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I know I'm supposed to post a [how lame is] PerioWeek Entry... but, I forgot almost everything. I made mental notes, but, honestly, it is PERIOWEEK afterall. Who would want to remember the cruelty they had to go through?

SocSci is one thing I can't possibly forget, however. It is honestly my FIRST TIME to review. I suck at memorizing, so, I tried my best to memorize... It took me, like, three hours (or years, maybe) to study SocSci... and it's boring... I fell asleep and wasn't able to review anything else. x__x

Bio? Hmmn, fine...
Fil? Didn't review.
PEH? erm, great?
Physics, whatever.
English? epicfail.
Elective? Passed!
CompSci? PASSED!
Res? WTH, essayS? pfft.
CAT? FAIL times three!
Calculus? expect 2.25, ladies and gentlemen (unless my quizzes and homeworks save me)
Chem? What desu yo?

This is the lamest Perio Week, EVER!!!

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Author's Note: I got this crazy idea. And by crazy, I mean, really REALLY really crazy. I'll marry three times. Yes, that's my idea. I made a fiction based on it. I'll be posting my story every week (or every time I got the chance). This week, obviously, it's the first husband.

When I got my license, I was 22, I worked under DPWH. If the PSHS contract didn't exists, I might have flown to Japan ASAP.

Well, anyway, on my 25 birthday, 18th month pay, I started attending to my transfer to Japan. By September, I quit my job; and by December, right after Christmas, I went to Japan.

It was on the plane to Japan where I met my first husband. Of course, at first I didn't know he'd be my husband. Back to the topic, he was friendly, yes. But I wasn't interested. We exchanged contact numbers, just for the sake of friendliness.

Living in a foreign (add NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING) country is frustrating. I wasn't making any friends, and worse, I wasn't making any money. I couldn't find a job. My last hope for an acquaintance was the guy on the plane. And so, I called him and asked for help. He was more than willing to help. He called up a few companies, helped me with my forms, and instructed me well on how to answer questions. I was able to apply in notable companies thanks to my, by the way, dentist friend. In exchange, I helped in his clinic while waiting for my interview dates. In two weeks time, I got a job. New year, new life, new job.

I was highly paid for my minimal effort. I was happy... and was happier when Dentist and I started dating. He's gentle, kind, rich, and fun. We had one year of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship until he proposed, on his 29th birthday. Four months later, we got married. What's sweet is, it was two years after we met.

Life was going well. The clinic was making more than enough for the both of us, and my job was providing enough money for my shopping list. Life is great. No, wait... Life WAS great.

I was in the office when someone called from the hospital. My husband is dead. His student-assistants are dead, and four innocent patients are dead. Later investigations pointed the crime to a rival clinic. People I never met in my whole life were found guilty, and the rival clinic was shut down. Two months later, it was turned into a fitness gym. What I can't understand is, why didn't he tell me anything about a rival clinic, or the death threats, or the seriousness of the situation?

So, I was left alone. Alone with no husband, no kids, a house and lot, a car, a clinic, and my husband's money in the bank.

Still, life can't keep me down. I sold the clinic, since having to maintain it just reminds me of the massacre. I kept the house, however lonely it felt. I kept the car, though I didn't drive it. I kept my job, of course. Even with all my late husband's wealth, I still wanted to work. And I couldn't get myself to spending the money I didn't work for. I invested some of my savings in my friends' businesses, back in the Philippines. I don't really have anything to lose.

One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office. I looked for a part-time job as a model, and I got one!

To be continued... ;]

A/N:
Years ago, Lei had a dream of me meeting my Dentist husband in the plane. I don't know where we're going, but I do know I want to go to Japan. ;P
If you're wondering why I wrote it in past-tense, well, it'll be more fun, right? And years from now, when these things happen, I'll look for this entry and read it, and say, "WTF?!" Then I'll break down and cry...
I almost cried writing my own husband's death. T--T okay, I'm getting all teary-eyed now... If you're wondering why I just have to kill my first husband, well, I can't get divorced twice! And, since Keito is special, he can't die. x_x

Labels: ekek, waste

Moral Lessons learned. :)

01. There's at least one angel hidden in a crowd of demons.
02. Not because you look good here, doesn't mean you'll look good everywhere.
03. Reindeers look like goats. (thank you, John Dee. xD)
04. Donkeys don't always walk in all four legs. (Ilocos Sur Research Group knows that now.)
05. Stuffed toys really have special powers! >__>
06. Fumes from decomposing garbage can make you blind.
07. One man's trash, is another's treasure!
08. Never say "things couldn't get any worse," 'cause it can!
09. Never fix your hair if you know nobody will look at it anyway.
10. Goats are dumb.


SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE!
SEGREGATE YOUR WASTE! GAWDAMMIT! There would be no need for a dump site!

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TULAD PO NG DATI, MGA OPEN-MINDED LANG ANG PUWEDENG MAG-BASA. Sasapakin ko 'pag ipagpilitan niyo sarili niyo rito.

Our teacher this weekend is Arman Louie.

He keeps fidgeting. His hands touches, uhm, weird places. Well, sorry if I see 'em. Nasa harap po kasi ako, eh. At ba't nga ba ako nag-english, eh, pinag-isipan ko pa man ding magtatagalog ako sa post na 'to. Naks.

So, ayan. Isang post tungkol kay Kuya Arman. Ayan. Basta. 'Yun na 'yun. Ganun si Kuya Arman. LOL.

Hindi, joke lang. Eto, medyo seryoso na...

Si Kuya Arman Louie, Chemical Engineering student sa UP-Diliman. Matalino siya. Malamang, taga-UP. Tapos, gwapo siya. I mean, really. Sobra.

Noong AM, hindi ako makapag-focus. Shit. Ang cute niya kasi. xD Tapos, 'pag hindi na niya maalala 'yung dapat niyang sabihin, he plays with his zipper. >__> I swear I didn't look too much.

Tapos, nag-usap pa kami about Death Note. Sabi niya, pang-nerd lang daw 'yun. *His wallpaper is Death Note* Nag-kwentuhan kami about it, tapos, he suggested na panoorin ko 'yung L Change The World 'pag may time na ko. Naks.

Tapos, 'yun. Walang kwenta 'tong post na 'to. Wala naman kasing ibang nangyari na worth talking about. Okay naman 'yung review. Okay naman 'yung facilities. Imagine? Ang boring. xD If ever mabasa 'to ni Kuya Arman, Kuya, sorry po, galaw po kasi ng galaw kamay niyo, eh. Tapos, lucky niyo po. I'm only supposed to post about MY guys (like Keito, Seung Ri, Minhwan, Dongho...). Pero, 'wag niyo pong isipin na crush ko 'tong Arman Louie na 'to. Natuwa lang ako sa zipper ng pants niya. xDD

[EDIT; Adding]
Noong Sabado nga pala, pati na rin noong Linggo, (pause. Ang hirap mag-tagalog) ginamit ni Kuya Arman 'yung salitang 'delete' instead of 'erase'. Eh, sa pagkaka-alala ko, tinawanan ako ni Kim Chan noong ako ginamit ko ang delete instead of erase. "Pwede na bang i-delete 'yung nasa board?" Pansing sanay na nasa PC/Laptop.

Kahapon nga pala, Linggo, tinalakay naman ang basics sa Agham at Lohika (tama ba, Math nga ba 'yun?). Habang nasa Mmi, nakakatuwa, kasi nagbibigay siya ng example, sinusulat niya, iba naman sa sinasabi. Haha. xD Tapos, nakatulog ako ng dalawang beses sa umaga. At nakakagulat dahil, pagkatapos ng 30 minutong, uhm, nakatulog ako, naroon pa rin sila sa topic na natulugan ko. Haha... (Hindi po ako mayabang.)

Tapos, kinakausap niya nga pala 'yung buong klase, pero walang sumasagot ng matino, maaawa dapat ako, pero, natatawa rin ako na tinatawanan pa niya 'yon. Minsan parang nagkukwentuhan na lang kami, nanunuod 'yung iba, during classes man o break. xD

Ayon, ganun lang kadali. (Naka-ilang ulit rin siya sa phrase na 'to) Medyo, tulog ako kung hindi nakikipag-kwentuhan. Haha...

[/EDIT]

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...and he said it wasn't his intention to criticize any group. WTH, Tsao! What's with "doesn't deserve", and "nation of servants"? OH! Maybe your favorite songs? Your favorite books? WTH, Tsao.

Apology NOT accepted.

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I'm so upset this week.

I don't take criticism harshly. I take them positively. That is, if it was given to me directly, straightly, clearly. And, yeah, I've been ranting lately [like here<-you won't be able to read it if we're not friends in LJ, and here].

Monday.
We had a surprise quiz in Bio. Quiz bee type, too. Guess who was called first? That's right, lax me. And the ironic part? I even exclaimed, "lucky~". I didn't review the night before. I never do. And how would I know there'd be a quiz? I think I did well, though.
SocSci became so booooooring again. Bobby-sensei, what happened?!
I somehow ended up reviewing for PE instead of Health. IDK. I'm stupid. I don't think I got it all going on in that expected quiz, but, I listened to the discussion, so, yeah... I feel O.K. [Okamoto Keito]. :P *trying to be happy*

Tuesday.
We had our pathetic Lab Activity in Chem. And when I say pathetic, I mean useless, irrelevant, stupid, boring, and very very elementary.
We had our expected quiz in Trigo. I pass without thinking so much. Either I'm a super smart like Shige, the quiz is super easy, or it's God's will that I pass.
Irah and I chatted about this book she read. And wow, we talked for an hour! Seriously.
I got an 'okay' grade for the expected Filipino quiz.
We were dismissed early in Stat!
I stayed up all night finishing my Physics Problem Set, and thinking about the English Impromptu Speaking.

Wednesday.
We moved to the SciLab. Why? Because the school is duh-head. They started finishing the second floor in our building. Like, hello? Why would they sacrifice the students' comfort? The SciLab is stinky, hot... it's not conducive for learning! All the time other students, and teachers, walk in and out. How annoying.
And the English Impromptu Speaking was postponed. Gaah. My panda-eyes for nothing. T^T

Thursday.
We got a quiz in Math again. As expected. Passed again. Lucky.
Stupid Stat class.
We were off by lunch.

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I love naming stuffs, giving wacky and unexpected (even deep) captions, and choosing titles for my posts. In some ways, I find myself good... Yey me!
<*I think it's ME TIME.*>
<**Me Time - when I want to talk about me, my: ideas, thoughts, likes, etc. **>

I want to name my son: Zsion Kristoffer. Some may remember this name... Hi Jen! hehe... Zsion, parang galing France!!! Kristoffer, 'yung KR ginagawang kKRrispy 'yung name, at 'yung FF nang-uubos ng hininga... Zzsiaon kKRristoFFFFer... hehehe...

I want a dog (that doesn't pee/poo anywhere, doesn't bark, doesn't smell like a dog, looks more like a cat than a dog, doesn't grow bigger than my pillow, doesn't drool, and can talk... hehehe) named Puma! And if I had a fish, I want to call it Cat or Meow... I developed fear of cats. So, if I had a cat, I'll dissect it (eow!), cook it, and call it Siopao! <*ding! ding!*>

If I was to own a mag company, it will be called P6. I can't think of anything good... I'm worried about my Physics Periodicals... If I was to make a comics strip, it will be about an Emo Kid under the ocean who talks to fish! And I shall call it "Shark: An Emo's Tale"! The main character's name will be Fin! <*weird*>

This reminds me of the novel I'm planning to write. Just wait and see, it'll be a best seller! I want it to be a horror... It was during the Nutrition Month Celebration when I was walking with Elisa C. Tangalin II pass the Director's Office... "I shall write a novel... (lingon dito, lingon doon...) The Director's Office! A horror!" "Ako ang bida!" We talked about it, and we've come up with something... I think. Me, Elay and Akira Isaak Medina were drinking buko juice at the bukohan, "the girl was murdered," "with a buko!" "inside the Director's Office!"

If I am to name my house, it would be The Nest. THE nest. Oh, ha? Kaya mo 'yan? And if I was to name my pen, it would be Ink. OA???

If there's a subject in every school that studies the beauty in me <*puke*>, it will be called Welayrific. Aba! Aba! Aba! Kapal! I'll have a school (I'm thinking about it.), it would be Molded Young Institute (MY Institute... Oh? Di ba! Galing! hehehe...)

My mall will be called Shop Ahoy! (hehehe)... Let's dream together...
A boutique > Accessorize
A book store > Verbatim
A restaurant > Chew_Eat! (hehehehe...)
An internet cafe > Log On! (parang Rock on...)
A grocery > Mix-mix (you know... sari-sari... hehehe... corny!)
A department store > My Effective Store
A toy store > Toy Phylum (hahahah!)
A clinic > you don't name them weird! Duh?
A library > Eyes Only
An entertainment area > LOL!
A shoe store > Heel Me
A cinema > Mah Movieh!
<*MOVE ON!*>

I have my blogs:
Suicidal Foot (it was supposed to be Happy Feet... But then, it's already taken.),
Me Against The World - Simple Plan Fan Ever... (http://wendi753.multiply.com/journal ),
Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan Song Title ulit. ( http://math_beauty101.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/ ),
Suicidal Music ( http://suicidalmusic.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/ ).

I have my posts:
When EMOs Attack (mostly about me),
Suddenly (about me),
Suicide Bombing (spilling my teacher's bad side, her only side)...

I love naming stuffs, giving wacky and unexpected (even deep) captions, and choosing titles for my posts. In some ways, I find myself good... Yey me!

You've wasted you're time reading a non-sense post. Thank you, and sorry.

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Sinong batang babae ang hind natanong ng "who's your crush?" At sinong batang babae ang hindi pa nasubukang magka-crush kay Secret? San ko nakuha 'tong ideyang ito? Sa klasmeyt kong nagkukwento tungkol sa buhay. Bored na kasi kami nun, kaya no choice rin. Tumakas pa ata kami sa paggawa ng garden.

Des: Ang swerte talaga ni Secret.
Ako: Huh? Sino 'yun? crush mo noh?
Des: Lahat naman tayo crush s'ya.
Ako: ...
Des: Sinong Crush ni Pre?
Ako: Secret!
Des: Kitams! Crush mo rin 'yan!

Ang ewan talaga n'ya. At nagpatuloy pa ang kwentuhan naming wala namang kwenta...

<*Background Music: Lupang Hinirang*>
<*Nagpapraktis 'yung mga teachers kaya 'yan yung tugtog*>
Des: Alam mo ba na "baby" ang kadalasang tawagan ng magsyota?
<*Trivia: Syota means "short time"... according kay Desseree rin 'yan!*>
Ako: Pansin ko nga.
Des: Lahat na lang sila baby! Antatanda na nga nila. Kadiri!
Des: Kaya yung kuya ko tsaka yung GF nya, sanggol ang tawagan!
Ako: Ows?!
Des: Hala! Oo!
<*Hindi pa tapos ang Lupang Hinirang*>
Des: Yan nga rin ang theme song nila, eh. Bayang Magiliw... <*wink*wink*> este... Lupang Hinirang pala.

Pero, hindi love ang topic natin mga friends... Hindi love kundi si Secret!!!

Ano kaya kung pangalanan mong Secret yung magiging anak mo? Alam mo agad kung s'ya yung pinag-uusapan.

Tao: Secret? Deodorant 'yun di ba?

Kawawang bata. Imagine:

Teacher: Introduce yourself.
Secret: Hi!My name is Secret-
Teacher: Bata! Unang araw palang ng klase,nagloloko ka na?!

Job Interviewer: So Miss-?
Secret: Secret na lang po, Sir.

Bagong kapitbahay: Oh, pare ,ako si Juan. Bagong lipat kami dito.
Secret: Secret, pare!

Pero hindi lang tao ang isang "secret".Pwedeng bagay, galaw,o parte ng katawan...

1: Pare,anu 'yang hinahawakan mo?
2: Ito ba ang secret mo?
1: Pare, bawal galawin 'yan. Diary ko pa 'yan nung elementary ko.

Hhmm... Naisip mo bang Yaoi? Hindi ah... <*wink*wink*>

Nabasa ko pa nga sa Buzz Mag, June Issue, na rinegaluhan ni Direk Ramsy si Angelica P. ng, alam mo na 'to, secret!

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I know I'm supposed to post a [how lame is] PerioWeek Entry... but, I forgot almost everything. I made mental notes, but, honestly, it is PERIOWEEK afterall. Who would want to remember the cruelty they had to go through?

SocSci is one thing I can't possibly forget, however. It is honestly my FIRST TIME to review. I suck at memorizing, so, I tried my best to memorize... It took me, like, three hours (or years, maybe) to study SocSci... and it's boring... I fell asleep and wasn't able to review anything else. x__x

Bio? Hmmn, fine...
Fil? Didn't review.
PEH? erm, great?
Physics, whatever.
English? epicfail.
Elective? Passed!
CompSci? PASSED!
Res? WTH, essayS? pfft.
CAT? FAIL times three!
Calculus? expect 2.25, ladies and gentlemen (unless my quizzes and homeworks save me)
Chem? What desu yo?

This is the lamest Perio Week, EVER!!!

Labels: school, suicidal, waste

 

Author's Note: I got this crazy idea. And by crazy, I mean, really REALLY really crazy. I'll marry three times. Yes, that's my idea. I made a fiction based on it. I'll be posting my story every week (or every time I got the chance). This week, obviously, it's the first husband.

When I got my license, I was 22, I worked under DPWH. If the PSHS contract didn't exists, I might have flown to Japan ASAP.

Well, anyway, on my 25 birthday, 18th month pay, I started attending to my transfer to Japan. By September, I quit my job; and by December, right after Christmas, I went to Japan.

It was on the plane to Japan where I met my first husband. Of course, at first I didn't know he'd be my husband. Back to the topic, he was friendly, yes. But I wasn't interested. We exchanged contact numbers, just for the sake of friendliness.

Living in a foreign (add NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING) country is frustrating. I wasn't making any friends, and worse, I wasn't making any money. I couldn't find a job. My last hope for an acquaintance was the guy on the plane. And so, I called him and asked for help. He was more than willing to help. He called up a few companies, helped me with my forms, and instructed me well on how to answer questions. I was able to apply in notable companies thanks to my, by the way, dentist friend. In exchange, I helped in his clinic while waiting for my interview dates. In two weeks time, I got a job. New year, new life, new job.

I was highly paid for my minimal effort. I was happy... and was happier when Dentist and I started dating. He's gentle, kind, rich, and fun. We had one year of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship until he proposed, on his 29th birthday. Four months later, we got married. What's sweet is, it was two years after we met.

Life was going well. The clinic was making more than enough for the both of us, and my job was providing enough money for my shopping list. Life is great. No, wait... Life WAS great.

I was in the office when someone called from the hospital. My husband is dead. His student-assistants are dead, and four innocent patients are dead. Later investigations pointed the crime to a rival clinic. People I never met in my whole life were found guilty, and the rival clinic was shut down. Two months later, it was turned into a fitness gym. What I can't understand is, why didn't he tell me anything about a rival clinic, or the death threats, or the seriousness of the situation?

So, I was left alone. Alone with no husband, no kids, a house and lot, a car, a clinic, and my husband's money in the bank.

Still, life can't keep me down. I sold the clinic, since having to maintain it just reminds me of the massacre. I kept the house, however lonely it felt. I kept the car, though I didn't drive it. I kept my job, of course. Even with all my late husband's wealth, I still wanted to work. And I couldn't get myself to spending the money I didn't work for. I invested some of my savings in my friends' businesses, back in the Philippines. I don't really have anything to lose.

One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office. I looked for a part-time job as a model, and I got one!

To be continued... ;]

A/N:
Years ago, Lei had a dream of me meeting my Dentist husband in the plane. I don't know where we're going, but I do know I want to go to Japan. ;P
If you're wondering why I wrote it in past-tense, well, it'll be more fun, right? And years from now, when these things happen, I'll look for this entry and read it, and say, "WTF?!" Then I'll break down and cry...
I almost cried writing my own husband's death. T--T okay, I'm getting all teary-eyed now... If you're wondering why I just have to kill my first husband, well, I can't get divorced twice! And, since Keito is special, he can't die. x_x

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Moral Lessons learned. :)

01. There's at least one angel hidden in a crowd of demons.
02. Not because you look good here, doesn't mean you'll look good everywhere.
03. Reindeers look like goats. (thank you, John Dee. xD)
04. Donkeys don't always walk in all four legs. (Ilocos Sur Research Group knows that now.)
05. Stuffed toys really have special powers! >__>
06. Fumes from decomposing garbage can make you blind.
07. One man's trash, is another's treasure!
08. Never say "things couldn't get any worse," 'cause it can!
09. Never fix your hair if you know nobody will look at it anyway.
10. Goats are dumb.


SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE!
SEGREGATE YOUR WASTE! GAWDAMMIT! There would be no need for a dump site!

Labels: life, waste

 

TULAD PO NG DATI, MGA OPEN-MINDED LANG ANG PUWEDENG MAG-BASA. Sasapakin ko 'pag ipagpilitan niyo sarili niyo rito.

Our teacher this weekend is Arman Louie.

He keeps fidgeting. His hands touches, uhm, weird places. Well, sorry if I see 'em. Nasa harap po kasi ako, eh. At ba't nga ba ako nag-english, eh, pinag-isipan ko pa man ding magtatagalog ako sa post na 'to. Naks.

So, ayan. Isang post tungkol kay Kuya Arman. Ayan. Basta. 'Yun na 'yun. Ganun si Kuya Arman. LOL.

Hindi, joke lang. Eto, medyo seryoso na...

Si Kuya Arman Louie, Chemical Engineering student sa UP-Diliman. Matalino siya. Malamang, taga-UP. Tapos, gwapo siya. I mean, really. Sobra.

Noong AM, hindi ako makapag-focus. Shit. Ang cute niya kasi. xD Tapos, 'pag hindi na niya maalala 'yung dapat niyang sabihin, he plays with his zipper. >__> I swear I didn't look too much.

Tapos, nag-usap pa kami about Death Note. Sabi niya, pang-nerd lang daw 'yun. *His wallpaper is Death Note* Nag-kwentuhan kami about it, tapos, he suggested na panoorin ko 'yung L Change The World 'pag may time na ko. Naks.

Tapos, 'yun. Walang kwenta 'tong post na 'to. Wala naman kasing ibang nangyari na worth talking about. Okay naman 'yung review. Okay naman 'yung facilities. Imagine? Ang boring. xD If ever mabasa 'to ni Kuya Arman, Kuya, sorry po, galaw po kasi ng galaw kamay niyo, eh. Tapos, lucky niyo po. I'm only supposed to post about MY guys (like Keito, Seung Ri, Minhwan, Dongho...). Pero, 'wag niyo pong isipin na crush ko 'tong Arman Louie na 'to. Natuwa lang ako sa zipper ng pants niya. xDD

[EDIT; Adding]
Noong Sabado nga pala, pati na rin noong Linggo, (pause. Ang hirap mag-tagalog) ginamit ni Kuya Arman 'yung salitang 'delete' instead of 'erase'. Eh, sa pagkaka-alala ko, tinawanan ako ni Kim Chan noong ako ginamit ko ang delete instead of erase. "Pwede na bang i-delete 'yung nasa board?" Pansing sanay na nasa PC/Laptop.

Kahapon nga pala, Linggo, tinalakay naman ang basics sa Agham at Lohika (tama ba, Math nga ba 'yun?). Habang nasa Mmi, nakakatuwa, kasi nagbibigay siya ng example, sinusulat niya, iba naman sa sinasabi. Haha. xD Tapos, nakatulog ako ng dalawang beses sa umaga. At nakakagulat dahil, pagkatapos ng 30 minutong, uhm, nakatulog ako, naroon pa rin sila sa topic na natulugan ko. Haha... (Hindi po ako mayabang.)

Tapos, kinakausap niya nga pala 'yung buong klase, pero walang sumasagot ng matino, maaawa dapat ako, pero, natatawa rin ako na tinatawanan pa niya 'yon. Minsan parang nagkukwentuhan na lang kami, nanunuod 'yung iba, during classes man o break. xD

Ayon, ganun lang kadali. (Naka-ilang ulit rin siya sa phrase na 'to) Medyo, tulog ako kung hindi nakikipag-kwentuhan. Haha...

[/EDIT]

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...and he said it wasn't his intention to criticize any group. WTH, Tsao! What's with "doesn't deserve", and "nation of servants"? OH! Maybe your favorite songs? Your favorite books? WTH, Tsao.

Apology NOT accepted.

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I'm so upset this week.

I don't take criticism harshly. I take them positively. That is, if it was given to me directly, straightly, clearly. And, yeah, I've been ranting lately [like here<-you won't be able to read it if we're not friends in LJ, and here].

Monday.
We had a surprise quiz in Bio. Quiz bee type, too. Guess who was called first? That's right, lax me. And the ironic part? I even exclaimed, "lucky~". I didn't review the night before. I never do. And how would I know there'd be a quiz? I think I did well, though.
SocSci became so booooooring again. Bobby-sensei, what happened?!
I somehow ended up reviewing for PE instead of Health. IDK. I'm stupid. I don't think I got it all going on in that expected quiz, but, I listened to the discussion, so, yeah... I feel O.K. [Okamoto Keito]. :P *trying to be happy*

Tuesday.
We had our pathetic Lab Activity in Chem. And when I say pathetic, I mean useless, irrelevant, stupid, boring, and very very elementary.
We had our expected quiz in Trigo. I pass without thinking so much. Either I'm a super smart like Shige, the quiz is super easy, or it's God's will that I pass.
Irah and I chatted about this book she read. And wow, we talked for an hour! Seriously.
I got an 'okay' grade for the expected Filipino quiz.
We were dismissed early in Stat!
I stayed up all night finishing my Physics Problem Set, and thinking about the English Impromptu Speaking.

Wednesday.
We moved to the SciLab. Why? Because the school is duh-head. They started finishing the second floor in our building. Like, hello? Why would they sacrifice the students' comfort? The SciLab is stinky, hot... it's not conducive for learning! All the time other students, and teachers, walk in and out. How annoying.
And the English Impromptu Speaking was postponed. Gaah. My panda-eyes for nothing. T^T

Thursday.
We got a quiz in Math again. As expected. Passed again. Lucky.
Stupid Stat class.
We were off by lunch.

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I love naming stuffs, giving wacky and unexpected (even deep) captions, and choosing titles for my posts. In some ways, I find myself good... Yey me!
<*I think it's ME TIME.*>
<**Me Time - when I want to talk about me, my: ideas, thoughts, likes, etc. **>

I want to name my son: Zsion Kristoffer. Some may remember this name... Hi Jen! hehe... Zsion, parang galing France!!! Kristoffer, 'yung KR ginagawang kKRrispy 'yung name, at 'yung FF nang-uubos ng hininga... Zzsiaon kKRristoFFFFer... hehehe...

I want a dog (that doesn't pee/poo anywhere, doesn't bark, doesn't smell like a dog, looks more like a cat than a dog, doesn't grow bigger than my pillow, doesn't drool, and can talk... hehehe) named Puma! And if I had a fish, I want to call it Cat or Meow... I developed fear of cats. So, if I had a cat, I'll dissect it (eow!), cook it, and call it Siopao! <*ding! ding!*>

If I was to own a mag company, it will be called P6. I can't think of anything good... I'm worried about my Physics Periodicals... If I was to make a comics strip, it will be about an Emo Kid under the ocean who talks to fish! And I shall call it "Shark: An Emo's Tale"! The main character's name will be Fin! <*weird*>

This reminds me of the novel I'm planning to write. Just wait and see, it'll be a best seller! I want it to be a horror... It was during the Nutrition Month Celebration when I was walking with Elisa C. Tangalin II pass the Director's Office... "I shall write a novel... (lingon dito, lingon doon...) The Director's Office! A horror!" "Ako ang bida!" We talked about it, and we've come up with something... I think. Me, Elay and Akira Isaak Medina were drinking buko juice at the bukohan, "the girl was murdered," "with a buko!" "inside the Director's Office!"

If I am to name my house, it would be The Nest. THE nest. Oh, ha? Kaya mo 'yan? And if I was to name my pen, it would be Ink. OA???

If there's a subject in every school that studies the beauty in me <*puke*>, it will be called Welayrific. Aba! Aba! Aba! Kapal! I'll have a school (I'm thinking about it.), it would be Molded Young Institute (MY Institute... Oh? Di ba! Galing! hehehe...)

My mall will be called Shop Ahoy! (hehehe)... Let's dream together...
A boutique > Accessorize
A book store > Verbatim
A restaurant > Chew_Eat! (hehehehe...)
An internet cafe > Log On! (parang Rock on...)
A grocery > Mix-mix (you know... sari-sari... hehehe... corny!)
A department store > My Effective Store
A toy store > Toy Phylum (hahahah!)
A clinic > you don't name them weird! Duh?
A library > Eyes Only
An entertainment area > LOL!
A shoe store > Heel Me
A cinema > Mah Movieh!
<*MOVE ON!*>

I have my blogs:
Suicidal Foot (it was supposed to be Happy Feet... But then, it's already taken.),
Me Against The World - Simple Plan Fan Ever... (http://wendi753.multiply.com/journal ),
Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan Song Title ulit. ( http://math_beauty101.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/ ),
Suicidal Music ( http://suicidalmusic.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/ ).

I have my posts:
When EMOs Attack (mostly about me),
Suddenly (about me),
Suicide Bombing (spilling my teacher's bad side, her only side)...

I love naming stuffs, giving wacky and unexpected (even deep) captions, and choosing titles for my posts. In some ways, I find myself good... Yey me!

You've wasted you're time reading a non-sense post. Thank you, and sorry.

Labels: ekek, me, waste

 

Sinong batang babae ang hind natanong ng "who's your crush?" At sinong batang babae ang hindi pa nasubukang magka-crush kay Secret? San ko nakuha 'tong ideyang ito? Sa klasmeyt kong nagkukwento tungkol sa buhay. Bored na kasi kami nun, kaya no choice rin. Tumakas pa ata kami sa paggawa ng garden.

Des: Ang swerte talaga ni Secret.
Ako: Huh? Sino 'yun? crush mo noh?
Des: Lahat naman tayo crush s'ya.
Ako: ...
Des: Sinong Crush ni Pre?
Ako: Secret!
Des: Kitams! Crush mo rin 'yan!

Ang ewan talaga n'ya. At nagpatuloy pa ang kwentuhan naming wala namang kwenta...

<*Background Music: Lupang Hinirang*>
<*Nagpapraktis 'yung mga teachers kaya 'yan yung tugtog*>
Des: Alam mo ba na "baby" ang kadalasang tawagan ng magsyota?
<*Trivia: Syota means "short time"... according kay Desseree rin 'yan!*>
Ako: Pansin ko nga.
Des: Lahat na lang sila baby! Antatanda na nga nila. Kadiri!
Des: Kaya yung kuya ko tsaka yung GF nya, sanggol ang tawagan!
Ako: Ows?!
Des: Hala! Oo!
<*Hindi pa tapos ang Lupang Hinirang*>
Des: Yan nga rin ang theme song nila, eh. Bayang Magiliw... <*wink*wink*> este... Lupang Hinirang pala.

Pero, hindi love ang topic natin mga friends... Hindi love kundi si Secret!!!

Ano kaya kung pangalanan mong Secret yung magiging anak mo? Alam mo agad kung s'ya yung pinag-uusapan.

Tao: Secret? Deodorant 'yun di ba?

Kawawang bata. Imagine:

Teacher: Introduce yourself.
Secret: Hi!My name is Secret-
Teacher: Bata! Unang araw palang ng klase,nagloloko ka na?!

Job Interviewer: So Miss-?
Secret: Secret na lang po, Sir.

Bagong kapitbahay: Oh, pare ,ako si Juan. Bagong lipat kami dito.
Secret: Secret, pare!

Pero hindi lang tao ang isang "secret".Pwedeng bagay, galaw,o parte ng katawan...

1: Pare,anu 'yang hinahawakan mo?
2: Ito ba ang secret mo?
1: Pare, bawal galawin 'yan. Diary ko pa 'yan nung elementary ko.

Hhmm... Naisip mo bang Yaoi? Hindi ah... <*wink*wink*>

Nabasa ko pa nga sa Buzz Mag, June Issue, na rinegaluhan ni Direk Ramsy si Angelica P. ng, alam mo na 'to, secret!

Labels: ekek, waste