And there you have it

QT results in Filipino, History, Geom and Chem have come in. They weren't shockingly low, but they were just tick marks off the grade I was aiming for, which is even more depressing than flunking. Every little mistake was careless. I can't believe I classified melting as a chemical change!!! And that was in the multiple choice part, people. I swear I put it down as a physical change. >.< And I never can seem to get full marks for my essays in History. Garh. Does not anybody appreciate my wonderfully composed sentences, that, though not really direct to the point, reads like a human interest article?

The heck. Remind me to use simple sentences next time.

Really. Just how distracted was I when I was reviewing?


The only cheery grade I have is Geom. Ok. Friend ko na ang Geom, because Geom is befriending me! (Sir Andie: And the symbol for negation "~" is called TILDE. Tilde take my heart awaaaaay...)
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We had a Charter Change symposium a while ago. It was informative, but so tiring. Even I was spacing out; the second reader's voice was remarkably alternating with Misha's ("What does the CBCP have to do with it, huh? Like, they can't represent the Filipino people because not EVERYONE is Catholic! Why don't the Muslims make their own CBCP..." etc etc), with Billy at the side (Me: Misha, you're hostile.
Billy: She's not hostile, she's hungry.
Misha: Guys, sedate me when I get out of control.), who was trying to calm her down. Put together, they didn't make much sense til I finally snapped out of it.

At the end of the talk, I still don't think I know enough to write enraged essays over the issue... (Sulatan ko kaya si Randy David?) I feel that I will never ever be able to be coherent and logical over any social and political issues. Kaya hindi ako pwede sa debate e; mabilis ako madala. Sabi nga ni Sir Ruel (pasalamat siya na-qquote ko pa siya sa blog ko) "You fight with your head, not with your heart. Or else you lose."

A fair point.
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I think we're going to the mall tomorrow to start gathering ideas for prom dresses. Thank goodness for that, or else I won't have any excuse to not go to the soiree. My parents are weird. Sila pa nag-eencourage sakin. I suppose I should consider myself lucky, since this is the position I know my sister would absolutely love.

Bah. Social gatherings with strangers are so stressing. Maybe it's my own crazy notion but I think soirees are as vicious and as depressing as beauty pageants... and on another point, I'd absolutely love to strangle the guys who take it upon themselves to be the judges. Ngyar ngyar ngyar. It's the battle for the best, the boldest and the loudest. Oh come see the carnival!

But I'm not saying all soirees are like that.

This is just being me. *is trying to placate anyone who can be possibly offended by above statement (though I don't see how or why...)*

Just in case, no violent reactions please. The last time I talked about my opinions on social rituals and etiquette got me into trouble for assuming too much (you know, last summer).

"Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

I know Lord.
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Shei will be in Singapore over the weekend. LUCKY HER!!!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEN-PEN PEN!