ok lemme tie the loose ends.
1) in chem and fil, i got 77 and 78, respectively. mom says she was expecting the 78, but as for the 77, she was shocked.
2) according to my mom there was a long line to rogador.
3) she will try to tackle rogador the next time she meets with fagum. (how's that for all of us. close sila ni fagum eh.)
4) my card pool was confiscated. that doesn't count the binder, my deck, and all the new cards i will buy soon...
5) exemplary conduct lang ako. hanggang doon lang.
6) what else am i banned from? (new loose end.)
(some new idiot in Brainburst suggests taking out Firewalker and Whelp for Hearth Kami and Kumano in your Big Red. and then he adds Stalking Stones.)
later, i am probably free. sort of.
i have been looking forward to this ever since my mom returned home from card distribution. i shall be retreating to tagaytay for a night. it's probably the eternal repose i could get.
intermission
i am sitting in the dining room.
mom: if you want us to understand you, write me a letter that proves us we're wrong. if i like your reason, you're probably off the hook. if i don't, you're in for some extreme grounding.
fun.
so i don't write the letter, thinking that it will do me more harm than good. but if i did decide to, here's how it would've went:
you are wrong. but you never listen to me. or to anyone else. you never listen anyway.
i don't like your principle of high grades. for example. you take justin's (my brother) final exam score. you see it's 31/45. 14 mistakes. 14. fourteen. then you rage. why do you rage? it's only 14 mistakes! he did not fail the test! i know that language was easy but you're not.
i don't think you understood what i meant. you never listen anyway, so what's the point. i write this to vent.
i guess you know already that when i grow up, i want to be one of two things. 1) i wanted to make games. ground-breaking games. what's it to you anyway if i list some examples. you wouldn't care, and you don't listen anyway. you never care that magic actually has math that takes a while to figure out as the game progresses. you never care that the sims teaches you to be responsible and that your happy little person is not a slacker but a suave businessman. no, you never cared. you never listen anyway.
2) i want to be an artist (that submits card art) or a member of magic design (that presents ideas. ideas become design. designs become mechanics. mechanics becomes text. and text becomes the cards themselves.). being one of those do not require heavy skill in chemistry. being one of those don't actually require a college degree. but they do require imagination. i have those in truckloads. you can ask any of my classmates. (imagination can also lead to light syntax error.)
so in saying that i really don't care whether i'm a valedictorian or a flunker. i have taught myself that creativity is probably my best weapon. then again, you never listen to me, or any of us, anyway. you say that our standings reflect your standings. i say that that never was true anyway. when i know someone stupid, i don't go saying that their parents are stupid also. i believe that they've been stupid all on their own without any of their help. so i'm creative. dad is an engineer, but his drawings are boring. they're all SYMMETRICAL. you draw portraits, but that was a long time ago. i'm musically inclined. the whole moran-bascon family is. point is, we don't think alike. but people don't attribute my train of thought to yours.
i know that i have been trailing off the topic like leiron's talumpati did. i don't care. i wrote this to vent all my frustration that built up from all the pressure.
here's what i want to be: I WANT TO BE EVERYTHING YOU'RE NOT.
yours truly,
pepi.
p.s. you ask why i'm so rebellious. read the books i read, and watch the films i watch. you'll get the point. but then again, you never listen anyway.
there we go. if that left a sour taste in your mouth, i'm sorry. i had to do it. i didn't actually write a letter in reality since she wouldn't listen to it anyway.
i must now meet my barber. i am looking forward to starbucks. ta-ta!
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