hehe... kinda over the 2.5 thing. every other day made me realize that i really deserved that 2.5. oh well!

anyway, i have a thing with gray underwear. everytime i wear them, my stomach always hurts. like right now. it's bad because i have to do my statistics project, study for an english long test and research on indian indepence for social.

that's it, kind of. my intestines are fucking up my brain but i have to go on because there's only two weeks of school left anyway. =P

and remind me not to wear gray underwear anymore.

67th row may not be as far compared to the less expensive free standing tickets. by the way, i'm going to go to the incubus - live in manila concert! wahaha!!! *raises curtains and hears some angels sing chorally*

they're kinda expensive. 2036 pesos ($37) each premium ticket, and i got the 67th row. blech. but hell, that's what binoculars are for.

i also got my eyes on this cheap digital camera, but i'm short of Php1500. help...

well, at least i'm going. i've got nothing to complain about now.

btw, i'm sorry for my absence. i am really stressed and exhausted in school, i wasn't able to make kat's birthday layout... i feel so guilty... T_T i'm really really sorry! i am even cramming math which i did some parts of yesterday.

i guess i'm going to explode. but i'm going to explode AFTER the concert. ^_^

guess who has premium tickets for the incubus concert tonight and is not there right now?

it's been so long since i haven't blogged. jesus christ, i think i forgot how to...

but since i made it to the control panel and i still know what the "POST" button's function is, i guess i'm still hanging in here.

i'm sure that you guys would want to know about the incubus concert i wasn't able to attend to. well, kids, here's the story. i asked permission, they agreed, i bought tickets, they took back their permission and they wouldn't give it back. it's frustrating, but i have gone over it. but it would've been better if i was really able to go. i'd be raving about it for a week.

you guys may also want to know the reason behind my absence. well, i have been busy. very busy. i have been slavedrived by my school and up to now, i am treasuring the remaining time of freedom which i haven't been able to experience for probably a month now.

i have lots to say, but i have no strength and energy to write them all. i am very exhausted and i can't drain those creative juices out (if there's still some left anyway). someday, i'll be back, active or hyperactive even in the blogging world.

but not now.

notice:
i would like to say that kat's and death's layouts are the last ones i'll make by request. i won't be making layouts for other people anymore (yes, even yours, sorry...) for other than it takes months of waiting before i get that layout done, i can't even make layouts for my own anymore. i don't have both time and talent. if ever i make a layout, it will be out of shear luck or the zone is present in my room. T_T...

i'm really sorry for those concerned. there are other people who make layouts and are probably a lot better than me. ja ne.

please take this new quiz i made. and please rate it afterwards!

comments too, please. i'm a feedback whore.

Which Song would Suit your Lovelife?

thankies!

new layout. new title. hurrah.

i wasn't blogging until the new layout because, well, for no reason really. nyahaha...

but i'll try to make a lot more sensible posts from now on. not really on vital issues, but i'll try my best to place a certain opinion on everything i talk about.

but right now, i can only talk about a twisted occurence at school.

my cve teacher gave his final words for his students today, being the last meeting for the school year and all. i was not too interested because i presumed i'll hear some boring lines like, "i have no problem with this girl," or "yes, she's very smart and a participative student" and such, but instead, he said that i was one of the persons who had those stares, or glares, and then dubed it as eagle eyes.

true, i stare (or glare) at some people, but nobody really notices that. nobody close to me, that is. but yes, i do stare at people i'm not really used to or to those who, simply put, get the fuck in my brain. and i confess i enjoy staring at people and looking whether they react, stare back, or simply look away.

then again, the thought of leaving impressions that i may have a thing for the stare-ee scares me. but hey, i didn't say anything directly, did i?

the best starer for me is sayuri of memoirs of a geisha. there was a part in the novel wherein she is instructed by her superior to let this noodle boy to drop the noodles he was holding. what she's instructed is to approach the guy but to look down. when she is in level with the man, she should suddenly look at him eye to eye, leaving the guy with bewilderment and an impression of mystery. yes, she succeeded.

now, that is probably #41 of my to-do list. i tried to do it to this guy because i knew he was looking at me already, then when i did that, he instantly looked away. hehe... i wouldn't say it was mission accomplished, that's why i want to do it again.

right now, i should be having my nose sucked by some textbook or notebook. i should be having a migraine and i should be delirious that i could kill someone without being aware of it. in other words, i should be studying insanely for this week, as you may have probably heard from other agustinians, is examination week. but here i am, sitting pretty as a duck.

don't worry. i haven't gone mad but there's all too much reason to relax too, if you're me, that is. glad to say that all my hard work in the first to third grading paid off because i got excempted in 5/6 exams! by excempted i mean that it is no longer required for me to take them.

in my school, you can get excempted when you get an average of 90 and above based on your grades from first to third quarter, and your class standing for the fourth quarter is 72. somethin' somethin' and above.

and so i did, except for math. if i only didn't get lazy in math, i would've excempted it too. but no worries, i guess. math is the last exam of the year so i can take it and go out with my friends straightly afterwards.

i'm happy, despite the unflattering remarks and the curses i have received from my pitiful classmates who have to go through the ordeal of going to the brink of insanity studying the whole day for a single exam. bwahahaha...

i'm mean. i might have bad kharma. argh, bad kharma my beezwax. i'm happy relaxing, i want to grind like i have the otso otso complex.



by the way, in health yesterday we had this activity wherein you should pass through a rectangular border made up of package straws which is halfway up the classroom. i don't know if you could imagine it but the catch of the game is you have to pass through that rectangle without having any body part touch it.

if that's the case, you can't go under it, but you can't jump into it, unless of course, you're one of the cast of crouching tiger, hidden dragon. so the only way we can do that is to carry the person to the other side. and the goal of the game was to transfer everyone to the other side. wow. also, when someone touches the straws for two times, we had to start all over again. health was, like, teaching us how to mosh pit. i felt kind of weird, but i did get through without causing the exhausted class trouble. out of the two times i was transported, i got through the borders smoothly but i fell flat on my butt both times, too. yeouch.

it was fun, though. the boys didn't complain much which made me feel good. i wasn't the cow i thought i was.



by the way, thanks for the comments, people. you rock my socks as well.

oh my god. i should be flattered, right? some ugly fart like me is actually pick-able! why hasn't the heavens crashed down on my stretch-marked butt cheeks? why wasn't i struck by lightning so that i could scare away the little chickens?

oh dear. need i ellaborate? well, listen up kiddos. you wouldn't be hearing stuff like this from granny...

you see, after i took the math test last friday, i and some friends went to the mall. you know, for an after-school-summer's-eve kind of gig. we went around, making noise and rampaging like an all girls school's bunch of idiots.

well, let's fast forward the events. we went to tower records through the second floor, since in glorietta, there are two floors for tower records. then one of my companions told the rest, "shit, grabe, may sumusunod satin..." (shit, some people are following us).

i wasn't going to let some people ruin our fun. so with my carefree, laidback style, i advised, "pare, 'wag mo na lang pansinin yan (dude, just ignore them). they can't hurt us if we're together."

then, i decided to buy two cds. i told my friend to accompany me to the register, but she was frozen and she seemed to ignore me. so okay, fine. i went to the counter passing by the two stalkers, a bunch of posers, and passed by one of them when returning.

he was facing the cd rack when he suddenly turned (in a suave manner *cough* *cough*) then said,

"miss, pwede bang makipagkilala?" (miss, want to get to know each other?)

then and there i wanted to smack his nose. i was offended and insulted, though my bitchy side found it flattering. i really looked fat in my emily the strange shirt and this stud-cladded pants and still he actually had the nerve to attempt picking me up. i thought boys now had high standards? i mean, what happened to "the society's view today of image and beauty?"

of course i would take it all as a joke. no. a prank. but before that question my friends actually noticed they were following us for the longest time. uh-oh.

so, yes, being the anti-drug citizen i am, i said, "hinde." (no). then the public school brat persisted, "bakit hinde?" (why not?). i just passed him by rolling my eyes and said, "no" in such a pedophillic immature type fashion. haha.

it's a good thing my group of six where nearby so i guess that shooed them off. the cowards couldn't even face my friends. hehe.

anyway, the group started thugging my shoulder and persisted me to tell them what had happened. so i did. they didn't know how to react. i wouldn't too, if i was in their shoes. i mean, i WAS the least worried when we realized we were being stalked. then THAT actually happens. i was the stalkee!

later on, they made fun of me being, "malakas ang sex appeal" (strong sex appeal).

jesus christ. now i don't want to go back to my favorite shop of all time. well, unchaperoned anyway.