No classes tomorrow. Oh, what a joyous surprise! (Note the sarcasm.) Think about it, we should've had our Chemistry test this morning, but due to the little detail that everyone else will get another weekend of studying (Read: More time to study), she owed it to us to give us the same amount of studying. Aw, that's so sweet! I think she has a very incredibly compassionate heart, it's just that...that...I'd rather have the test today! I don't want another weekend of studying! I've spent more than enough time yesterday studying for today's Tuesday's test. Who to blame? Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, the Malacanang!

Why did they have to cancel classes. Oh, right, registration for SK. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE REGISTRATION PROCESS GOES, (or what I'm registering for?), but well, I'm not complaining that I've got an extra day to lie around and wait on my friends. (But, Chem test!!! Okay, Bee, think happy thoughts...endless movies...endless sleeping...endless chit-chatting with Tep and Sang and Reg and not Reg coz she's playing tennis...okay, mind set changed!) THANK YOU MALACANANG. But still, what IS the SK? Two months ago I would have killed to try my hand at that (after finding out what that is, of course,), but now, it just seems like a pathetic way to try and fill up my college application forms and more work. I really can't do that. I've got enough in my hands already. That, and the fact that my barangay is quite scary, people there, people here, tambay there, tambay here. Basically, it's not a lovely neighborhood. I'd rather not go out the house, much less to actually join the people who scare me enough to keep me grounded within my (very comforting compared to the streets) little house. So now, I don't give a damn about my college applications. I'd give them a spectacular (HA. Work on it, Bee. You can do it, just don't slack off.) report card! (Am I kidding myself? I'd like to think I am NOT, against my better judgment.) Oh hell. Yeah, right. Can I give them a spectacular report card? Well, maybe if I trade my name with Bless, Khisby...Haha! Illegal ways. But whatever. I'll give them BIANCA's report card, and if they don't want me, then SO. BE. IT. Their loss. I'd give them credentials! (Not particularly helpful though?) I'll tell them I was part of Events, Prom Documentary, Debate Club, Basketball Team, painted with oil on weekends, and studied computer programs. And to quote Lady Sovereign: Love me or hate me, still and obssession, love me or hate me that is the question, if you love me then thank you! If you hate me, then...FUCK YOU! Well. There.

Now where was I? SK? What the hell is it? Cayco wanted to be part of it. But then, that's Cayco. She's always wanted to be a politician, but me...Me? Politician? Lawyer? Must have some connection. But law is kind of more on the abiding by the law and defending the law and getting around the law while politicians (generally, okay?) are simply about disregarding the law and getting their wallets stuffed. But then, not all of them, just a couple who...whatever. GMA is great. And that's what I think. I think she's not after money or power. She's not even responding to the rumors circulating around about her. She just does her job. I admire her, god. But I don't think I'm fit to be a politician. Leave that to Caix (She's the good kind, not the corrupt, dearies. Chill.) and I'll debate and do my thing.

'Ya get?

And my thing: MOVIES. Tomorrow, Alyssa and Tep are coming over. Wait, Alyssa, are you coming over? Ditch tennis! Yay! Nauna tayo.

And PS, while we're discussing the future of mankind my teeny bitsy (not literal, ha, coz then I'd be a liar.) life, I'm having a major decision decided upon at this moments. My first son will be named Galicano. And that's final. Don't marry me if you don't want it. Get it? Now scram.

I need to reeeeest. Good bye. I was exhausted after the basketball training, and I must get to bed, NOW. I drank (and always do) 3-5 bottles or glasses of drink. Today: My water from my tumbler, my brother's C2, 2 bottles of gatorade, and 2 glasses of water. All within 2 hours after training. Not healthy, but I loooove the feeling of having cold liquids inside my mouth. Hmmm.

I'm sorry AFS, I can't do a thing about the Visual Plan 'till tomorrow. As said, tired!