Barely Legal

I guess have to don my birthday suit because I'm finally turning 18. Yeah! right? Right? Wrong. Its more like a boo because I'm getting a year older! And as for my birthday suit... well, maybe. When I finally lose my mind! haha.I still couldn't believe it. I was a kid of rockstar dreams, wet dreams and laziness yesterday but.... wait a minute! I still am a kid of rockstar dreams, wet dreams and laziness. Mom and dad, I do wanna change. But not now. Maybe tomorrow. But what I like about being in the legal age is that I can now do "adult" stuffs like drinking,sex,etc... OK. I'm not gonna go that far. yet. Besides, I seldom drink. I quit smoking. I'm still a untouched. hehe

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?

sunny, where art thou?

Finally the sun shown up after a few days of hibernation! Where the hell have you been sunny? Christmas wasn't the fun I expected to be. It was... dull. And I didn't even know the reason why. If it wasn't for my friend Caryl who texted and asked me how my Christmas was, I wouldn't have found out the reason why Christmas wasn't Christmasy. It was because of the sun. The sun wasn't where it supposed to be was... And *****'s not-being-able-to-reply act didn't even have the slightest effect. Really. Really! Well ok, It did... but just a bit. Besides, I'm not so into her anymore.

Follow you? You're kidding, right?

I really hate it when people with no authority act as if they're some kind of a god. Dude, I'm not a leader but I'm no follower and never will be. And besides, next time If you pull a some kind of a leader act make sure you are at least half as good-looking and half as smart. See to it that you came from schools I've been to sucker!

the jerk

I've been thinking what If I'm gonna stay this way forever? Am I gonna be lonely?...
Friends? Yeah I got some. But in the end, does one really have that many friends? And besides, crowds makes me lonely. I'll just feel as if I'm an island in a sea of people.
Sometimes I wish I was a jerk so I could just just play other girls' feelings. But then I'm not. I hate commitments. I hate being attached. I hate being stucked.
Wait a minute, I am a jerk!

PE sucks

If it wasn't for my PE I should have gone home by now and relish the long weekend. The sad part is I have PE. The saddest part is I've got to have PEs for four consecutive semesters!

Porn Again

I think I'm just into porn lately.

Failure

Had I known that all the sacrifices I made of going to that class would just end up like this; I should have dropped that subject earlier this first semester. But then I didn’t want to give up without a fight so I stayed and endured the grueling task of going to that class every single say of the week armed only by my constant crossing of fingers hoping I wouldn’t be called for boardworks just to save myself from humiliation. And surprise, surprise. All my determination and hard work summed up as this; I failed. I failed my college algebra. I have failed myself.
It may be a case of dyscalculia or the teacher was just the perfect personification of an evil witch that didn’t even have a slight pity on people suck in math that an ending as horrible as this resulted. Honestly, I don’t really know the exact reason why I failed and besides, blame-shifting wouldn’t be much of a help right now. But the thing that really frustrates me was the fact that I wasn’t even absent for a single meeting and was just late once. I had the determination its just that I’m no math wizard. God, I should have gone home during math time. It seems that no matter how hard I tried to pass that subject, I’d still fail.
I did everything I could just to save myself from the possibility of taking math twice. I studied really hard. I even attended tutorial classes for that subject but It seemed like “improvement” was an unfamiliar word. And if there was any It would have been just a ripple in a vast waveless ocean. Math was a foreign language I tried to understand and every time it spoke of numbers and graphs I could only utter back in pidgin. I swear I love math but It just had my love unrequited.
Right before I took my grades I prayed for a miracle to happen but, sad to say, the miracle I prayed for did not come. I didn’t wish for a high grade but, heck, a small part of me hoped that I would at least reach the passing mark. So sad I did not. I just did not.