Hmm? While reading it, I was waiting for a punch line. Well, it's pretty much a moral tale, when you see the last line. But before I get serious, I just want to say: ANG HILIG NG PINAY SA PANGALANG MARIA! Ang hilig ng Math teachers sa pangalang Susan, Sally, Sue, Marcy at Jenny. Ang hilig ng English teachers sa pangalang Ben, Jenny, Lucy at kung anu-ano pa. At ang hilig ng Filipino teachers sa panglang Juan, Jose at Maria. I never saw my name on those word problems, on those Find-the-subject/direct object/object of the preposition (which I never got, by the way)/predicate exercises! All I ever see is Ben, Susan, Sally, Sue, Seashells. It's quite disturbing, really. I just hope they never name their kids Sally, Sue or Seashells. It's way too American. But then again, I'd prefer that to names with unnecessary Hs (No offense to those unlucky enough to have experimental-slash-hippie-parents during 1991--or whatever year you were born) like Mariah (not Carey, MA-REE-YAH), and one that I saw on one of the tricycles this afternoon: Fhe. I mean, what the hell? FF-HEH? What's the H for? And Rhose? How's Jhane? Or worse, changing Bs to Vs in the tackiest way--Veverly. Ehem, A Rhose By Any Other Name by the guy in first year, Ms. Arcilla's LP. That was the best! Ling raised to the power of two. Bong-bong, Bing-bing, Ling-ling (my Mom!), Ton-ton, Tan-tan, Ding-dong. Who would name their kid Ding-dong? Ding-dong! Anybody home?

Moving oooon. There's no punch line. The last line says:

Well? It wasn't just a quote I'm reading, processing, and deleting. I might delete it, yes, but the message will always and forever be with me. My Tita's been telling me things since last Monday. I kind of pissed my Mom off last Sunday...she told me that she's having a hard time raising me because I'm selfish and I need to get what I want, when I want, or else I'll be feeling bad. I'm not really like that, she just sees it that way. Sabi nga, weather-weather lang yan. And she just catch me on my off-days. But I'm used to it, doesn't bother me. And my Tita was there when my Mom was lecturing me (I really AM the black sheep, the hatest of all kids) and she sent me messages yesterday and today to make me feel better. And, in all fairness, I did feel better after that no-pinch-line text.

I really must see things under a positive light. See? That's why the flourescent light is better than the yellow, tear-shaped bulb. (All hail Angelito Flores! F*ck the government for not funding him...he had to go to Russia! But well, we don't have money, so whatever.) The flourescent bulb's brighter, so I'll see more clearly, and I'll see things positively. Like now, I'm supposed to be reading Noli, I'll look at it at a positive light: I'm doing this now and not studying because I have to get my brain ready, to rest for a while, or else I'll be torturing myself. Wait, that was crooked. (: Not quite the way I wanted it to sound but deal with it.

Positive light! Look at History optimistically. I hate the test, kind of. I could recite everything in the book and in my notebook from memory! But then, the questions were quite tricky and not all for details, you have to think! I didn't expect a thinking test, she doesn't usually give thinking tests, so I had a hard time. I just answered, and once the text is in the test, in the test it stays. Why is it that every time we check papers, I have that "Ay, sh&t, oonga no!" feeling and while taking the test, I never do? I always end up getting the wrong answers. Well, it'll serve as a test, next time, I'll do better because I'll study more and understand more.

Before I go, I have to tell you! Did I tell you about that kid in church? The kid who stared at me for the 1239846 minutes of the duration of the mass? Yeah? The two-ish years old who reached up to the top of my knees and knew my name? Yeah? I did? Well, I know who he is! I went to the Parish groundbreaking last Sunday, and one of my Mom's aunties came up to us and said that her grandson saw us in church and stared at us! HAHA. So thaaaat's the kid. Oh well. I better go now and read my Noli. Today was supposed to be the easiest day--History? I thought I would nail it. (Translation: I didn't!), Algebra? It was nice. I kinda liked it, but I got one word problem wrong already, too bad. Health? Pretty much the easiest so far! I hope. Who knows, it might be full of trick questions? Yesterday was the heaviest! Chemistry and English together? Well, but I didn't study. I read the facts, and studied the facts and the facts alone. But guess what? The facts were what, 30-40% of the test? Only that! Ha! Especially English. I don't like the thought-provoking multiple choice analysis-of-text items! We have different views! ((: And CLE? Don't talk to me about CLE. Next in line and Last in line: Filipino and Geometry! I'm gonna kill myself for Filipino and not think of the smart-ass bitches (Note: That's a term of endearment if it comes from me, darlings :-*) who got exempted! THE LOT OF THEM! Waa! I'm jealous! Boo-hoo. Okay, don't keeeep that in mind!

I'm off!

PS. (Who knows where to get a WWJD bracelet? Or who can teach me to make one? Or who can buy me one?)Who can kindly give me an IDEA (and better yet--an aid!) as to where/how I can get the WWJD bracelet NOW? I've been wanting it since I was in f***ing Grade 5! I had one in Grade 5 but I can't find it now. And I've wanted one ever since! That's what, 5 years!

PPS! I found my Grade 7 ID. Eek! Not me! Not ME! Oh fine, face it. Me. *Crieeeeeees!*

PPPS: I'm reforming, I'm eating properly, and I'm quitting being too dependent on my grooming kit. Ako'y insekta ng bayan. Ha? Wala lang. I'm wasted. Bye, y'all.