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Death -999999 blogged on Sunday, November 30 at 22:41 hrs. | |
I wonder why/how I got the habit of procrastinating and then cramming... God better strike such actions/habits with lightning...
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Death -999999 blogged on Saturday, November 29 at 20:06 hrs. | |
(Warning: This post should have been present in the net twelve hours ago) After a Midnight Maintenance, McAfee VirusScan was scheduled to scan Drive C at 12:25 of November 25, and Disk Defragmenter was scheduled four hours after. And to my surprise to think that my Hard Disk was already cleansed, an additional 1000+ files were still infected. Dom said that Enzo's hard disk may be infected and was passed on to me... ...and was true... Lorenzo, TANGGALIN MO HARD DISK MO!!! INFECTED PA RIN YUNG HARD DISK MO NA 'YAN!!! Dare ko sa'yo, buksan mo ang kahit anong "FOLDER.HTT" na makita mo - tignan nating ang resulta. 'Lang 'ya, yun mismo yung file na virus! Bwiset ka Dom, masisira computer mo tapos ililipat mo hard disk mo sa mga computer namin PARA MAINFECT DIN COMPUTER NAMIN!!! PASALAMAT KA HINDI PA SIRA COMPUTER KO KUNG HINDI, NEVER NA KITA PINAGAMIT ULI NG COMPUTER NA ITO!!! Siguro 'yun din yung dahilan sa kung bakit nasira computer ni Lorenzo... Ah, basta, Iiscan ko pa lang yan ang mga yan. Drive C starts at 7:42 AM, November 29, Saturday. Drive D starts three hours later and will end quite longer than what is expected. If our computers would still be infected, the reason would be BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY TRANSFERED A LOT OF FILES THOURGH DISKETTES AT THE TIME MY/ENZO'S HARD DISK WAS STILL INFECTED!!! Neon, Leone, Migs, Raymond, PC ng Tanglaw, lahat ng binigyan ko ng kopya ng Stars! mga computer niyo nakataya. Our computers are infected with the all-infamous VBS/Redlof@M Whatever the heck that is. And it infects HTML FILES. Uy... He writes very well daw o... Oh yeah! Ikaw din. (Taken and edited without permission from the creator, Ate Vig. Hope you don't mind... :) ) As the thoughts about him say, he does release (most of) his feelings through writing... blogging, to be more specific. True. And since he has more feelings here, he will type more. :D Back on Friday, I woke up to my surprise that I forgot to send my Jersey to the Washing Machine the previous day. Leaving me no choice, I left home without my Intrams Uniform. As I arrived school, more went like "gasp!" when they heard that this (school uniform) was my only uniform to wear. The next game was at 11:00, and Neon and Leone were desperate to have me play against SIL and SPA, but alas, I declined their offer to borrow a pair of shoes and shorts from other players. The battle against SIL seemed to be too dissatisfying, as the opposing force (I've used that term too much already...) were leading by three goals, and we had none to counter it. Players went back to the classroom, bitter and demoralized... While waiting for our final gush of fighting at 2:00, rumors were heard that SMP's basketball team would cream... Anong section 'yon? Basta yung susunod na kalaban. They would cream the enemy by playing with the game - which lead to their planned, humorous and shameful defeat. Default ba naman! That's the result of having too much fun in games... :D It was Football's turn, players ran to the field to go get 'em. From the spectators awaiting the next shedding of blood, I heard the possible things that could happen in such situations: If SPA won, they would take the highest position in Football, and SBG would follow. The third? Don't know... If SMP won, our opponent would remain in Second, pushing SBG forward to the top, leaving us Third, the highest position our team could possibly reach. The game went great as we made our first goal early in the game, with the enemy's goalie being injured as a result - accourding to witnesses, he probably didn't land properly as he tried to block the incoming ball. I shouted loudly from our great score. SBG also cheered since they, too, wanted us badly to win to attain the First Place. At that point, SBG and SMP were allies - if only they could substitute with SMP players... Yet again, we faced defeat as they gained two points in the remaining time of the first half and the whole second half. I left the scene the momment the last whistle was blown. SMP players followed and left the field, down, while SPA remained to inhale more of the dust of the Football field they have conquered - the scent of their victory. Yet Mark was happy that we have defeated SJW... Sufficient! Most of our complains go to poor referees. Volleyball is probably the only sport within the 3rd-1st place. Good luck. And after an hour, I'd be going to school for our Exposure Trip?! God damn, I haven't even asked/told Nny/Tty about it! I need to go badly for my IP groupmates to go to our home and finish it off! Shit! Maybe I won't join anymore... And join the next two setions. *sigh* these are the momments that you just need that Mossberg...
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Death -999999 blogged on Thursday, November 27 at 23:33 hrs. | |
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Death -999999 blogged on Monday, November 24 at 23:57 hrs. | |
Now, what the heck is wrong with 1 month-2 week old nails? I mean, nothing's wrong with letting it grow THAT long! Oh, and I don't see the point of seeing an old guy on a treadmill on your desktop, Enzo. NEWS FLASH!!! dfg may be right about what he's talking about in Beyond Sanity's board! Maaaring magkaroon ng Friendster si Rico! (I have to take back too much stuff...) Wow! Friends could be SO influencial! And I'm gonna listen to them when they say "'Wag kang mag-add ng teacher" and "'Wag kang mag-add ng hindi mo kakilala", with the exemption, of course, of Ms. Anasta (for the teachers' case). According to her, she's gonna try it out too so I just want her to have some fun in Friendster. And speaking of Ms. Anasta... *Rico enters the Faculty Room. He greets teachers the momment he opens the door after knocking, which is pointless because nobody isn't even listening in the first place* She did it first! Or maybe I was just illusionizing... (new verb in the dictionary!) Ah basta, si ma'am nanguna! Our game versus SBG had fallen down to a 1-0, rendering defeat to our team. II-SMP never learns. I kept telling them to "unlock" the "secret player" of II-SMP, which was me, whenever emergency situations come up. I wasn't really a VIP in the team. Calling me a "secret player" is only for the fun of it. The only reason why I'm in the team is for the sake of having a game in the Intrams of '03-'04. Ez went ahead of me in Badminton which was my specialty, so I had no choice but to re-live the memories of being a goalie and defender in grades 5 and 6. Doing such a thing didn't shrink back the size of my foot, though. The only reason that the secret player would be released is when our score would be in lead by two points. It was a nice game versus II-STM. Ben gave us two and Carl (Cabasal) gave us one, so that makes 3 otso-otsos (Punyeta, nasisiraan na kayo!), where STM gave nothing to themselves. Our victory didn't matter because our defeat definitely wouldn't be the cause of me. I managed to give a good share of kicks on the ball - two side kicks which redirected the path of the ball for a good reason, one knee as a counter from a long shot, an INTENTIONAL headbang from a bounce (probably the first in my soccer life - it should be something common), a "spike" that went out of bounds, and some hits that I may have not mentioned. I was able to counter most of the opposing players that charged with the ball being dribbled by their feet's dexterity (if there was such a thing called like that). I didn't make a goal because it is not a defender's main priority to raid the enemy lines. After my first side kick, I told myself "Cool...!". Accuracy is scarce when using the foot to shoot. After my knee hit, I told Mike "Parang gumaling yata ako, kumpara sa last year." I only use the knee to hit the ball for fun, specifically when there's a practice game and I'm the goalie which is equivalent to cannon fodder. My only means of measure of improvement are those kicks that I made and those that I made back then. Yet I have no means to judge if I did well or not. Or do I...? After the game, hands were exchanged (and unfortunately, curses were shared too), and were all grateful for the result (that nobody got hurt). As I was on my back to class after going to the nipa huts to get King_DJ's soccer ball, praises from Mike and Robby came to put a smile to my ears. (No, my ears don't have mouths.) They say that I'd be staying in the team for a longer time than planned. I don't know if they were sarcastic or not. Fortunately, I don't detect a hint of it. But no matter, thanks guys. You make me belong. Just make sure to unlock me some time, okey? The reason for acually PLAYING is for Kyle's favor. I asked Mike to play even for just a short while in SBG (That's Kyle's section, in case I didn't mention), but no, they wouldn't unlock it early! But now... I will play... Even if Kyle doesn't want to. But who said he didn't want to? And who said that I didn't want to? In case of frustration, just grab a Benelli M3S, load some 12-gauge shells, pump 'em up and let 'er rip! Don't forget to aim on something... or someone. :D It's such a happy day today, wave tayo! Okey, I take back what I said in "No performance would be beautiful anymore". And may I quote... "That's the Rico I know!"
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Death -999999 blogged on Friday, November 21 at 23:04 hrs. | |
Mr. Baduria: Group one... nag-almusal ba kayo? Ba't ganyan kayo mag-report? *Ms. Mendoza leaves the class after Science period* Cy: Rico, 'wag kang umiyak...! Rico: Tang ina, gusto kong kunin yung conduct slip na 'yan at i-uwi sa bahay! Rico: Mike, pwede bang magplay ng music sa lab, kahit sandali lang? Ms. Abancia: Pascual...! *A knock on the door of the Tanglaw office is heard* Pimentel: Does the moonlight shine on Paris... Jonel: Para mag cool-off ka... ............ I don't care if all of us are on "Final Warning Status". The only reason why I would have a warning in the first place is extreme amounts of tardiness. I just want Mr. Dizon to be back. But I think that would take too much time to bear. I don't want Mr. Dizon's wrath. If he says that his state is still not yet in anger, then we're dead if he is.
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*The first subject was English. Ms. Navarro walks in our room, with the usual smile on her face* ............ *The second subject was Filipino. Because Ms. Abancia would come back this Friday or next Monday from Tagaytay, Ms. Dela Fuente took over. After the subject's prayer...* Should I start speaking? Here goes. An accident occured back in Wednesday. The location named "hospital" was involved. The noun "stitches" was mentioned. The number "eight" was preceeded before that. The verb, that was a wrestling move, "suplex" was the action that caused everything. The names? I don't think I should mention. They, along with their section, are in a critical condition. Sure there was only a single casualty (no, no one died, and that's something to be thankful about), but it's not only the injured that we're down about. It's also the adviser. A fifteen-minute homeroom period would start the day before the rest of the subjects would come and eat us alive. Arriving late, I was wondering, too, why the class was quiet. Sir spent fifteen minutes to release his frustration towards II-SMP. And we heard the most painful thing he could tell us. We lost our eldest brother. An adviser replaced him. ............ Ms. Navarro: (back in our English class) I think he just wants to tell you to change your attitude. Well, I hope you've learned your lesson... "No lessons learned. Only identities changed." (and a whole bunch more) Ever since, more than half of the class didn't want to have AP anymore, and was thankful that the Local Maths Quiz erased our AP period today. And the subject came back to the set of my hatest subjects. But we're dead today. Our lat subject is 50 minutes of Homeroom period. Nothing made me cheer up. Something made my mood worse, actually. rico, pwdng p search at p prnt tngkol s major and minor scales...thnx! Sender: Sent: ............ I lack the reason to do it. I have more reasons as to why not. By the way, I'm just gonna respond about the people who texted me back then. I know this is too late. Vigile: Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong. It's been stuck in my mind and in my playlist alone for quite some time. I believe that sleeping at 1700 hours, waking up at around 0300, doing yor homework and not sleeping anymore because you're already wide awake from a GOOD 10-hour rest is better than sleeping at 0200 hours because you don't know if you should sleep or not and you can't study because you're too sleepy to work on anything and spend the rest of your "wake-up" time worrying about everything. No kidding. That's why I hate it when Nny would wake me up for dinner. "Ever Heard?" Do you know of the number "one"? How about the number "fourty"? Groups, individuals through beauty Steel, iron and silver did stay We frown with the clock's direction Although there were no lessons learned -Dynarry-Narrated History Chants. By Death -999999 Table material.
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Death -999999 blogged on Wednesday, November 19 at 19:42 hrs. | |
Frequent movement of the head causes it to ache. Daily habits aren't good especially when it involves another soul as you should know the difference between a habit and task. Don't consider one's opinion as yours, unless the one you made is the same as that of one. Lack of decisiveness causes lack of sleepiness. No one is to be trusted. Know what is pointless and what should be prioritized. Seems too quiet, even with the door opened... And I hate myself. I need to be more harsh. I need solitude, contrasting to those who are what people all "loners". Wanna know why? Being nice attracts people - both whom you like and don't. And NEWS FLASH!!! Back in the Second Quarter, 1/5 of my Maths Notebook is used. Assuming that it may last until my Junior or even Senior year, I found out that there ARE NO BLANK PAGES remaining in my Maths notebook. All blames go to Cy, Marc (Chan), Aldrin (took probably most of the pages - torn out of the notebook or still creeping in it), Mike (Pascual), and other that I may have not mentioned or remembered. Thanks to you guys, I've (re)learned a lesson: Not letting others borrow your stuff. I've lost 25 leaves of grid-embedded pages of Mathematic goodness. The next time I see someone write something on a notebook WITHOUT PERMISSION, I would tear it out of the notebook, and give it to him - hand it out or crumpled like a ball and be thrown. I mean, he IS writing on MY notebook, so why shouldn't he keep it? Oh, yeah... releasing anger is so much fun! Sooner or later, I'm gonna pop. Whooo... sudden gushes of halucination... What kind of halucination? The situations that really really really REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY get my nerve. I expect to pop next week, on the week of Intrams. The classrooms will unfortunately be locked, which is not good. Oh, by the way, the third version may not be shown in public. I need room to backstab. I'M REALLY SICK OF IT!!!
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Death -999999 blogged on Tuesday, November 18 at 00:25 hrs. | |
Hah! Were my guts really sick? I guess not. After eating dinner, taking a bath and playing some Resident Evil: Nemesis, I feel recharged again. And the mood to blog comes back! I bought four pens. One purple, one blue, one black and one DEFECTIVE black. I hope I can get a replacement soon - or my money back. I need that for more comics! By the way, this day rocked in school. Specially in Computer. Because I've met someone. So here you go. Like the "blog material" I was talking about back in the Freedom Wall, this is Ms. Navarro. Hahahaha!
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Death -999999 blogged on Saturday, November 15 at 01:29 hrs. | |
This should have been posted earlier... Sorry. Dom finished a lame game with the main character extremely slow, killing a lame final boss that's extremely weak, and ended the game with an extremely lame ending. Lame-O! Warning: A specific content of this blog is very unpleasant to the eyes. This "sting" was summoned from a friggin'... Argh! The classification of the "sting" is... green. So watch out. Another warning: This is long, and is mainly filled with rants. Let's go! Let's start off with some blog material, but unfortunately, I can't, because I lost the paper that Stalker wrote on to copy his poem. Just read the poem on the next issue of Tanglaw!, the publication of Claret whose first issue doesn't contain any article from a certain staffer because this certain staffer didn't submit any article assigned for him to make! AP grade? 85! Yeah! +5 fer meee! Filipino grade? 81! It went higher! The ones that decreased are Computer, THE, CLE, Science, English, and some other subjects that I may have not mentioned. The rest that went higher are also forgotten. I mean, these details weren't from the card! The card is to be released within eight hours! These were from the list of grades Mr. Dizon was holding... But the most important of what sir was holding is the individual subject conduct grades... because the one on the card is the average conduct grade... More precise details will come. Oh, and did you know the pek2 of Peter Piper?! And poor Nicholas (Rios)... I discovered that he was influenced by my evilness when he was already reciting that tongue twister... Hahahaha! AND WHAT IS THE POINT OF THESE TONGUE TWISTERS???!!! In order to dictate your words properly, you have to be ssslllooowww while talking! (and that's what Ate Riah and Ate Larla taught us members of the Junior Lectors and Commentators!) I mean, who would understand or maybe try to understand you if your words are at rapid succession?! Speaking hastedly (spelling?) may make you sound intelligent, but will make you sound dumb as well. Yeah, yeah, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper... Shove that peck of pickled pepper to your Pipe, Pete! Eat some fresh fried fish, before I fish you and fry you fresh! You want me to test you using the best non-breathing test?! Yes, that's the best for the best that wants the breath test best! Maybe I'd far rather ask your father to lather your face and shave it rather free?! And don't make me ask the ten tongue-tied tailors to twist the tinted thistled tongue of yours! Oh YEAH, that feels good... I wonder what Ms. Navarro's reaction be once she sees THIS... HAHAHAHA!!! I AM SO EVIL!!! Well... That's the feedback of hatred... or just being fucked off... (As some specified people said, "fuck off" is an idiom! Hwahahahaha!) What was the reason why I created a Utopian account again? Er, 'cause the people said so. And what was the reason why I DIDN't want to create a Utopia account again? Because I miss my old kingdom back in the World of Legends. What's up with Ragnarok? What's up with Friendster? Even teachers take a bite of it. Creepy. By the way...: November 15 - Michelle (No, no, not that look-alike of Ms. Navarro) Comic-drawing is back. I've made my own set of short stick-figured violence-filled comics. All seven strips (entitled "A Senseless Comic") are mere senseless violence, except for two. One of them disappointingly had sense, and the one did have because of the theme: T.H.E. Soldering flux as the stick figures, heating elements for weapons, the CB (circuit board) as one's eternal death... muwahahaha! Robby is also making his own. His comics are much better, one is because the characters aren't made of sticks, and two is because it has sense (well, that won't make MY comics better :D ). But I'm proud to say that a significant part of his ideas are from me (i.e., a teacher is discussing in class). I have a copy of his first. It rocks, thats why it's with me. His is more of comedy than action. Hahahaha! I am SICK and TIRED of being used! Why did Mike invite me to the web-team? Because I rock in HTML! I think according to him, I'm better than their current HTML guy. I mean not to boast. Besides, no one is born to become a genius in HTML. Do you know of anyone who published his/her first webpage at the age of three? I think not. HTML is either learned from the school's curriculum (spelling?), from the self using tutorials and the like, or was taught by someone else that is technically not a teacher. Me? I studied HTML through the tutorial that Tty gave me, practised tons of stuff at home, published my VERY first website (the first thing you saw was probably the second, since I never announced my first appearance using actual web space), sought more from other sources from the Internet (i.e., echoecho.com, and other codes from actual websites), placed everything into practice, and tadaaa! A Notepad freak! I like fixedsys, by the way! I dunno why I don't like courier that much... (sorry, Limit) Okay, I'm starting to sound like a jerk with a big head... What I am pointing is that I know HTML from ALL my hard work through tutorials and practice, and some hard work from other people (that's the main reason why I learned CSS). I don't use FrontPage! I DON'T know how to use FrontPage! I'm better at Notepad, typing ALL (or most) of the tags than using that copy-paste-something program! And I won't accept the offer to have a free 3-hour Internet per day (and more "unmentioned"s) when all they want is the betterment of their own status! Sure it's a BIG honor to be included in the WEB TEAM of Claret School the following year and get all those cool stuff while I'm in, but I feel like a piece of shit being passed around, even if I carry the dignity of our school, blah, blah, blah, BLAH!!! Even if it isn't true, I'm sorry, but that's how I feel. If I regret not joining, so let it be! I'm not going to MC... Oh, yeah, I was invited for Friday's fair, not on Saturday's... Oh, who bites? This message is specified for dfg467, Neon and Mike. YOU were the ones who were forcing me to go! I know your tactics! Kyle told me, but you will fail even if he didn't! Because the IP meeting was cancelled, and I'm not going to Kyle's place anymore! (It's both for me and for him) In other words, I will spend Saturday in my house, and NO ONE has the right to drag me to ANYWHERE because you are using your freedom while disregarding the freedom of another person! IN CASE I'm just paranoid and that isn't your tactic (or there's no tactic at all), then my point is just that I'm not going to MC. To Mia, who was third (well, not really 'third' - I've lost count of the numerous people who invited me or just asked me to join him/her/them) to ask me to go to the fair... Sorry I didn't reply. No... I don't deserve a sorry. So what was the excuse? No excuse. Just a reason. Either I'm too lazy to text (and think), or I just don't want to talk to anybody. The SOLE reason why I want to be in my room all my life... Which isn't possible. Oh, yeah, someone wants to be recognized through my blog. So please welcome Tanglaw's Associate Managing Editor, Roehl Niño Bautista. Well, that's it for today... I never expected this to be so long, compared to my expectation. This was composed within two hours. Any detail I might have missed, I'm sorry.
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Death -999999 blogged on Wednesday, November 12 at 21:17 hrs. | |
FRIENDSTER BITES!!! As punishment, I WILL create a Friendster account if I don't deliver the maze to Raymond tomorrow! But thanks to him, he reminded me to bring it, and now the package is within my bag! NO FRIENDSTER WITH ME, FIENDS!!!
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Death -999999 blogged on Monday, November 10 at 21:09 hrs. | |
Ate Vig was right. Out of the seven entries displayed in my blog, there was only a signly entry of joy that contained a single sentence. *sigh* What's happening with me? Back then, there are :) and ^_^' and :p and :D withing the entries... But now... But now... they seem to have become obsolete. Days seem to be more and more gloomy... But rest assured, today was a nice day, compared to ANY day last week. Otso-otso and the "F4" rocked in a Sophomore assembly. (No kidding! The crowd, even the speakers, loved it!) And being "the master" of the assembly was a kick-ass! First time eh. Saya! To dfg467, Neon, Leone Silverburg, and Ate Tanya... I'M NOT GOING!!!
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Curse you, Composition of Functions. No... Curse you, you friggin' Extemporaneous Speech! If you never existed in my life, you would have never consumed that day's Maths period, when the Composition of Functions was discussed! It's all YOUR fault! Thanks to you, Maths would never be the same AGAIN! And once again, I don't have any homework to pass... How could I? I don't know about any God damn thing in order to take out any Composition of Functions problem! *after asking Enzo for help on an item...* Rico: Yes! May homework na ako sa Math! Geometry still kicks my shin. Why, heck, I barely see the connection between Composition of Functions and Geometry itself besides the fact that Composition of Functions has something to do with Functions! ............ Oh, about my weekend? Just tell me to resist all offers and punch me really really really REALLY REALLY hard in the face when I do some volunteer stuff. Such volunteer work consumes time, money, resources, deletes any *happy-go-lucky* program installed within my systems and overrides it with configuration files made to increase blood pressure, heart BPM, perspiration, tension and temperatures.
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Death -999999 blogged on Wednesday, November 5 at 02:42 hrs. | |
Each divisions (you know, the red horizontal line within the blog) would represent a single reason why the day fucked off. According to Aldrin, Gem has not developed the films yet! Oh, and here's a scene: Carl: I'm in love! No wonder that Gem had a crush on that person... I thought the person in the pic was some actress or something... *I will make this the official alias of Daniella. Riku Nuottajarvi is one of the greatest music composers in thw whole world. He created the theme of Yehat, Thraddash, Commander Hayes, Hyperspace and Mycon. I actually related him to Daniella Nicholson, who is also one of the greatest music composers in the whole world, who contributed most of the music in Star Control 2. His greatest work is Melee!Projects were suddenly dumped upon us in a single day. And only 5 weeks is the span of the 3rd quarter! Minus one week because of the Intrams. Let's enumerate:
Since it was Ms. Navarro's birthday yesterday, people kept telling me to sign on her banner, something. Basta yon! Fucking shit! God, you don't have to pester me about that teacher! Hah! My response to them? The finger. Back on a specific time in lunch, I was on the corridor of our classroom. The momment I saw her... No, I did not collapse, nor did I see Heaven on Earth. I went straight back to the classroom. That's Heaven! All sollitude is locked in, which is second to my room at home. And I didn't sign it. Who cares? Do I care? Does she care? Does Neon care? Does dfg467 care? Does AJ care? Does kuya Ade care? Does Benjo care? Does Limit care? Does ate Vig care? Does Mia care? Does Sig care? Does Stacy care? Does Selda care? Does Kimmy care? Does Tracy care? Does Bobbie care? Does Cy care? Does Alds care? Does Jason care? Does Quito care? Does Ms. Anasta care? Does Mr. Dizon care? Do I want to eat kare-kare? NO!!! (well, I like kare-kare, so I guess that question's null) Oh, here's a good part. More than half of the class was sent outside. Here's the story. Filipino is exactly after lunch. I was on my table. I forgot what I was doing - I was probably fixing my things so that I could go home ASAP, since the last subject is Computer, and I don't want to go back to our classroom. Then Zaf said "Oi pila na." So I went outside - to see Ms. Abancia ahead of us. Ms. Abancia: Yung mga ngayon lang lumabas, dito kayo pumila. There. A finishing stroke that made sure that I would go home with my ass kicked. It didn't end there. It ended at the end of the Filipino period. We stood for 50 minutes (except for some others that sat down while Ms. Abancia was teaching and not aware of what was happening outside) outside, some of the final minutes were spent standing inside the classroom. Those who were inside her class in the first place had a minimum grade of 0, while it was our maximum. We lost an additional +10 points to the following long quiz which I cruicially need. We also don't know our card grade. Now why were we sent out? Because Ms. Abancia was already outside and the students didn't fall in line. Why didn't we fall in line? According to her, it's because we still want to stay inside the air-conditioned room. AND I RESENT THAT!!! I don't give a DAMN if the classroom was airconed. I actually prefer it WITHOUT airconditioning (I mean I prefer the good ol' days where the electric fans were the only ones to soothe us). It gives a lot of advantages. Lower energy consumption, no fees for the aircon, AND I get to eat inside the classroom whenever I want! (er, I mean on recess or lunch) And the reason why I didn't go out to fall in line is because I'm used to hearing Zaf holler "Oi SMP pila naaa!". I swear. If I hear him say that, I would already step outside. Now that it's too late and lost an activity and a jump start on a long test... Argh! Shit! Fuck! Damn! Son of a bitch! God dammit! Putang ina! Punyeta! Tarantado! Gago! Baka! Bakero! Inu no bakata! And everything else! Niyaaah! Nny's project (Tty's Booklet) is over, and now Dom's taking over! (Cool, it rhymed...!) I don't know why the heck his com's with Dom (more rhymes! Kick-ass!), but one thing's for sure: Dom's sleep is starting to be as worse as ours (Mine and Limit's), and he's taking the time I use to do everything I want/need. AND GODDAMMIT, WHAT THE HECK IS THAT POPPING STATIC IN MY EARPHONES???!!! Okey, this isn't a reason anymore. This is for the finalization of the entry. I have more things to say, yet I will post a more relevant entry tom... later after classes. I actually don't know how to end this entry, so let's just cut this sharply.
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Death -999999 blogged on Tuesday, November 4 at 14:35 hrs. | |
Special 2smp27 Edition This day fucks off. I didn't see my name on Tanglaw (my fault - I didn't do any of the work Ms. Anasta assigned me), BASIC Geometry kissed my ass, my Japan group in the Asian Food Festival is back which fucks off once again, IPs are starting, I and more than half of the class were sent out, losing our +10 in the next long test and a whole activity, and I'm about to shoot everyone with a gatling gun, assuming that I had one. I may not seem aggravated in the size of the fonts, but I assured dfg467 that I would smile once again when I reach home. All happiness is within the walls of my room, even if it is a simulated prison. All happiness. Not in school. Not in heck. In my room.
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Death -999999 blogged on Sunday, November 2 at 15:32 hrs. | |
The best vocalists are the ones on New Found Glory, Simple Plan and Dream Theater. I hate it when someone knocks on the door. I hate surprises. I hate physical contact. I hate it when someone makes me do someting that I don't want to do (well, yeah, obviously). I hate Vaness. I hate people who are makulit. I hate people who beg. (not only just money... you know, yung "Sige na! Sige na!" when I don't want to. God, do i want to punch 'em on the face!) I hate people taking over me and my freedom. I hate people who borrow my stuff (they are the first set of people not to be trusted, followed by strangers that swarm a venue like the mall). I hate being nice (it attracts people, good and likewise). ............ Statistics 267 (819 MB) mp3s total in My Music
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