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Our college entrance exams are a day away!!! Holy St!

Well, today I'm over Chara's place hoping we could get some reviewing done- if that's possible. We both have the same sched for our entrance exams.

Anyway, our Biochem teacher is still boring us to death. He uses a projector this time but I don't see any difference in the dull atmosphere of his lecture. Aside from that, we still nap at his time. I want the earth to swallow up when he enters the class.

And then, there's our no- good homeroom teacher. Last time I saw him he had two large zits on his nose. EEEEEWWWW!!! Someone get him a derma!! If there's going to be teacher's day this schoolyear, I'm gonna throw a snake at him! He's also our P.E. teacher and I rhink he's positively clueless on coaching our varsity team. Who hired this guy?? I can tell he's quite an amateur. I don't even think he can teach. I am soooo gonna give him a poor evaluation this schoolyear.

Our Filipino teacher is suspiciously gay. I've got nothin' against that. He's got a really big mole in the middle of his nose which looks like a fly from the distance.

And then there's our female PE teacher who also doesn't have any idea what subject she's teaching. It's PE, for heaven's sake, PE!!!
You're not suppose to abandon your students in the middle of the Physical Fitness Test! What a loser....she didn't even demonstrate how to do it! She just gave us some record papers and left. God...

Blogging off now. I probably won't be able to blog again for weeks.

I SWEAR i wanna kill myself everytime we have biochemistry. Our teacher has a notorious plan to bore us to DEATH! It's all snoresville when he enters the classroom. He's probably the Sandman in disguise. So it's no surprise that half of the classroom is already napping with our professor droning on and on and on...dammit. It's super tempting to skip his class! Everytime we have his class, I'm praying a bomb will drop in the classroom so at least something happens! I am sooo gonna give him a poor evaluation before this schoolyear ends. I refer to Biochemistry class as naptime. no offense to the dork but we all just want to walk out of his class. I mean, if he doesn't have better teaching methods, our grades are going to suffer! In fact, I'd rather read the thirty-inch reference book than listen to his lecture! God...

Urgh...wouldn't you know? I've got the worst sore throat and a freakin' cold. And I got wet in the rain! It's rainy seasons here so we're all expecting thunderstorms and typhoons.

My pants are soaking wet from the rain right now...

Anyway, I am still so pissed off at that girl who named herself Picasso. We sketched vegetables today. I looked at "Picasso"'s work and the half of a squash she drew looked like a friggin' yellow vagina (pardon the disturbing simile) and still, her whole artwork looks like a CRAP. No abstract style in there.

Tonight, I'll probably wrap myself with the thickest blanket and drink tea. Hmmm....

In our art class, we did a still life drawing of an orange surrounded by bananas. Our art teacher showed us one of my batchmates work (FYI: total Biatch) which looked more like a grapefruit with a mardi gras costume. I mean, I'm trying so hard to appreciate it but it still looks like- crap. I absolutely have no idea what's so interesting about it.

Then, during lunchtime, my best friend and I went into the empty art room to look at the crappy artwork. (pardon me, but everyone says so) We found it and my best friend said it looked more like an apple with a yellow helmet. Then, we noticed that she titled it "Bananas of Picasso" (I can't say her name coz if she reads this, she'll throw me a b*tch fit) and we both bursted out laughing! I mean, Picasso would've slapped her if he was still alive! She brings shame to the abstract world! Then I commented "Picasso? She compares herself with Picasso? Picasso my a**!"

and wouldn't you know it?

We suddenly noticed our art teacher who had walked up to us. It turned out he was sleeping on the benches in the art room. Urgh..

Moral story: if you've got something bad to say, bite your goddamn tongue!

But still, it doesn't change my opinion about that terrible splotch she calls art.

One word that generally describes the situation in my classroom: Chaos. While I'm trying to grip the facts of Analytical Geometry on the blackboard, someone's spraying perfume every ten minutes, someone's laughing at the back, someone's talking like he'll die tomorrow, there's someone always challenging the teacher's points and conclusions, someone's throwing crumpled up paper, (well, it's better than spitball), and there's giggling going on. I'm a joykiller all right, but only when it's necessary. Besides, I still don't get Pythagoras' theorem!

And then, during our free period, there's this girl singing like she's having a concert despite the fact her voice i totally fg annoying! If only I can throw a book at her...dammit.

An then, while making our composition writing in nglish, there's a guy who'll assume I'll keep providing paper for him. Dammit.

Gotta go. Peace Out

I'd almost give anything up to have less weekdays and more weekends. I'm hoping to be at least top 10 of the class.
We've got new teachers- two of them at least. Our Filipino teacher is really funny but "seemingly" gay. And he has this really big mole in the midle of his nose which looks like a fly in the distance. I hope my gaydar isn't broken. I've got nothing against gay people- I repeat: I like hanging out with them.
Then we have our adviser. A guy. He teaches PE. But for some weird nonsense-of-a-reason, my blood boils at the very sight of him. I just plain HATE him. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against PE but i just don't like him. Period.

Anyways, I might not be able to log in for the next few weeks because my mom just had to take our only computer to my brother's condominium to Manila. Because my brother's a scholar in college. He needs it more than we do. Hmmph... I'm totally depending on internet cafe's nowadays.

School's a blast. It's just too bad my best friend's in a different section so we always try to find time to hang out together.

Then there's college. This'll be the year we'll be taking entrance exams to different colleges. I might go crazy filling up forms!

School's a really difficult roller coaster ride, if you ask me.

1. They are laughing at me, not with me.
2. I will not fake my way through life.
3. I will not call my teacher "Hot Cakes."
4. I will not encourage others to fly.
5. I will not Xerox my butt.
6. I will not instigate a revolution
7. I will not draw naked ladies in class.
8. I did not see Elvis.
9. I will not trade pants with others.
10.I will not drive the principal's car.
11.I will not sell school property.
12.Spitwads are not free speech.
13.A burp is not an answer.
14.I will not belch the National Anthem.
15.I will not grease the monkey bars.
16.I will not hide behind the Fifth Amendment.
17.Hamsters cannot fly
18.I am not a dentist.
19.Underwear should be worn on the inside.
20.I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty.
21.I will not conduct my own fire drills
22.Goldfish don't bounce.
23.I will not eat things for money.
24.I will not yell "She's Dead" during roll call.
25.I will not barf unless I'm sick.
26.I will not carve gods.
27.I will not aim for the head.
28.I will not snap bras.
29.This punishment is not boring and pointless.
30.My name is not Dr. Death.
31.The principal's toupe is not a frisbee.
32.Mud is not one of the four food groups.
33.I will not sell miracle cures.
34.I do not have diplomatic immunity.
35.I am not authorized to fire substitute teachers.
36.The Pledge of Allegiance does not end with "Hail Satan."
37.Garlic gum is not funny.
38.I will not do anything bad ever again.
39. "Bart Bucks" are not a legal tender.
40.I will finish what I star

My favorite are number 3, 24, 28, 36 and 40.

And you can't blame me. I've been working on my painting for the last few days and at the end of the the day, my nails are splotched and speckled with colors of the rainbow. It's worth it for the love of art, but I can't ignore the fact that my fingers look like they've been digging in a gutter. Urgh.

Maybe when I get to the mall, I'll walk up to the salon and demand to give me a pedi ASAP.

Anyway, I'm almost done with my painting.

Two summers ago, while our vacation in LA, California, I realized there are some dogs with an uncanny sense of getting themselves lost.

While folding our laundry in the garage, it was any other day- when a dog with short curly-white fur- promptly walked in the garage, seemingly out of nowhere. It was a female of mixed origin and she was quite friendly and didn't hesitate to be petted. It must've known we were dog-lovers. She had no collar so we assumed that she'll eventually walk back to her owners in the neighborhood.

The next morning, I was shocked to see the dog sleeping on the old couch in the garage. We had no choice but to keep the dog and see if the owner might look for her.
We fed her, hoping that this time she will go back home so we left the garage door open for her. To no avail. She enjoyed our company though, being very playful at our presence.

It's apparent she wanted to adopt us.

When we left LA, the dog was still at our relative's house. It's a good thing they have dogs of their own too.

Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!" With the billowing effect on his "cape".

Oh brother.

My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.

He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.

It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.