Note: Am Ranting here, so a lot of the words are in my own language. sorry to those who don't understand.



Imagine that you had a friend that you've known since you had snot running down your face. If you knew, or at least everything you knew pointed in the direction of, that the person was wrong, would you still be loyal to them?

i hate it when people use "this is the way i am" as an excuse not to change.

isn't it annoying when people say "let's just put that in the past alright?" even if the issue is unresolved? it's like you have no choice but to put it in the past because it has been offered that you do so, even if you have a ton of unanswered questions, even if your mind goes crazy once you remember that situation. syempre you have no choice kasi you'll seem like a war freak if you don't just forget about it. aarrgghh.

another thing i also hate is when people think that they can say anything they want as long as they say "joke lang" after it. and then they get offended when you get mad. kasi nga joke lang yung. and pikon mo naman, naiinis ka sa joke! what the hell? eh what if your "joke" really did hurt? are we not allowed to get mad then, just because it's a "joke"? it's the mentality of filipinos to laugh at anything eh. even if it's the worst thing that anybody has ever said. kumbaga nga if the americans get flooded, they evacuate their cities, but if the filipinos get flooded, hell they'll swim in the baha! rats or no rats. it can either be called optimism or stupidity. just depends on your outlook on life, or your current PMS situation. in this case, i've been PMSing for two months already so i guess all this bitching is understandable.

               

A first grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked,"Harry, What is your problem?" Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!" Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed. Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him, and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Harry: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Harry: "36".

And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know. The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade."

Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions." The
principal and Harry both agreed.

Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"

Harry Replied: "Legs."

Ms.. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!

Harry Replied: "Pockets."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"

Harry: "Pants."

Ms. Brooks: "What's starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?"

Harry: "Coconut."

Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"

The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...

Harry: "Bubble gum."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down
and a dog do on three legs?"

The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer.

Harry: "Shake hands."

Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in K that means a lot of heat and excitement?"

Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth grade, I got the last seven questions wrong.

there was this huge and horrifying rat in our house the other day. but it's life has been ended when our helper (let me use my sister's words) "bludgeoned it several times with a domex bottle" which is as horrifying as it sounds. But it definitely left a mark in our lives because before it drifted of into rat paradise, it comepletely  chewed through our internet line and i have been without my precious internet for the past five days. I was getting withdrawal syndrome, good thing my dad came home with his fabulous lap top and which i plan to use and abuse until the wee hours of the morning. oh, the simple peasures of life.

today I had to go to TMA to get my recommendation forms filled, and mostly the whole class was there. It was their first day so they were just half day but I was able to see Michelle, Adi, Tamy and some of the guys. Chloe was so mad at me for not telling her that I was moving away. Gikko hasn't come home yet. He's probably on the plane right now, on the way here. Michelle wouldn't stop hugging me and Reinier was doing that hilarious (but sweet, really) tampo act that had me smiling, in spite of myself. I had to hold back tears. I guess i missed them more than I let myself believe. It made me think why I'm moving away in the first place. This is totally my choice, and I do regret it a little, seeing as how much I missed them. But this is something that I just have to do. My mental health relies on it. I just have to know if this something that I want is better, that this will make me happy. I would rather have a less than satisfactory time for the next two years than to not know how it would go at all.

I was telling sila Adi that they should come over to the house and we could play monopoly again. Yabang ni Tamy, she'll just beat us nalang ulit daw. Adi mentioned that we should go out when Gikko comes home. I said ok, but I really don't want to. There are too many questions with him, too many unanswered questions about moments and words that were said that just didn't seem to matter to him. How can someone say something yet do something else that directly contradicts what they say? Is the hypocrisy voluntary? Or can't he help himself? It's just frustrating that I know that we're still playing this game and he seems content to hide behind the pretext of friendship, so content to keep me guessing when I know that I don't have that much time because I'm leaving and that means that i'm not a part of his life anymore and i just know that i'll be wondering forever if what was there could have been something different but then i'll never know because if I know him as well is I think I do, the most I'll ever get out of him now is a "take care, have fun" text message.

i don't know if i was making sense but i guess that's all i wanted to say.

my face is gold and i was wearing a prom dress that was black and gold. my lips were pale
with three year old lip gloss that was given to me when i didn't even know what lip gloss
was. that is the result of my boredom. i even gave myself this huge mole ala nora onor style. hahaha. i think the coffee is working already.

anyway, today i went to ICA to take my entrance test. it went fairly well, except for the stupid math part. there must have been about 20 questions that i had to guess in, all because i don't rely my life on what a fraction will be if its in decimals. ok ok, so that's like a lesson in grade five, but fractions is something that i'll never understand. am i supposed to care  if this fraction is equal to point this and that? how will that affect my life in the long run? hell, i plan to rid my life of all studying of math in the near future, why should i try this hard now?

because i have no friggin choice, that's why. it's irritating that you have to put up with all these time wasters when you could be our there, maximizing your potential, but you have no choice to but sit in a mund numbing classroom all day and be subjected  to mind deadening lessons of x=blahdiddyblahblahblah.

so, obviously, I hate math.