out came erap from the large box that was airdropped.

for no good accountable reason at all, i shall list down the nicknames that i have been blessed upon. :P

starting with the oldest in my memory:

-pepe
-viva (ewan. ask my parents)
-peps
-pepiboo (parents! nyahahahahaha.)
-romeo (heh. teachers)
-super epep moron da third (haha i know you like that one)
[memory lapse]
-pepsi
-fefe
-fefsi
-mr. moran (memz lolz!)
-(official changing of spelling to pepi)
-kuya pepe
-pepseeh
-pepilepsi
-pepi cola

there are more but i only listed those which actually apply to the public. (and no, kuya kins, kuyeah, kuyaboo, kuyatotz, and beshtie don't count. sorry. :P and so do cola boy and cola man.)

trivia: my brothers don't call me kuya pepi. the only people to call me that are my cousins, and yet some of them use the name my brothers use. or some don't call me kuya at all. but hey, do i care?

trivia: my parents never call me romeo, even when they're in a bad mood.

and to end this drivel,

The song of a little bird
The joy in three little words
I know it's real
That's how it feels
To be loved by you

The stars from a midnight sky
The melody from a lullaby
There's nothing real
That I wouldn't steal
To be loved by you

To be loved by you
If everybody knows
It's only 'cause it shows

A smile to put you on a high
A kiss that sets your soul alight
Would it be all right if I spent tonight
Being loved by you

Your love is released
And you move me with ease
And you rescue me time after time
Oh you give your all
And you take it all in your stride

With all the power of a symphony
That's how my heart beats when you're holding me
I can't conceal, this is how it feels
To be loved by you

Oh yeah, to be loved by you

If everybody knows, it's only 'cause it shows
Because I take your love,
Everywhere I go

I know what it is I need,
it's clear as a shallow stream
It's as it seems, my only dream's
To be loved by you

and erap says: "supplies!"

Suddenly she's
Leaving
Suddenly the
Promise of love has gone
Suddenly
Breathing seems so hard to do

Carefully you
Planned it
I got to know just
A minute to late, oh girl
now I understand it
All the times we
Made love together
Baby you were thinking of him

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should've told me
Why did you have to be untrue (love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Ain't gonna show no
Weakness
I'm gonna smile
And tell the whole world I'm fine
I'm gonna keep my senses
But deep down
When no one can hear me
Baby I'll be crying for you

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should've told me
Why did you have to be untrue (love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Can't go back
Can't erase
Baby your smiling face oh no
I can think of nothing else but you
Suddenly

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should've told me
Why did you have to be untrue (love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Hmm..have to go. Although I'm completely being honest about it, my parents still think chatting along with doing your homework is secretive and evil. Well, they're wrong.

Oh, and if you're reading, hi Hans.

dance, take 2?

talumpatian is coming up, and the top 3 in the modern dance were asked to dance during intermissions. i just don't know whether S-B has agreed to re-perform our dance. i hope they do because for some reason i want to dance again. lol.

this blog is supposed to be short. and concise. sort of.

for some reason i found myself rereading my books (maybe because going to tagaytay is actually uneventful.) starting from artemis fowl 3: the eternity cube, then today i've finished artemis fowl 2, then somehow i'm planning to get return of the king from the bookshelf and reread what i never finished.

maybe because writing in sindarin (both plain and cursive) and in moon runes was so amazing. i wrote someone's name in sindarin cursive in our happy little rant notebook. diba, posi?

btw, sindarin cursive is the handwriting you see on the One Ring. it's elvish handwriting. ELVES!!!

okay hafta go. short blog, remember? bye. see you all.

what gives?

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!

why don't you try doing a solo?

paumanhin. mahaba-haba ang blog ko ngayon (haba lang. mahaba-haba 200 km na yun eh.)

first off

i want to say sorry to the heads that i've made to ache. i know that it's rather ironic that i make you solve something really hard and then it would be useless in a snap of the finger. oh, what did i do again? i quit about the maiden.

i'm really, really, really, really sorry. but rest assured that once i find someone new i'm gonna make your heads ache even more. mwehehehehe. (sorry again mayee. you're the one who cursed me alot about the puzzle anyway.)

overpraise

i'm not used to praise. my parents never really praised me a lot so i'm not used to accepting it. so i really couldn't find the words to say when a lot of people commended me for the dance, but there's one thing i wanted to ask of them: why don't you commend the choreographers too? i mean, me and the other dancers were only following and doing what we were taught. not to be all proud and cocky, but i myself haven't heard anyone commending the other dancers (in our section, of course). really! (except for some people who said something about leiron. you know who you are) and then ms. ruiz commends no one but me for the dance. what about the others? they were dancing too!

i never heard anyone say something about jimmo yet. he was the one skilled and gutsy enough to moonwalk through the center of the stage. i have to admit that was really good.

maybe i'm just that deaf and ignorant? or maybe i'm really not used to that spotlight thing.

oh, btw, thank you to the freshmen i've invited to watch us. :P

card distribution

i normally loathe card distribution day. i usually get the jitters before my mom gets the card because i don't know what number ends up on certain subjects i worry about. take for example last year on art. mariko gave us 75 because of the frigging reply slip then suddenly added 5 points on the card grade. i was expecting art to be line of 7 but then i saw it, and it was a flat 80.

so what grades will i be receiving on the matrimonious subjects, chem and fil? stay tuned to find out.

REALLY REALLY SORRY FOR THE HEADACHES. i can be so unpredictable, even to myself.

just bet it.

intrams is over. once again, s-c bags the coup de grace. but then, i don't have any problems with that. i was only wondering why we were *ONLY* third place in the dance. WHY? WHY? WHY?

WHY?!?!?!?!?!

aside from the dance we didn't rank anything high. our dance was kinda short and then if it was probably longer we could've gotten a higher score from the judges or something. or maybe because leiron's shoe was removed during the last part. or maybe it was really damn short. or maybe because giselle was pulled out from the janet jackson part because she couldn't do it. or maybe because our song was old? (if it was because of that, that would've been really unfair.)

anyway, on to other news.

i'm probably quitting on the maiden. i'll sleep on this decision. if ever i really do quit on the maiden, my life will be pointless once more. :P

if i do quit, i want to say sorry to the people who own the heads that hurt after making them go through my clever puzzles just to figure out the name of the girl. sorry. i couldn't go down without a fight, and now, i just made your head ache for nothing.

JUST BET IT, JUST BET IT, JUST BET IT.

uy. club bukas. :P

naphtalene + congo red + sodium bicarbonate

ahahaha i wonder if this one is true about the maiden or not:

why do i feel so weak
when you are near me
you got me in too deep
so help me baby
you're living in my dreams
you're always near me
you're the dark in my light
you're the black in my white
and i'll always know
you got me where you want me.

except for the last line, of course.

i want to give up on this whole maiden thing. to start with, i was really confused whether i like her [as something more] or not. now that i've told some people and heard their opinions, i think it's best if we be just friends.

now can we all please rest on the topic?

intrams tomorrow!

intrams tomorrow! i can proudly say that i and we are ready for the dance. although i'm not expecting to bag the damned prize, i want to do this for the fun and rush of adrenaline. :P

beat it, just beat it, just beat it, just beat it.

viva

la

raza.

is it possible to buy "suit" without buying "sweat"?

won't you come on ang go with me
come on over to my place

hahaha. i want to buy suit. but then, i don't want to buy sweat. di ko type eh. hahahaha.

only one person has taken the glorious bait. i don't want any more people to take it. i don't want to reveal any more of my secrets. i've learned that it's too dangerous. (obviously.) hah! no one else has taken the bait! I WIN!

won't you sit yourself down,
and take a seat

tomorrow is monday. yet again. friday is report card distribution. i'm fearing the worst. but then, even if the worst comes, i've made a promise to myself that if i'm grounded, i'll just shrug it off and say "okay. whatever." and then i'll email sir lasap and say that i need to be in the front.

and let me ease your mind girl,
and we gon' do it my way

lasalle has won today's game. which means the intrams is probably going to be moved. i'm really sorry. (i always say sorry as if it will help. so, sorry.) it's all up to the gay in the throne now. at least, if he's rescheduling it so that it would be in the week after, me and leiron can make up for the practices we missed. stupid sore eyes. stupid gastritis. (oh, the gastritis is for leiron. heh.)

best of blue is next saturday.

oooh babe, you set my soul on fire

my body likes to give me pain. yesterday i woke up with a painful right ring finger, for some reason. last night, the right side of me hurt a lot. now, my left eye is sore.

and if i should ever draw a picture of a woman,
it is you that would come flowing from my pen

it's all so silly. you all try so hard to make me tell, but please understand that i really can't.

there's just not enough evidence even for myself that i do actually love this maiden. i'm only waiting for myself to press the "ok" button. while the button isn't clicked yet, can't you all wait?

see, it's annoying, but i'm not at all pissed.

just last night, two people were trying to coax me into revealing my secrets. heck, both almost at the same time. isn't it weird? how would you feel if you've been endlessly badgered into revealing something you don't want to reveal?

and please remember this: i'm not mad at you. i'm only venting.

man, it's just after the finals, and pressure is already mounting up. report card gets given next week, and probably i'm grounded and away from the pc this time next week. but maybe, just maybe, something else could happen. oh, intrams is next week also, but that remains to be seen.

the weather agrees with me

i'll probably never be the same again. the world is unfair. why is reality carrying a sledgehammer to hit me with?

okay probably i should start.

i was with my foster bro and partner, kim, waiting for the classes to finish at the local school. but before that we went to buy at the small market across the street.

it seems that as we passed him by, a gay selling shakes pointed at me and motioned to my bro. he told another foster bro to introduce me. i was, of course, enraged and grossed at this. we told this to kim and a couple more of my classmates and guess what? they all went to talk to gay boy. one of them mentioned my name accidentally and he goes, "ahh. pepi pala pangalan nya." (what an asshole.)

so i try to escape somehow but it seems that the only way to head back to the village is thru the same way we got to the school. guess what? that's where his shake stand is.

anyway the village is such a sanctuary for this. but i realize that i must pass him by when it rains and i have to get my extra shirt on the bus. guess what? he calls me by name as if he knew me personally. he even tells me to come to him. he even tells me to not be shy and come to him. what an asshole!

so i come back and the shake jokes drift in the atmosphere. in the session hall. in the bus. in the third floor. they even sing "milkshake". i wanted to hit them all but hey, i realized that i would be doing the same thing if someone else was in my position. but even sir lasap jokes along.

as i arrive in the pa office i relate what happened to my mom. and then my titas, her friends, joke along too. i wanted to cry because not even my mother understood me, and she knows i hate gays.

so on the car i press the appropriate buttons to play disc number 5. then i retreat to my sanctuary called sleep. but reality seems to have no mercy as when i wake up, i thought i was free. and then it dawned on me that a gay was just stalking me today. *sigh*.

but then i'm thankful to God for women.

woman

If I be so inclinded to climb up beside you
would you tell me that the time just isn't right?
And if I ever find the key you hide so well,
will you tell me that I can spend the night?

Leaving your smell on my coat
Leaving your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman
Yeah, Oh Woah, woah woah

If I could bottle up the chills that you give me,
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
it is you that would come flowing from my pen, yeah

Leaving your clothes on the floor
Making me walk out the door and
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman
Oooo, oh

I still fail to understand what it is about this woman

Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun
and as she burns me, I am screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become,
pop me open spit me out onto the floor.

Leaving her smell on my coat
Leaving her taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand, fail to understand

Leaving her smell on my coat
Leaving her taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand, what it is about this woman

hooray! i've made it out alive.

my nerves are all cracking up

i guess i'm having a nervous breakdown. talumpati is up tomorrow, and i'm just done with phase 1: re-editting your speech. then i have to memorize, and then aim on actually finishing the speech decently.

i remember my last monologue. grade 7. florante at laura. i was the king, and i just made the script up the day before the actual op, then i was shouting because kings possess authority. after the whole thing (i had to pause somewhere in the middle since i forgot my so-called lines) i found that my score was 3 points away from perfect, so i guessed that narrating yourself in a loud voice helped it.

but damn, it was still scary. as so with all things having to do with public speaking. it gives me a nervous breakdown (AND DAMNED ANXIETY ATTACKS... do you know how it feels like to have a sudden attack of LBM-ishness before you come up next?) since i'm overconscious anyway and there is a whole bunch of critics before me led by the master critic, the teacher. but then some of the bunch don't care. God bless those of you.

so i guess the only way to escape this is to die. but some people won't let me die, much less leave the country.

counter-talumpati

if the atlanteans can build counter-infantry, i'm making a counter-talumpati. warning: it's in tagalog; deep, pure, soulful, hateful tagalog.

Bakit ang mga Filipino teacher na may pwet na malaki ay nagiging pinakamalaking asar sa buhay ng isang "sophomore"? Siguro kasi ang mga ganitong uri ng tao ay nagiging teacher na kung tawagin ay "terror". Siya ay isang uri ng tao na masasabing bruha. Siya ay nagpapahirap ng buhay ng mga inosenteng bata sa ikalawang antas ng mataas na paaralan.

Bakit ko naman ito nasabi? Kaibigan, ipapakita ko sayo ang mga maraming dahilan.

Una, siya talaga ay isang bruha sa klase. Paminsan, siya ay masaya, pero, pag hindi ka handa, biglang iiba ang kanyang pakiramdam at siya ay magiging bruha na akala mo'y lahat ng tao sa mundo ay pinatay ang kanyang pamilya at ngayon siya ay mamamatay-tao. Pero ibang kwento na iyon.

Pangalawa, sinong tanga ang magaabiso sa kanyang klase na magdala ng angkop na kasuotan sa isang talumpati na magaganap sa SILID-ARALAN LAMANG at hindi naman sa CCP na may celebrity na manonood? Sina Boy Abunda o sila Gloria Diaz ba ang magjujudge sa kagalingan ng iyong pagtatalumpati? Kaya't bakit pa ba tayo magaasikaso ng kasuotan para sa talumpating sa silid-aralan lang magaganap? Impyerno, sa impyerno ka lang mapupunta, bruha.

Akala mo ba na ang pagtatalumpati, o pagsasalita lang sa harap ng madla ay madali? Mas lalo na kung may magsasanay sayo na isang istriktong babae na may malaking pwet? Siguro kung ika'y bata tulad namin, at nakaharap ka rin ng guro na katulad mo, malalaman mo ang kahulugan ng totoong nerbyos at takot sa kinalalabasan.

*Bow*.

now, if some people...

now if some people would stop bugging me about the maiden (you know who you are), i would live in peace. but no, you really have to know, haven't you?

i'm in a position where i'm not ready to reveal anything yet.

oh and did you know sir lasap made pauline cry today? it's like someone's finally driving home the point that "you are stupid" to her.

huzzah, good sirs, huzzah!

has anyone ever tried ice tea with milk? the fresh kind?

i'll answer the rhetorical question: i just did. and heck, it still tastes like ice tea. and the viscosity of the whole substance rose by some 10-15%. which means, the milk just made it thicker.

there's some sour feeling building up in my stomach though.

why, God, why?

the reason i'm asking this question is because i'm probably devoid of all emotion right now. my life has no purpose. i'm only here to win. but that's probably it.

COSTUME FOR TALUMPATI?!?!?!

Chemistry is hell. I wonder if I passed the test. If I do, I promise myself that I will e-mail Sir Lasap and tell him to switch my place to the front. If I don't, I promise myself that I will e-mail Sir Lasap and tell him to switch my place to the front, and I also promise to not care when I get grounded.

COSTUME FOR TALUMPATI?!?!?!

I have four more hours before I get back to where reality is. Here in the house I'm just lost and drifting within a vacuum of time where the sealed decks just fly by and the countless spears echo in my ear. Then it creeps up on me; it's Monday already. And i have 3 more hours of consciousness, with a bit of overtime.

COSTUME FOR TALUMPATI?!?!?!

Okay there's this girl. (I can hear you now. I can hear the "yihees" now.) She is my friend. She is my good friend. Whilst I spake with this good maiden, I realizeth some-thing. Now, I realizeth that this maiden hath been a good companion of mine, and my mind hath been direly confused. Doth I loveth her now, or doth I remain faithful as a grand companion? My mind's thoughts rarely wand'r to the vision of this maiden, and I myself knoweth that I may continue living direly without love of this maiden.

What should dear Edge do about this wondrous maiden?

COSTUME FOR TALUMPATI?!?!?!

Now off the ye olde english route. I was listening to Liz Phair's song "Extraordinary" and I was quite disturbed by the following line:

"Average everyday sane psycho"

Now, the first three words I'm fine with, but that last one. Psycho. Does anyone really know how a psycho behaves? See, I know some people that brand themselves as psycho. I do realize that it's all metaphors and such, but I really don't think they have a good idea what psycho is. (No, I'm not psycho.) Do you really have a mental disorder? No? Then drop your psycho title. You're not being true to yourselves.

my baller band reads "respect". y'all know what to do.

quantum numbers, anyone?

please please please
take away the anxiety

jam isn't the only one with the nerve to blog during exam week. i'm at your service.

the first day has gone by without a scratch on my mental health. it's been no worries because i've studied the sine law over and over and i've got it right. it's just that last item that makes my head hurt.

tomorrow will be the real beginning of my worries. as i remember it correctly the foreign language teacher told us that the final exams will be open notes. i also remember that she scribbled on the board that our homework was to be the final exam itself. so begins the debate.

the beginning of my worries will be after english. it'll be chem. i failed the last two long tests (there were three), and i'm not planning to fail my only liberator, the final exams. the thing is though, i'm not as motivated to review for chem as i was for trig. damn.

quantum numbers has just suddenly become so easy.

ok i gotta go. i really am not supposed to be using the computer today. i have to go before someone tries to call but find that they can't, coz im using the internet. bye! good luck!

her ass is a spaceshiff richard wants to ride

y'all pretty know which one i'm talking about.

whose house????????

pauline beats

hahahaha. this one's gotta be fun. if it isn't, go look at the gay boy sitting in his comfy chair in a room labeled "principal's office".

anyway, this week leiron was so pissed with the aforementioned (pauline, you dotard) that he had to retort. i had to say, he meant well. even though pauline tried to call him gay for just including himself in a mayee-pauline argument. of course i can't stand someone who calls my bro what he isn't, so i stand up and of course, she can't see me.

but that was yesterday. today another outrage from leiron came at her, and her all-too-endured excuse of "bakit ka nagagalit" is fired. does she really wanna know why? here's why: "kasi nakakairita ka na, gaga."

she's more worse than elmo is.

hell freezes over

the temporal hell which is the last remaining days of this pre-exam week has frozen over. the english project that was fully sketched by yours truly (and that final scene is truly memorable) was submitted by eibee, gratefully just in time, and that part of hell has already frozen over.

a small spark of hell suddenly ignited and quickly died down easily today. turns out sir lasap isn't getting the chem portfolio *this term*.

the computer project has cooled down. as of now, the "temperature" and "mass" buttons only work. the others don't yet. but i'm relying on the rubric sir pats gave.

by the way, where was sir pats today?

three days of studying. brace yourself, hommes, because you're going to have to finish lots of glasses of nesquik for the next three days. hopefully it's a good excuse to go to the bathroom frequently. wait, did i say that out loud?

cena's housee!!!!

sway

i can hear the sounds of violins
long before it begins
make me thrill as only you know how
sway me smooth, sway me now

other dancers may be on the floor
dear, but my eyes will see only you
only you have this magic technique
when we sway i go weak

when marimba rhythms start to play,
dance with me
like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,
hold me close, sway me more

like a flower bending in the breeze
bend with me, sway with ease
when we dance you have a way with me
stay with me, sway with me

i hate ip's

i hate ip's. especially when you have to formulate your own topic. it's so nerve-wracking, yet it seems that formulating a card set of your own is way easier, because that colorful side of your brain (the left one) is shining.

did the sophomore love team make a deal to crush us with these hard projects?

oh, and when's the deadline of the chem compilation?

how does one...

how does one force theirselves to dream about someone you want to dream of? does one take a marker, write the secret name on their arm and drift to sleep? or, does one take a picture of him/her and stare at it until their eyes give up and enter dreamland?

or, what if, you have no loved one? *raises hand*

put yourself in my shoes and see if your life has any purpose to drag you around with.

downhill from here

i am so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
sick of you acting like a broken disc
find another place to feed your greed
while i find a place to rest

let me explain the concept of "you can't see me". at least, what my interpretation is.

YOU = the offender.
CAN'T = the opposite of "can", a.k.a. "can not", the opposite of what could happen.
SEE = locate, understand, comprehend
ME = the offendee.

putting it together, it means, you can't understand me. my parents can't see me, some teachers can't see me, my enemies can't see me (well, obviously), and some of my batchmates can't see me.

so i sit here still doing the ip proposals (the create-a-blog screen has been up for quite some time now) and my mother opens the door, and tells me that what i'm doing isn't homework anymore, since i was also chatting. then my dad comes in, and does the usual short sermon. so i say, "no one here understands me at all!" and then he shouts. and i go into a silent rage, and rage at my kumon by nearly burning the paper up with the heavy friction of the pencil. (hey, in that state, i must've nearly perfected that homework.)

the truth is, they can't see me. (has the message come across yet?) i am so pressured to the point of snapping (nearly). i have THREE (count 'em) projects wherein the asses of my groupmates (ano ba julian and rod...FIGURATIVELY! IT MEANS THE LIVES/GRADES) rests in my own two hands, and i need some kind of a break. my mind is already weighing heavily in my skull whenever i worry about those projects.. if only my own life was at stake, i wouldn't worry so much. but i was elected/appointed to serve, and here i am, trying to juggle it all.

so in all my pressure i don't want to have to scream at my parents who tell me to lay off and yet they don't even understand what i am trying to get out of my pc by manipulating it to multi-task. ip proposal, research, blog, chat... they really don't see how i can manage to make it do all that in one go. i didn't want to scream at them because that will add extra weight to my sanity.

i shun the world. my father is richard garfield, my uncle is mark rosewater, my mother is lita, my sister is victoria, my brothers are..wait, let me think... the dudley boyz, perhaps? or the tag team of kidman and london? anyway, my best friends are jbl and edge, my house is the squared circle, my religion is the fusion of magic and wrestling, and i worship randy orton as god.

word life.

if you take a roll of bond paper...

Fact: If you take a roll of bond paper with your talumpati on it, and shove it up our fil teacher's ass, it wouldn't make any major difference because there's still room for another roll of paper.

For some reason unbeknownst to us, our first periods were extended. So that means an hour of Chem-turned-Algebra, and fifty minutes of everything else up until lunch time. So we walk out of the room at 10:20, and people start to ask, "Why were you dismissed so late?"

Ask the sophomore love team.

Chetty

Chetty took the happy freedom during Computer time when she arrived halfway home. She said, unplug all earphones from all ears, close all internet explorers, and don't talk during the test even when you're done and powerless to change your answers.

Is it just me, or don't the inferior, non-Computer teachers do not know how to wield the power invested in them whenever they sub for the powerful Sir Pats, emperor of DLSZ local intranet. (Imhotep, can you dig that, sucka?)

Jo-ann was a bit lenient though. Lenient's always fun.

Tomorrow, tomorrow...

I really don't quite understand why the sophomore love team gave us a slew of their nerve-wracking tests.

Rrrricardo is giving a long test on the FIRST PERIOD. Not uncommon though.

And for the first time, mama rogs has finally announced a quiz date!!! She has finally bent to the will of those who protest against lightning-fast surprise quizzes which everyone fails. Why can't she be like kuya edmon and give us retests?

Okay tomorrow, tomorrow, i love you, tomorrow, I shall see you all. Have a nice day! :P