Spoiled Bread

I've never seen such a witch in this side of the bread. He's such a witch, he believes in so much mysticism and all. He even have the girls under his spell because they thik he's such a smart dude. Smart. Yeah right. I'm not even impressed at all.

Maybe the fact that he could write our lesson on the board without even looking at his notes could leave one's jaws dropped but one must also put in mind that this Mr. Panis (bread in Spanish) guy has been teaching, according to my guesstimation, more than a century. Ok, I made that up. But count his gray hairs! That alone is a proof. What I'm saying is, he's been teaching the same stuffs over and over again so it shouldn't come out as a shock if he knows history by heart.

Taking up history with him is such a suckfest it makes me want to go back to U.P.. Because back there, we didn't have to deal with dates, weird names, dates and weird names again. It was all why. Back in U.P., we masturbated intellectually, not mimic like a parrot. And my teacher there was cool, not like him who looks like as if taken straight fromthe Amish and thrown down to the modern world... which could also be a reason why he doesn't use microphones despite our dire need of it.

Bottomline is, If Mr. Panis was a bread, he's panis.

To Hell With Kaye

Just when I thought Kaye Alaba went to hell along with the money she got from my classmates and my phone, then comes her comeback. Oh fuck, not her. If there’s anyone I’d like to do a comeback, It would be anyone but Kaye.

She did pay her sins, did she? Because If she didn’t, I’ll make sure she will. Now, I may come off as a devil (and not to mention a cheapstake) right now but the hell I care. I’m not so much of a forgiving person. Well, I do forget sometimes but I do not forgive. And If by any chance I would, I’ll make sure I got even first. I do not forgive- I get even. No way would I tolerate that self-conscious, in thirst of belongingness, pretentious, social-climber bitch. Maybe her parents could but not me.

I must admit. I feel a little pang of guilt knowing I could flush someone else’s life down the toilet because of P14000. I mean, how cheap is that? But then, when did her life become expensive? She even said it herself. And besides, it was her who made her life cheap.

She even had the nerve to write a letter that she’d end her life because of what I did. Did she really think I’d fall for that? She thinks her lies were good. Well, they suck! And did she really think I’d feel guilty? Ok, I did. But on second thought, why should I? I’m the victim here. I lost my phone to think I offered her my friendship.

News has it that she’s been spotted in the mall. No, not cleaning you silly. She was strolling. Oh well, some people are just thick-skinned, aren’t they?

sloth

My holiday break didn't become the productive two weeks I wanted it to be. My books were left unopen, the Neil Gaiman novel still unfinished, and the speech unmemorized. I am such a sloth. My schedule was just busy, I guess- busy of sleeping, eating, reading(the newspaper), watching dvd's... you know, sloth things. Now, how am I gonna be on top of my field if I'm gonna stick with this kind of life?