Greetings. One more day to go before school. Damn.
To all my classmates at II-3, here's what I've gathered about our classroom:
Saint: Rose of Lima
Adviser: Ms. Canlayo/Calayo [whatever. i forgot.]
Status: DD class [aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuggghh!!!!!!!!!!]
DXE 124
It's not a plate number. First one to figure out what it means gets P50 from me. Pardon my stinginess.
veni, vidi, vici. 22:13. |
Hello there. I'm back at last. I can only go surfing on Saturdays, though. My modem's still dead. For the next five weeks, I'll be accessing the Web through an Informatics computer. Yup, I took a Photoshop class. I had to move my karate, though. Nyanya...
Only a few more days 'til school. Bleh. At least I'll be able to see stuff I haven't seen for a long time. Heeheehee. ;)
I'm thinking of getting myself a new blog at Pitas, but if I push through, I'll need to find a commenting plug-in that works with Pitas' system. Hn.
Why do some people think that long-time enemies can never stop using each other?
Meteor Garden is freaky. Lei kinda looks like Sieghart from Rave, though.
Bwahahahahahaha!!!!!!
Hn. As usual, please forgive my insanity.
veni, vidi, vici. 22:43. |
The following was supposed to be yesterday's post, but my ISP screwed up. 
I have no intention whatsoever to become a carpenter.
We fixed up our chairs last Wednesday. Sandpaper, varnish... hn. Thanks to the aroma of efficascent [?!] oil lingering in the air, our classroom smelled like a senior citizen drenched in paint. Blech.
I have no intention whatsoever to become a laundrywoman.
THE practicum was today. I put laundry clips on my pigtails. Mrs. Magtrayo messed up our clothes. *Some* people need to know how to share faucets. [ju, you know who *she* is. grr. wanna kick her?] I got a measly 25 out of 30 because I forgot to turn my wash inside out. Laundering is weird. When I get my own house, I'm going to be sensible and spend my hard-earned moolah on a washing machine instead of a cumbersome pail and basin set. Gah...
Bathing is good.
Tuesday -- karate. I came home, sticky. What did I do? Bathe.
Wednesday -- sanding. I came home, dusty. What did I do? Bathe.
Thursday -- clubs. Room 2 was too hot for my liking. I came home, needing a temperature change. What did I do? Bathe.
Today -- practicum and first Friday mass. I got incinerated in my gala uniform. Good thing I brought my normal uniform
. Laundering, as I've stated before, was hell. I came home, hot and dirty. What did I do? Bathe!! Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
Please pardon my insanity. To those of you licensed to bonk me on the head [this means you, nana], please do so before I start observing Frances' breathing patterns.
[Breathing patterns? Hee!
Frances: (sleeping)
Me: (bored, sits in front of Frances) Oooh... The great Frances is inhaling...
exhaling...
inhaling...
exhaling...
Frances: (wakes up, freaked out)
Ah... the things one does to thwart boredom. Mwahahaha!]
My parents made me listen to 80's music while driving home. Eurgh. I should've brought my D-man.
Hey...
Abi, my PS7 CD on Monday.
Frances, my Macromedia/Adobe CD on Monday.
Ju, my PhP10 on Monday.
'laine, we talk on Monday. If you don't, give me back my money. -glare-
Today is March 8. Happy birthday, Rej!! Matanda ka na!
Na, hope ya pass both your DD tests!
Off to karate, then. Bwahahahaha!
veni, vidi, vici. 15:29. |
I'm Still Here -- Johnny Rzeznik
I am a question to the world,
Not an answer to be heard.
All a moment that's held in your arms.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I don't listen anyway…
You ignore me,
And I’ll never be what you want me to be.
And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, not a man.
You can take me and throw me away.
And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here all alone.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.
And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
The don’t know me,
'Cause I’m not here.
And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can break me
As long as I know who I am
And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
They can’t see me,
But I’m still here.
They can’t tell me who to be,
‘Cause I’m not what they see.
And the world is still sleepin’,
While I keep on dreamin’ for me.
And they’ll want to just whispers,
And lies that I’ll never believe.
And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
I’m the one now,
‘Cause I’m still here.
I’m the one,
‘Cause I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I just saw Treasure Planet. The animation was gorgeous, but the plot left much to be desired. Bleh.
Geez, there's school again tomorrow.
veni, vidi, vici. 23:57. |
Wow. It's been long -- too long -- since I last posted. Hn.
I'm not sick anymore! Mwahahaha!
Writer's block is bad. I'm still slightly suffering from it.
Can mint really make you sterile? As in, unable to reproduce? Hm...
Prosecution. I am the prosecution. Is that bad?
Today, Saturday, was supposed to be hyper day, but I had to go to school. Bleh. What could be worse than school on a weekend?
Blargh!! Mwahahaha!
veni, vidi, vici. 02:36. |
38 degrees Celsius. Two layers of blankets... still freezing.
I am sick. I do not like being sick. I do not like being sick because I cannot do things that I normally do, such as attend my karate classes.
No classes next Monday and Tuesday, extra day of school next Saturday. I hate school. I do not want to spend my Saturday listening to Sir Bau drone on and on about simple machines. I do not want to take Miss Camacho's asinine summative test either.
I can't think of anything yaoi. Damn, I need to heal soon. Na, maybe I should've gone home last Friday like you said. Hn. 
veni, vidi, vici. 18:17. |
Miss Tidon said to immortalize what we did for Homeroom today. Here goes...
Diane is patient, Diane is kind.
Diane is not jealous, or self-important, or puffed up.
Diane is not rude and does not seek her own interests.
Diane is not quick-tempered.
Diane is not quick-tempered.
Diane does not brood over injury.
Diane does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
Diane bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Ah, finished. Those lines do not personify me.
Alpo tastes a lot better than Eukanuba. Yes, I taste my dog's food. Wanna try some with me?
My parents' masseuse came over. They decided who was to go first in a very strange way: paper-scissors=rock. Second childhood? Hn.
There are frogs (doused in formaline) lining the sophomore's section of the fourth floor corridor. Cool.
Our morality play's due tomorrow. =crosses fingers=
veni, vidi, vici. 01:43. |