word of the day! dududu! word of the day! dududu! ♥
awesome! awesome! awesome! bwahaha! our inner beasts have been released from our cages.ITS FUCKIN SUMMER!!!we gotta paaaarrtei! we gotta paaaarrtei!smolderin with freespirit.
...though i gotta say i was dissapointed about my algeb test. worried...but ecstatic.
you know yesterday was prolly one of the best schoolyear endings. after traditional picture takings with classmates in school, gimmicks were flying everywhere. me and kim went to donna's house where we stayed and played with chad. me and donna got our hair done while we waited for kim in kville. my annoying long hair is gone baby! its short and layered all the way. we got in the car, picked up veve and nailen (who were wearing skirts!...well, veve wore a dress, but its kinda the same) and arrived at eastwood, kat's condo.
bowling, i wasnt good at but i apperantly had fun powersliding on the floor.then shopping window shopping with donna. it was a riot. prolly coz of the smell of.......i dunno, FREEDOM?
word of the day. du du du. word of the day. du du du. ♥
one more day to go. parteii!!! come to think about w actually dont need to study much for 4th quarter. its not really counted in te rcard average as far as i know. but even so, i did burn my ass off for Histoy yesterday. i slept at around 1am reading and reviewing. i only did spend 3 hours of sleep...and those three hours were all nightmare.
in traumatic nightmares i did sleep. frogs. no, FROG DISSECTION. the torment. the incisions. the knives. the ether. the FIRE. ...okay there was no fire...but since my head was sweatin...THERE WAS.
eck. onga pala noh. i havent shared my traumatic incident during the first few weeks of the 4th quarter. LAB.
siyempre frog dissection. sadista ko pa when Ms. Herrero went all: "try crushing the brain if its still not dead" and i jerked and whispered "YESS" to nica coz i was trying to scare her.i never really cared about frogs.i just assumed that this so-original experiment would be a morbid rite of passage that we have to go through. whether they live or die. whether i'm the one killing it or just drawing the anatomical structure while witnessing someone else doing it. damn there must have been some insane childhood trauma that was prolly "forgotten"coz when left lung...inflated, there was that .01 second of hell. and i screamed and ran away
...like a sissy girl. started hyperventilating and eventually cried. Ms. Herrero was prolly scared that i'd die from extreme sock...or sue her...so she reassured me by explaining "the delicate balance of life", that "we struggle when we are in danger in hopes of still living"
...smooth Ms. H, smooth.anyway i snapped out of it...ermm...maybe an hour and a half later(?) yock. panggigigilan ko nanaman toh mamaya. >:\
ugh. wait wait. once i kill notes on filipino and algebra later, ...i'd prolly sorta maybe kinda never ever not forget about this...sometimes. ciao lovelies. ♥
the only reason i'm typing this a few days after the actual incident was coz my hand needed time to heal.
...like my soul......pfffbwaahahhahahaaahh! ngek. ;))
March 14, 5:00. i soo didnt wanna get out of bed because i could barely breathe with my stuffy nose, plus i was still tired from studying. but you just got to, what could a girl do? so after i took a bath and got ready, i went down to get me some coffee.
my first cup of coffee wasnt warm enough. like afternoon jug water temp lang. plus i drank from an itty bitty wiw cup. that wasnt gonna get me through the day!so i boiled some water again since there wasnt any left in the big thermos. so i left the water boiling for 10 minutes on high. i did notice i had some coffee on my blouse. yipee.but it was my own dirty work and i didnt really care since it was bound to get dirty by the end of the day. so i go handle the kettle. the steam evaporating from the water sorta hurt my hand a little (i was holding the handle, it was right above the opening)
oh yey. here comes bok. the new puppie. fuck i hate puppies.he comes on to my foot and wouldnt get out of my way and he was pulling my skirt. it was only a matter of time til the superultramega boiling hot water splashed onto my hand. 5 times to be exact. i didnt want to let go of the kettle and drop it. oc powers kicked in, wrong timing. so that's 5 lovely seconds of hotboiling water for my three fingers. index, fucker, and ringman. i think pinkie was up while i was carrying the kettle. uuuy girl. hahah. joke.
i was even panicking which took my aching hand 3 more seconds of pain. what do i do? what do i do? ice? tap water? toothpaste??? crap why didnt i listen to health when i was in 1styear??? so i finally made up my mind and drown my fingers in running water. i asked our maid if she could get me some ice. ooowie.no ice. but...there's ICE CANDY! whatt? ugh, fine that'l do. i had to deal with it since the car was gonna arrive any second.
i decided to announce what happened to me to the people who were inside the classroom before they could ask again and again what happened. then i asked niqi to come with me to the clinic. I WAS THE FIRST GIRL AT THE CLINIC! YEEEEY! and the nurse put on some burn ointment.
i couldnt focus in class from time to time. the hurt was on and off. and during lunch i start to notice, hey the ointment is turning silver....it was white when the nurse put it on me.
overexaggerating me was already thinking about my last will and testament in class. you can ask veve what i said. i was gonna die! truth, it wasnt just an ordinary paso. my finger practically furrowed. like grandma skin. ugh. nightmare.
so that was what happened. i couldn't move my fingers for a day or two but now it's fine. sorta. you cant press on my index finger though. this was the one that was badly scalded. i do hope it wont end up looking like this.please heal! please heal!
there's a moral somewhere in this story.
i just cant think of it right now. QT week na namin. 3 more days to go till freedom. ciao lovlies. ♥
eck no really. QT weeks only a couply of days away i'm on a breakdown here. i try not to think about the pressure of that unspoken rule of having above average grades. but here i am, a ticking time bomb. NEVER AGAIN MS. GERMAN! I'LL NEVER BELIEVE IN ANYTHING YOU SAY AGAIN! goddamn algeb ut2. a reviewer does NOT help when test items takes longer than expected. fact is your classes are easy peasy but you bombard us with futuristic algebra during the tests. that's just not fair. i've been good. well,...i know i've tried being good for the past weeks. WHY MUST THE GOOD FAIL...in algebra?!?
gawd i feel so dumb now. sure the whole batch was on their knees saying they missed one item..or two. baby, baby, baby...TRY FIVE. 3 points, 3 points, 2points, 1 point, 2 points. that's 11 points (or has my ability to add numbers failed me?) over 50 babe. over 50. please let her give points for even trying! ack! ALGEBRA YOU SICK BASTURRD! of all the times you could have played with me...you play with me when 4th Quarterly tests are within reach?? now i gotta study twice as hard. . . .-er.
i'm so drained. TUYO. i cant even type fast or process words in my head. gotta start on HEALTH, STAT, FILIPINO, BIOLOGY, ALGEBRA, ....etc etc etc...fuck why am i even here??!
pardon me for having an ambition. ciao lovelies. ♥
you know, i've watched a documentary of a pregnant lady giving birth. ..well it was initially shocking to see the...and when the... doesnt change anything though. it wont make me even think of taking a vocational and be a religious...whatever i'd turn out to be.
today in health class we watched a video from discovery whatever about heart diseases. it didnt seem much of a big deal since i'm aware no one really cares about the "cigarette smoking is dangerous to..." but then they showed this guy...who looked like Magneto...and he had a heart disease coz of smokin. and he had a bypass whatever and showed the open heart surgery. i thought of people i knew who smoked. i was like...
"damn."
which is crazy coz my dad, my brothers, my mom, my relatives, etc etc smoke all the time, if not all the time, i've known them to smoke and god that's a lot. wait, mong and miggy smoke too!
i told you people before, stop freakin smoking! you guys very well know that smoking can kill you or at least shorten your life span by years. so why the hell smoke? if you want sumthin to calm you down: try ice packs, or a gameboy, or coffee or anything that wouldnt suffocate your arteries with disgusting plaque. i am never (evuh-evuh, evuh-evuh, evuh-evuh...) smoking. you people should know better, i might just make a suggestion.
if you're not gonna stop smoking: "i'll bite your ear off, sow it back on, and bite it off again until you drop that deadly habit..."
