle's news at 17 in the Morning Rush. And guess what the news was all about. YES. Celebrities launched this certain quit-smoking program for other celebrities. And, the climax of the news that definitely bounced me off my ass is when Amanda Griffin stated that it's very hard to quit, when you start picking the stick. God, I swear I think it was meant for me.
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I am very pissed off today. I have this classmate who is ALWAYS mad at me for very unknown reasons. Honestly, I don't even know her stupid reasons why she keeps bitching me off.
I can be a bitch and a friendly and nice person. I try to be more of a friendly and nice type to my classmates as much as I can because I don't want to cause myself and that person a minor stir.
And yes, my mom was right after all. People just don't appreciate any good and up to what extent it is that you're doing. When you say hi, she'll just roll her eyes at you. When you say sorry, she'll snap the bitch out of you. When you are trying to be nice, and asking why she keeps getting mad at you for no apparent and VERY CONCRETE reasons, she'll kill your inner conscience for being nice at her.
And the wierdest stuff about it is that she only acts this bad when we're out of the classroom. I mean, when you are LITERALLY talking with her inside the classroom, she acts really normally, as if she's sorta my friend or anything.
Well classmate, I'm sorry that I'm acting like myself. I'll try to be more of a fake sometimes.
Like I can.
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I watched Napoleon Dynamite earlier. Now I know why it wasn't shown in the Philiipines on time; It was über-cool.
Honestly, I thought Pedro Sanchez was a Filipino in the movie. Yes, if it wasn't for the Mexican flag in his bike, I would've been proud that Pedro Sanchez resembles a modern-day Mr. Suave with his wig.
Just look at the VERY hilarious dance scene in the movie:
I swear I want to dance the exact dance in the much-awaited prom.
yeah right.
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Currently crushing on: John Heder
Currenly listening to: my conscience.
Currently reading: my Geometry book. I'm halfway through.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Swear, and you'll be deceived,
I hated this week. REALLY. People started getting bitchy and the results of my chem and geometry exam starts making my pubes pop out of my hair. Ha. But still. Who couldn't resist a 52/60 in Trigonometry? Let's just all grin.
I just didn't understand why I failed my Geometry exam. I couldn't find a loophole through which I may find the real reason why I did sooo badly in the stupid test. And then, God finally gave me an answer.
.....Before the Geometry exam started, I was nervous as hell. Not that I didn't sudy or anything, but for the fact that the exam might be too cruel for me. I like Geometry, of all my subjects. This is the only subject wherein I really participate with all my might and heart(like I really have one to tell). Honestly, I became too confident that I can Ace that stupid exam too pieces. I have a reason, you see. I study VERY HARD in this subject. VERY VERY VERY hard, that it's the only subject I study day and night, even if we really don't have an assignment or anything.
I startled when I saw the exam paper. I expected 8-10 pages full of numbers. Turns out, that the GEOM teachers decided to cut the meaty part out of the test and made us calm down with only 2 pages. Yes. I definetly screwed myself up.
I can tell that Ms. Malvas was kinda disappointed with the result of my exam. When she handed me my exam paper, she inevitably shook her head and pursed her lips. So, what a bummer. I offered my whole quarter for Geometry and all I got was this test paper with a failing mark on it. Just swallow me up, Lord. Just swallow me up.
I told my dad the whole story. I thought he'll kill me, and he'll eventually cancel his plans of giving me the Powerbook of my dreams, but then all things came to a halt and he still gave me the $300 I was begging for a new phone since forever. Talk about opposites, they rock.
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I was on my way to my room, which is in the 3rd floor of the Annex building and in the demo room, when I saw this batchmate. I can tell she was a member of the Big Brain's clan, my term for those DD people. This DD wasn't al that cool. I mean, other DD people are really cool, but this one, nah. I've already seen her before, even when I was still a Freshmen. She looks very smart, and nerdy, the look I'm aiming for the whole time.
And after a pre-cumbered day, I was now on my way down to my jungle bus. And guess who I saw again in fromt of me with that green/brown bag with red linings? Yes, there she goes again. Now, it looks as if she's limp or something, like somebody got mad and decided to kick her. But still.
I think God is giving me a sign. Like I should study harder so I wouldn't get kicked. NAAAHAHA.
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And now, let me transform into my usual self in my classroom, an angered bitch.
There are over billion boys living in this world. One of them maybe yours, one of them maybe mine, or one of them maybe your mother's.
Oh no. I can't do this. People will kill me for this...so how about next time?
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I was very overwhelmed after seeing the results of my Filipino and English exams. My jaw actually dropped, because I really got high scores. My dad wasn't really that impressed when I told him I got this high mark in Filipino. He said that Filipino should just be an elective and mandatory subject, because it ain't that important at all. I SO AGREE. I just don't get the point why we have to study Filipino. I just don't.
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I sucked at my share-a-book blah-blah. See, I was supposed to share Digital Fortress to class last Monday, but due to time exclusions, I didn't finish it on time. I'm almost through with it, when Sir Al called my name. And I really have no choice but to report on the very cheesy The Nanny Diaries. That so sucked.
I just didn't understand why I failed my Geometry exam. I couldn't find a loophole through which I may find the real reason why I did sooo badly in the stupid test. And then, God finally gave me an answer.
.....Before the Geometry exam started, I was nervous as hell. Not that I didn't sudy or anything, but for the fact that the exam might be too cruel for me. I like Geometry, of all my subjects. This is the only subject wherein I really participate with all my might and heart(like I really have one to tell). Honestly, I became too confident that I can Ace that stupid exam too pieces. I have a reason, you see. I study VERY HARD in this subject. VERY VERY VERY hard, that it's the only subject I study day and night, even if we really don't have an assignment or anything.
I startled when I saw the exam paper. I expected 8-10 pages full of numbers. Turns out, that the GEOM teachers decided to cut the meaty part out of the test and made us calm down with only 2 pages. Yes. I definetly screwed myself up.
I can tell that Ms. Malvas was kinda disappointed with the result of my exam. When she handed me my exam paper, she inevitably shook her head and pursed her lips. So, what a bummer. I offered my whole quarter for Geometry and all I got was this test paper with a failing mark on it. Just swallow me up, Lord. Just swallow me up.
I told my dad the whole story. I thought he'll kill me, and he'll eventually cancel his plans of giving me the Powerbook of my dreams, but then all things came to a halt and he still gave me the $300 I was begging for a new phone since forever. Talk about opposites, they rock.
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I was on my way to my room, which is in the 3rd floor of the Annex building and in the demo room, when I saw this batchmate. I can tell she was a member of the Big Brain's clan, my term for those DD people. This DD wasn't al that cool. I mean, other DD people are really cool, but this one, nah. I've already seen her before, even when I was still a Freshmen. She looks very smart, and nerdy, the look I'm aiming for the whole time.
And after a pre-cumbered day, I was now on my way down to my jungle bus. And guess who I saw again in fromt of me with that green/brown bag with red linings? Yes, there she goes again. Now, it looks as if she's limp or something, like somebody got mad and decided to kick her. But still.
I think God is giving me a sign. Like I should study harder so I wouldn't get kicked. NAAAHAHA.
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And now, let me transform into my usual self in my classroom, an angered bitch.
There are over billion boys living in this world. One of them maybe yours, one of them maybe mine, or one of them maybe your mother's.
Oh no. I can't do this. People will kill me for this...so how about next time?
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I was very overwhelmed after seeing the results of my Filipino and English exams. My jaw actually dropped, because I really got high scores. My dad wasn't really that impressed when I told him I got this high mark in Filipino. He said that Filipino should just be an elective and mandatory subject, because it ain't that important at all. I SO AGREE. I just don't get the point why we have to study Filipino. I just don't.
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I sucked at my share-a-book blah-blah. See, I was supposed to share Digital Fortress to class last Monday, but due to time exclusions, I didn't finish it on time. I'm almost through with it, when Sir Al called my name. And I really have no choice but to report on the very cheesy The Nanny Diaries. That so sucked.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
How unfortunate.
Exams are over and...I'm STILL beat. This geometry exam thing is still pounding hard on my head. Ay nako. Pwede sana ma-perfect, kaso hindi eh. Hindi na-perfect. So, up to this very day, I'm still counting on either my computer or trigonometry exma to see if the score wil sky-rocket to my father's brain way over there in Poland to buy me a new and spanking phone, namely, N91. Oh Goodness. Talk about real beauty
Hmm...I went yesterday to Rica's for the 2nd time this month to watch the infamous 'And Your Mother Too'. I enjoyed it..hahah....not that I touched something or anything WET for that matter. But whatever. The stinker part in the friday fun scene was that my sister, who also went out with her friends in Shang, was able to watch the unperturbed CLICK. I know, right? Cruel world, I'm tellin ALL of you.
One thing that made me think twice about being angry with my mom is the answer to the question I asked her last night...which is..
Mama: Oyen alam mo ba, kamukha mo lolo mo.
Me: Yuck. Insulto kaya yun.
Mama: Anu ba, yung isa mong lolo. Ung American
Me: Oh? ayos.
Mama: Napaginipan ko siya kagabi eh.
Me: Ma, considered ka bang Amerasian? Parang si Jenny Suico, yung sa PBB?
Mama: Oo. halata ba?
So that's why her surname's not really American-ish! I thought she was really faking the idea that her dad's from Estados Unidos. Big Time, mehn!
And just moments ago (or actually hours), I went to my class's practice for the songfest over there at Raia's house in Parkwood. It was great. Yes, I even thought that we won't be able to finish up anything. But, with the power of the foods and the ever fun-filled laughtrips with Paolo, we were able to polish the song and add some choreos with it. Fun Fun Fun.
Now please let me be emotional for a second.
People change. For a moment, he starts to like you, and for another moment, he starts to hate you. But I don't know if there is a specific scientific explanation for this phenomena, but still. Wierdness is not considered a reason why these people change. It's either they found out you're the one behind the Heathrow Airport bombing thing, or you are just tad ugly that they hate you to pieces. So to conclude everything up, PEOPLE DO SUCK after all. You just need to look within them to find their state of suckiness.
God, you people suck. Especially you, Ms. Mango. You suck to pieces.
Hmm...I went yesterday to Rica's for the 2nd time this month to watch the infamous 'And Your Mother Too'. I enjoyed it..hahah....not that I touched something or anything WET for that matter. But whatever. The stinker part in the friday fun scene was that my sister, who also went out with her friends in Shang, was able to watch the unperturbed CLICK. I know, right? Cruel world, I'm tellin ALL of you.
One thing that made me think twice about being angry with my mom is the answer to the question I asked her last night...which is..
Mama: Oyen alam mo ba, kamukha mo lolo mo.
Me: Yuck. Insulto kaya yun.
Mama: Anu ba, yung isa mong lolo. Ung American
Me: Oh? ayos.
Mama: Napaginipan ko siya kagabi eh.
Me: Ma, considered ka bang Amerasian? Parang si Jenny Suico, yung sa PBB?
Mama: Oo. halata ba?
So that's why her surname's not really American-ish! I thought she was really faking the idea that her dad's from Estados Unidos. Big Time, mehn!
And just moments ago (or actually hours), I went to my class's practice for the songfest over there at Raia's house in Parkwood. It was great. Yes, I even thought that we won't be able to finish up anything. But, with the power of the foods and the ever fun-filled laughtrips with Paolo, we were able to polish the song and add some choreos with it. Fun Fun Fun.
Now please let me be emotional for a second.
People change. For a moment, he starts to like you, and for another moment, he starts to hate you. But I don't know if there is a specific scientific explanation for this phenomena, but still. Wierdness is not considered a reason why these people change. It's either they found out you're the one behind the Heathrow Airport bombing thing, or you are just tad ugly that they hate you to pieces. So to conclude everything up, PEOPLE DO SUCK after all. You just need to look within them to find their state of suckiness.
God, you people suck. Especially you, Ms. Mango. You suck to pieces.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
new layout, old brains
Ok, I know this layout sucks like ass, but forgive me. Stewie Griffin is now the my new fantasy. Now let us all dump those swimming coaches and Beavis and Buttheads.
How crucial. the first quarter examination would start tomorrow, but look what I'm doing. I. Am. Such. A. Doofus. But anyways, the exams for tomorrow is just computer...t.he...and..oh shit, Chem. Good luck to moi.
How lucky in love could you get? I saw my 'silay' last Saturday, which has been a very very very OMG experience. Because people like him/her(just to be sure) don't get to be visible in your eye on weekends. But still. And, a new thing sprung to life. Ha. I'll elaborate it if it develops furthermore.
Let me have a deal with all of you guys(NOT INCLUDING THOSE WHO ARE OUTSIDE OF THE PHIL.), if i'd be able to ace that geometry exam, I'll treat you guys something very......math-ish.
OKaaaaaaaaaay. I gots to study first. tsaww.
How crucial. the first quarter examination would start tomorrow, but look what I'm doing. I. Am. Such. A. Doofus. But anyways, the exams for tomorrow is just computer...t.he...and..oh shit, Chem. Good luck to moi.
How lucky in love could you get? I saw my 'silay' last Saturday, which has been a very very very OMG experience. Because people like him/her(just to be sure) don't get to be visible in your eye on weekends. But still. And, a new thing sprung to life. Ha. I'll elaborate it if it develops furthermore.
Let me have a deal with all of you guys(NOT INCLUDING THOSE WHO ARE OUTSIDE OF THE PHIL.), if i'd be able to ace that geometry exam, I'll treat you guys something very......math-ish.
OKaaaaaaaaaay. I gots to study first. tsaww.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
And all of it wasn't really fun.
God. Beavis and Butthead like sucked 2 days ago. So I'm probably gonna change the layout this afternoon along with the making of my layout for my photo essay in Englis. Oh, yeaah. It's gonna be a suuuper looooooooooong afternoon. But whatever.
I just went to a field trip.
No...wrong wrong...I went to a field trip.
Yeah. That's right. I went to a field trip that sucked like me.
Yes. Yesterday.
Ok, enough of that. I went to a field trip yesterday along with my classmates and those other people in the other rooms. And I'm gonna tell you what really happened CHRONOLOGICALLY.
1. I woke up very late and the first thing I did was to get my Nano in the car to feed it with electric current so that I may have to use it. How stupid. So after all the jimbos and blah-blahs, I waited downstairs for my sister and my mom. Turns out that they are STILL sleeping. Yes, such a cruel world.
2.After the sleepy-heads had woken their butts off and did their thing, we all got in the car to pick Monica in her house. No NO. I don't want to talk about this part, mainly because it's all full of crap.
3. We are so dead. We were the late ones to arrive and I really thought that the bus would leave us. Yeah, right.
4. Ok. I'm gonna summarize EVERYTHING from this part. We went to caves and caves with pools of fresh water in it. That's it. Not really fun.
Ok. I'm gonna go post another one soon. My stiff neck's killing me.
I just went to a field trip.
No...wrong wrong...I went to a field trip.
Yeah. That's right. I went to a field trip that sucked like me.
Yes. Yesterday.
Ok, enough of that. I went to a field trip yesterday along with my classmates and those other people in the other rooms. And I'm gonna tell you what really happened CHRONOLOGICALLY.
1. I woke up very late and the first thing I did was to get my Nano in the car to feed it with electric current so that I may have to use it. How stupid. So after all the jimbos and blah-blahs, I waited downstairs for my sister and my mom. Turns out that they are STILL sleeping. Yes, such a cruel world.
2.After the sleepy-heads had woken their butts off and did their thing, we all got in the car to pick Monica in her house. No NO. I don't want to talk about this part, mainly because it's all full of crap.
3. We are so dead. We were the late ones to arrive and I really thought that the bus would leave us. Yeah, right.
4. Ok. I'm gonna summarize EVERYTHING from this part. We went to caves and caves with pools of fresh water in it. That's it. Not really fun.
Ok. I'm gonna go post another one soon. My stiff neck's killing me.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Being Serious is Just Not Me. Well..except for my studies, that is.
After being to my last reatreat in The Prayer House, I'm still not a new and improved person just like those milk cartons that are sterilized. Instead, I'm just one of those expired goodies with tampered best before seals. Talk about foods.
The sole reason is I didin't take it really seriously. I mean, I didn't really cried in parts where you have to cry, or reflect in parts when you have to reflect. Instead, the previous retreat made me more hypocritic. Is there really a God? If there really is, why is there such thing as hell? So many questions to ask, so few people to answer those.
But I guess the retreat was fun. And no, it wasn't the food that made me jump for joy, but instead it was the activities. Surprisingly, it made me bond with my new classmates. Sure I bonded, but I still didin't learned anything from it all.
One thing that made me happy about the palancas is that people now recognize your being brainy. I mean last year, I only got those palancas saying that you're "fun to be with" or "responsible". Not a single one saying I'm smart. The verdict? Simply because I'm a whole new person this year. I've been devoted to my studies since the start of school. I study in advance, read in advance, understand in advance, and plan in advance. Everything is in advance. I guess that's the secret to fulfill your future, which is to see through it.
One sign that you're making good stuffs in school is when your teacher starts NOT forgetting your name, or when she stops calling you because it's your name her eyes got caught on ON the seat plan, or you just seemed to be the quiet person. In my first to second week of school, that's the first thing I feared; To be called to answer a question you don't have a clue about. I don't want my classmates and myself to know that I can't do a simple thing such as answering a simple question. W-w-wait...why am I even talking about this? okay. stop.
And now, there are still 2 weeks left before the 1st quarter exams. And as of my lates computations, I still need to have almost 10 % to pass my quizzes in Chem. And to my surprise, I keep getting perfect scores in Filipino, the subject I hate the most. Wow, Oyen. Magic!
Okaaay..gots to do projects and school things. See ya guys around.
The sole reason is I didin't take it really seriously. I mean, I didn't really cried in parts where you have to cry, or reflect in parts when you have to reflect. Instead, the previous retreat made me more hypocritic. Is there really a God? If there really is, why is there such thing as hell? So many questions to ask, so few people to answer those.
But I guess the retreat was fun. And no, it wasn't the food that made me jump for joy, but instead it was the activities. Surprisingly, it made me bond with my new classmates. Sure I bonded, but I still didin't learned anything from it all.
One thing that made me happy about the palancas is that people now recognize your being brainy. I mean last year, I only got those palancas saying that you're "fun to be with" or "responsible". Not a single one saying I'm smart. The verdict? Simply because I'm a whole new person this year. I've been devoted to my studies since the start of school. I study in advance, read in advance, understand in advance, and plan in advance. Everything is in advance. I guess that's the secret to fulfill your future, which is to see through it.
One sign that you're making good stuffs in school is when your teacher starts NOT forgetting your name, or when she stops calling you because it's your name her eyes got caught on ON the seat plan, or you just seemed to be the quiet person. In my first to second week of school, that's the first thing I feared; To be called to answer a question you don't have a clue about. I don't want my classmates and myself to know that I can't do a simple thing such as answering a simple question. W-w-wait...why am I even talking about this? okay. stop.
And now, there are still 2 weeks left before the 1st quarter exams. And as of my lates computations, I still need to have almost 10 % to pass my quizzes in Chem. And to my surprise, I keep getting perfect scores in Filipino, the subject I hate the most. Wow, Oyen. Magic!
Okaaay..gots to do projects and school things. See ya guys around.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Sick and Obssessed(whatever the spelling is.).
How unlucky could you get? Really unlucky, I guess. I was more than overwhelmed when I learned that I'm sick. Sickity sick sick.
How worse?
-40 degrees.
The Reason?
-My mom made us WALK form Megamall to Podium on a VERY RAINY Wednesday.
The Conclusion?
-Never use the small umbrella again. Everr.
The Consequences?
-I have the option to either not go to school or go to school. If I go to school tomorrow, I'll have to suffer the powerful stench of Monday as a no-geom but no-chem but with T.H.E day. But then again, I HAVE to go to school tomorrow because the batch eliminations of that stupid English jingle is on Tuesday already, and I'm one of the 20 performers. Oh well, I'll just wish that the GOVERNMENT would just cancel classes tomorrow because it's SONA time once again, people.
Oh God. I really need 43793749 million boxes of painkillers. My whole body aches like hell. Well,....uh..except for the hands, that is.
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I'm morphing into another random girl across the street who has a crush on a another unreal married man. Oh yes. Like I care FIFA closed itself a week ago with Italia as the champion and as Zidane as the angry mountain goat. KAKA will always be my Brazilian hottie.
Okaay...so Beckham is the REAL hottie around football..but is he really that good? David Beckham is the football version of the renowned tennis player, Anna Kournikova. They look good, but do they play good? Nah, they don't.
So..what about Kaka?Funny the call him that, but that nickname of his was originally made by his little brother. As all of you may probably know, Kaka's real name is Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite. Yes. I know. We all know. It's really long. That's the same thought his little brother had. So instead of calling his brother Ricardo, the little brother started calling him Kaka. Oh. How cute.
Kaka is the midfielder of the Brazilian team. If you watched the previous World Cup, Juan and Kaka looked extremely alike, but Juan looks really old.
If Ronaldinhio looks good as Kaka, I would've fallen for that horse too. But sadly, Ronaldinhio is just the celia inside Kaka's nose.
KAKA is LOVE. everyone. KAKA is LUBBB.
How worse?
-40 degrees.
The Reason?
-My mom made us WALK form Megamall to Podium on a VERY RAINY Wednesday.
The Conclusion?
-Never use the small umbrella again. Everr.
The Consequences?
-I have the option to either not go to school or go to school. If I go to school tomorrow, I'll have to suffer the powerful stench of Monday as a no-geom but no-chem but with T.H.E day. But then again, I HAVE to go to school tomorrow because the batch eliminations of that stupid English jingle is on Tuesday already, and I'm one of the 20 performers. Oh well, I'll just wish that the GOVERNMENT would just cancel classes tomorrow because it's SONA time once again, people.
Oh God. I really need 43793749 million boxes of painkillers. My whole body aches like hell. Well,....uh..except for the hands, that is.
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I'm morphing into another random girl across the street who has a crush on a another unreal married man. Oh yes. Like I care FIFA closed itself a week ago with Italia as the champion and as Zidane as the angry mountain goat. KAKA will always be my Brazilian hottie.
Okaay...so Beckham is the REAL hottie around football..but is he really that good? David Beckham is the football version of the renowned tennis player, Anna Kournikova. They look good, but do they play good? Nah, they don't.
So..what about Kaka?Funny the call him that, but that nickname of his was originally made by his little brother. As all of you may probably know, Kaka's real name is Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite. Yes. I know. We all know. It's really long. That's the same thought his little brother had. So instead of calling his brother Ricardo, the little brother started calling him Kaka. Oh. How cute.
Kaka is the midfielder of the Brazilian team. If you watched the previous World Cup, Juan and Kaka looked extremely alike, but Juan looks really old.
If Ronaldinhio looks good as Kaka, I would've fallen for that horse too. But sadly, Ronaldinhio is just the celia inside Kaka's nose.
KAKA is LOVE. everyone. KAKA is LUBBB.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Overreacting is not really good. I can tell.
I can now conclude that I am doing good in...school. Yeah, that's right. I'm finally doing something I can be proud of...STUDYING. haha. eeew, I know.
It seems that I'm enjoying every minute of all the subjects EXCEPT:
-Filipino
-need I say more? I've been hating Filipino for all my life. So can you please give me a reason of why should I love it now?
-PE
-I will hate all the sport we will be doing this year except swimming. Um., duh?
-CL
-I'm so sorry, but I'm not really that religious. I mean, like Filipino, I've hated this subject every single day. I know that I'm studying in a prestigious Catholic school...and I'm Catholic..and stuff like that..but I really hate discussing and hearing the topics all over and over again. It's very tiring.
It seems that I'm enjoying every minute of all the subjects EXCEPT:
-Filipino
-need I say more? I've been hating Filipino for all my life. So can you please give me a reason of why should I love it now?
-PE
-I will hate all the sport we will be doing this year except swimming. Um., duh?
-CL
-I'm so sorry, but I'm not really that religious. I mean, like Filipino, I've hated this subject every single day. I know that I'm studying in a prestigious Catholic school...and I'm Catholic..and stuff like that..but I really hate discussing and hearing the topics all over and over again. It's very tiring.
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I hate my GIFT. I wanna go to the swimming GIFT mainly because..
-I lack the stupid requirements such as..Adobe Photoshop/Paint Shop Pro/Corel. Damn. It's too expensive.
-The facilitator said that we should use Mac in terms of platforms. Oh goodness.
-The people in my GIFT are extremely gifted in Digital Imaging. I am neither their descendant nor someone who is like them. So therefore, I don't deserve to be somewhere where thy're in or near in. Oh God.
But finally..OH YEAH GOD finally, I can use my trans-boys powers to move to another GIFT.
Okay. gotta go. gotta do some Chem, Geom and His homeworks.
-I lack the stupid requirements such as..Adobe Photoshop/Paint Shop Pro/Corel. Damn. It's too expensive.
-The facilitator said that we should use Mac in terms of platforms. Oh goodness.
-The people in my GIFT are extremely gifted in Digital Imaging. I am neither their descendant nor someone who is like them. So therefore, I don't deserve to be somewhere where thy're in or near in. Oh God.
But finally..OH YEAH GOD finally, I can use my trans-boys powers to move to another GIFT.
Okay. gotta go. gotta do some Chem, Geom and His homeworks.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
can I go to California with Kyla?
I hate it.
I hate hate hate it.
The idea of another friend leaving me is really making me die. God, why are you doing this to me? It seems that You're making me realize that I don't need friends, or people don't need a scumbag in their lives. How pathetic.
Kyla Bianca Patron will be leaving the Philippines for good in...6 hours. I've got 6 hours to kill, so why am I not using it? Oh. Because I'm fed up. I'm fed up with all these people leaving me here in stinkin' Philippines.
I don't get it why I'm bawling and wailing right now. It is either I'll surely miss Kyla because a good friend like her is a rare find,,,or I'm reminded of what R exactly did. You people just don't like me.
But I'm so not in the mood to talk about it right now. Maybe some other day.
Bye Kyla. I'll reaaaaaaaaaaally miss you.
I hate hate hate it.
The idea of another friend leaving me is really making me die. God, why are you doing this to me? It seems that You're making me realize that I don't need friends, or people don't need a scumbag in their lives. How pathetic.
Kyla Bianca Patron will be leaving the Philippines for good in...6 hours. I've got 6 hours to kill, so why am I not using it? Oh. Because I'm fed up. I'm fed up with all these people leaving me here in stinkin' Philippines.
I don't get it why I'm bawling and wailing right now. It is either I'll surely miss Kyla because a good friend like her is a rare find,,,or I'm reminded of what R exactly did. You people just don't like me.
But I'm so not in the mood to talk about it right now. Maybe some other day.
Bye Kyla. I'll reaaaaaaaaaaally miss you.
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
I've made it this far. and nobody cares.
tch. Who would've thought I'll made it this far in school with teachers who are so irritating? Yes, bungholes. Hurray!
It seems that I'm wanting things that doesn't really make any sense. Like for instance, I really really want a Faber-Castell 48 coloring pencils to death. And a pair of glasses for my nearsighted eyes so I wouldn't have to copy my notes from someone else's. And a new lock for my locker that has this vault-style extravaganza. And a new Nike bag. And a new Nike wallet, even though I don't do wallets. And a new iPod, because my Nano is so last year. And a new Macbook Pro, because it's so gorgeous. And a wireless LAN adapter to go with it. and a wireless router for my room only. And lotsa-lotsa more.
Ever since this year started, I'm feeling old. Like we have an authority to do things or something. It's really unexplainable, but now I have to be ready for some new changes. It's very much like..'Hey, I've finished my sophomore year notso smoothly, so why worry?'. But, it seems so unbelievable that we will soon be leaving St. Paul. Noo. I so don't want to leave high school.
I am such a gut. It seems that when I'm bored, the first thing that comes in my mind to do is to STUDY. yes. you got it right. STUDYYYYY. I love studying.
Oh no. Next week's the GIFT thingy. No more early dismissals! dammit! I've made a really wrong decision in choosing Digital Imaging as my first choice. Isn't it obvious? the picture above is just the most screwed-up thing I've ever made besides to the ripe nuggets I've cooked earlier. I should've picked swimming instead. 'Sana may screening! Para sa 2nd choice ko sana ako pasok!' whatever.
It seems that I'm wanting things that doesn't really make any sense. Like for instance, I really really want a Faber-Castell 48 coloring pencils to death. And a pair of glasses for my nearsighted eyes so I wouldn't have to copy my notes from someone else's. And a new lock for my locker that has this vault-style extravaganza. And a new Nike bag. And a new Nike wallet, even though I don't do wallets. And a new iPod, because my Nano is so last year. And a new Macbook Pro, because it's so gorgeous. And a wireless LAN adapter to go with it. and a wireless router for my room only. And lotsa-lotsa more.
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Ever since this year started, I'm feeling old. Like we have an authority to do things or something. It's really unexplainable, but now I have to be ready for some new changes. It's very much like..'Hey, I've finished my sophomore year notso smoothly, so why worry?'. But, it seems so unbelievable that we will soon be leaving St. Paul. Noo. I so don't want to leave high school.
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I am such a gut. It seems that when I'm bored, the first thing that comes in my mind to do is to STUDY. yes. you got it right. STUDYYYYY. I love studying.
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Oh no. Next week's the GIFT thingy. No more early dismissals! dammit! I've made a really wrong decision in choosing Digital Imaging as my first choice. Isn't it obvious? the picture above is just the most screwed-up thing I've ever made besides to the ripe nuggets I've cooked earlier. I should've picked swimming instead. 'Sana may screening! Para sa 2nd choice ko sana ako pasok!' whatever.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
violent reactions? nah. just plain old tantrums.
School started out just fine and guh-reat. I wasn't as nervous as last year's, but I wasn't as confident as any popular kid would be. I knew that people would all be screaming questions at me of why and what I screwed up my hair. And it all began with my voice perplexing loud to Marty's face:"Di ako nagpa-thperm!" Oh moma.
We were all ordered to get out and move towards the Gym, through which we'll be greeted and welcomed ala Harry Potter style...with the 4 year levels representing the 4 houses, the Gym as the magical Great Hall and Sis. Agana as Albus Dumbledore. Forgive me. I've been watching too much Harry Potter movies these days. But it will be sooo cute when that really happens.
I liked everything except for these things.
-Our temporary/permanent classroom is half of demo room god-knows-what number. The stupid features? We get the sink, the gas range, no lockers, uneven seating arrangements, the noise of the other half of the demo room and the room itself is just too damn cold.
-Boring but really hard subjects.
-Boring teachers.
Same-same. At least we're not in e-class and our adviser's normal for that matter.
ookay. I've done a lot of homeworks already..studied...stuff stuffs...so now...quiz time!
I'm such a goofball. Everyone in my vicinity calls me a stupid ass in math and I got this? Way to go, fool.
And this...this...all I wanna say is...THANKS DAD!
okie. you people can now conclude that I spend too much time in quiz farm. stop. stop.
We were all ordered to get out and move towards the Gym, through which we'll be greeted and welcomed ala Harry Potter style...with the 4 year levels representing the 4 houses, the Gym as the magical Great Hall and Sis. Agana as Albus Dumbledore. Forgive me. I've been watching too much Harry Potter movies these days. But it will be sooo cute when that really happens.
I liked everything except for these things.
-Our temporary/permanent classroom is half of demo room god-knows-what number. The stupid features? We get the sink, the gas range, no lockers, uneven seating arrangements, the noise of the other half of the demo room and the room itself is just too damn cold.
-Boring but really hard subjects.
-Boring teachers.
Same-same. At least we're not in e-class and our adviser's normal for that matter.
ookay. I've done a lot of homeworks already..studied...stuff stuffs...so now...quiz time!
You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!
What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com |
English? Since when did ENGLISH became my expertise? Oh yeah, like, right now? Eew no. As in, noo 'effing way. (haha. reminds me of my musical classmate.)
Now here we see a very unexpected result of a very blah-blah quiz. I so can't believe this. I'm still waiting for that moment in my life when my dad will officially be proud of me because I can program Java faster than him, and this all falls down.
 | You scored as Mathlete. You are a mathlete. You wear your calculator with pride. Hardcore.
What type of nerd are you? created with QuizFarm.com |
I'm such a goofball. Everyone in my vicinity calls me a stupid ass in math and I got this? Way to go, fool.
And this...this...all I wanna say is...THANKS DAD!
You scored as Computer Geek. You have worked on a computer or two. You know your way around the inner workings of a computer.
Computers Nerd Test? created with QuizFarm.com |
okie. you people can now conclude that I spend too much time in quiz farm. stop. stop.
Monday, June 12, 2006
And then I decided to change my layout.
Enjoying the new Beavis and Butthead layout, bloggy? Good, because I went through a lot of trouble to make it.
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To really ode it to you, bloggy, I'm not feeling the back to school essence. I know there is this essence wherein some students get really excited, and start buying school stuffs and there are those who grumbles and calls for another week of 'summer' vacation. Like hell I care if you guys start buying your bags out. My mom like bought me a school bag in the last week of March. Just tad too early. This brought me to great misery. 'Now what am I gonna do now?'
It's the numbest feeling you could get, not feeling that next week is the week you'll be starting to waste another year again, that is. It really hits me that even if I and some people try to study and try to make up for our parent's money spent on the humongous tuition, we just can't do it. I don't give good advices, so I'll just leave it here with two head-panging and stupidity-activating words:DAMN IT.
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I'm starting to realize that I'm such a pig turd(oh wow. it's about time.). I mean, what can I do?
I can't:
-cook (I hate fires.)
-iron out clothes and hair for that matter(I so hate fires.)
-kill cockroaches
-be flexible (like my XXXXXL thighs aren't BIG enough)
and much much more.:(( I'm gonna die, I'm tellin ya. So soon, that I'm gonna go order my coffin tomorrow. I'll prefer a black for a color.
Hmm. I went to Shang last Friday with Kyla and Monica. Took pictures with Volvo robots..watched the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious The Omen and went to the washroom after that. And stop. What went next? I'm really gonna tell ya. (oh yes siree, Monica. I'm really gonna go type this 'incident' here).
Monica and Kyla went in line for a certain cubicle in the washroom, Me, a very anemic person who's not really in the mood for pee at that time, stood at a corner very near the line[but I'm not really in the line. so just near it.]. I'm just staring at a corner when someone went asking if I'm in the line. I quickly replied my "NO", waited for 5 seconds, and decided to went out of the washroom. I went directly to Powerbooks to check if they have new books like the Charmed Thirds and stuffs like that. It took me 5 minutes to realize that that someone who asked me if I'm line is a celebrity. She's Maxine Magalona. har-dee-har-har.
I suddenly got the thought that I should've said my "NO" in my most celebrity-ish way. Like with certain hand gestures and voice tones. In that way, she would be interested in a non-existent conversation with me. Haha. akala. "NO" lang naman yung sinabi ko eh. parang may nabawas sa laway ko nun.
ookay. gotta go. gotta go cover some books.
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It's kinda official. I'm in room 6 AGAIN. After the delirious year of being a 2-6, here welcomes me a 3-6. I hate hate it. Just the 6(sexiness? ha. whatever.)-iness, not my classmates. Well..uhmm..okay. So some of them.
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To really ode it to you, bloggy, I'm not feeling the back to school essence. I know there is this essence wherein some students get really excited, and start buying school stuffs and there are those who grumbles and calls for another week of 'summer' vacation. Like hell I care if you guys start buying your bags out. My mom like bought me a school bag in the last week of March. Just tad too early. This brought me to great misery. 'Now what am I gonna do now?'
It's the numbest feeling you could get, not feeling that next week is the week you'll be starting to waste another year again, that is. It really hits me that even if I and some people try to study and try to make up for our parent's money spent on the humongous tuition, we just can't do it. I don't give good advices, so I'll just leave it here with two head-panging and stupidity-activating words:DAMN IT.
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I'm starting to realize that I'm such a pig turd(oh wow. it's about time.). I mean, what can I do?
I can't:
-cook (I hate fires.)
-iron out clothes and hair for that matter(I so hate fires.)
-kill cockroaches
-be flexible (like my XXXXXL thighs aren't BIG enough)
and much much more.:(( I'm gonna die, I'm tellin ya. So soon, that I'm gonna go order my coffin tomorrow. I'll prefer a black for a color.
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Hmm. I went to Shang last Friday with Kyla and Monica. Took pictures with Volvo robots..watched the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious The Omen and went to the washroom after that. And stop. What went next? I'm really gonna tell ya. (oh yes siree, Monica. I'm really gonna go type this 'incident' here).
Monica and Kyla went in line for a certain cubicle in the washroom, Me, a very anemic person who's not really in the mood for pee at that time, stood at a corner very near the line[but I'm not really in the line. so just near it.]. I'm just staring at a corner when someone went asking if I'm in the line. I quickly replied my "NO", waited for 5 seconds, and decided to went out of the washroom. I went directly to Powerbooks to check if they have new books like the Charmed Thirds and stuffs like that. It took me 5 minutes to realize that that someone who asked me if I'm line is a celebrity. She's Maxine Magalona. har-dee-har-har.
I suddenly got the thought that I should've said my "NO" in my most celebrity-ish way. Like with certain hand gestures and voice tones. In that way, she would be interested in a non-existent conversation with me. Haha. akala. "NO" lang naman yung sinabi ko eh. parang may nabawas sa laway ko nun.
ookay. gotta go. gotta go cover some books.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Nifty.
Guess where I went in the past 4 days. Come on, guess. It's easy. It starts with a B, it's the summer capital of the Philippines and two words, Barrel Man.
Get it? Yes. It's Baguio. How extravagant. For that correct guess, you'll get a penis keyring. You can claim your prize in here. Riight.
Ok. So I went to Baguio last Wednesday with my aunt and some bunch of other doctors from The Medical City. Oh yes, TOTAL big time.
Oh, and what was I, a nobody, got inside a trip for doctors? FORRRR doctors? I dunno. I guess it's allowed for them to bring in their maids, so the niftiest aunt in the world thought of inviting me. She doesn't have her own maid, so she might as well bring her maid-looking niece. How tragic.
So, to summarize things up, I've enjoyed it. Not totally, because most of the time, I'd rather spent my precious time in the Hotel Elizabeth rather than going with some bunch of doctors going either to a convention or some wag-wagan(ukay-ukay/shops selling used clothes) in front of Burnham Park. And you know what made this trip awesome? Oh yes. The Biggie treatment. We were treated as if we're kings and queens of some big island in the Meditarreanean. And everything else were free. All of it, minus the money spent on souvenirs, ukays, and extra food, in case we're in the mood to really pig ourselves out.
And another thing, I suffered a minor injury that goes by the name BUTTACHE/ASSACHE. I mean, it would be redundant if you're not experiencing it if you're traveling by land or air(I get really bad assaches on planes.)cause duh, where the hell would your butt be? on the driver's face, perhaps?
And for the record, I recieved over 70 text messages from 20 different people while I'm in B. How cutesy. But when I'm in Manila, I'd be lucky if I recieve one text message in a week. People hate me because I suck, but they'll love me if I'm in somewhere really far from them. As if I have this contagious disease. Mrf.
And if there is any doctor who is currently reading this filth right now, you guys can't really persuade me into being a doctor/nurse/red cross volunteer, or any humanitarian work. I hate saving people's lives. I just do. What's the stupid point in saving them anyway? Why just can't they fic and save themselves? In that way, all of us will be happy. Screw you, Marvel Comics people.
Get it? Yes. It's Baguio. How extravagant. For that correct guess, you'll get a penis keyring. You can claim your prize in here. Riight.
Ok. So I went to Baguio last Wednesday with my aunt and some bunch of other doctors from The Medical City. Oh yes, TOTAL big time.
Oh, and what was I, a nobody, got inside a trip for doctors? FORRRR doctors? I dunno. I guess it's allowed for them to bring in their maids, so the niftiest aunt in the world thought of inviting me. She doesn't have her own maid, so she might as well bring her maid-looking niece. How tragic.
So, to summarize things up, I've enjoyed it. Not totally, because most of the time, I'd rather spent my precious time in the Hotel Elizabeth rather than going with some bunch of doctors going either to a convention or some wag-wagan(ukay-ukay/shops selling used clothes) in front of Burnham Park. And you know what made this trip awesome? Oh yes. The Biggie treatment. We were treated as if we're kings and queens of some big island in the Meditarreanean. And everything else were free. All of it, minus the money spent on souvenirs, ukays, and extra food, in case we're in the mood to really pig ourselves out.
And another thing, I suffered a minor injury that goes by the name BUTTACHE/ASSACHE. I mean, it would be redundant if you're not experiencing it if you're traveling by land or air(I get really bad assaches on planes.)cause duh, where the hell would your butt be? on the driver's face, perhaps?
And for the record, I recieved over 70 text messages from 20 different people while I'm in B. How cutesy. But when I'm in Manila, I'd be lucky if I recieve one text message in a week. People hate me because I suck, but they'll love me if I'm in somewhere really far from them. As if I have this contagious disease. Mrf.
And if there is any doctor who is currently reading this filth right now, you guys can't really persuade me into being a doctor/nurse/red cross volunteer, or any humanitarian work. I hate saving people's lives. I just do. What's the stupid point in saving them anyway? Why just can't they fic and save themselves? In that way, all of us will be happy. Screw you, Marvel Comics people.
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