Imagine typing using only one hand… your left hand. What’s with the devil’s right hand? Well, the ring finger got hit by a SOFTball. Oh yes. It was soft as a cushion… not. It HURTS! I told you I suck at PE. Well actually, Mariel calls it beginner’s luck, I call it equivalent exchange. How? We had a practical test [my partner is Ana May] and I got 2 out of 3. –Insert Fireworks here- Really. I’d be glad if I just even caught one ball. So yeah. A nice score in PE but what’s the exchange? A throbbing ring finger [given the circumstances, I would’ve preferred the middle finger… just for kicks], a displeasing score in Biology quiz [not a failing grade but still…] and an afternoon of ice bags. Yahoo.
And shoot. Bad timing. Tomorrow is the frog dissection in Biology. Oh Kami help me! Here I am researching some info on the Anatomy of a Frog and I can’t even look at the freaking pictures… what will happen tomorrow will a real and up-close frog!?!? And I’m supposed to bring the camera!!!
Stupid kismet.
Remember the frog prince? Well, the princess got guts to kiss or maybe just to even touch the animal! It’s times like these that you’d wish you were born a sadist than an empathetic human.
So, equivalent exchange?
I just realized this isn’t alchemy.
So anyway, I have a vision of what will happen tomorrow. The frog’s not going to croak. I am.
Wanna bet?
February 28, 2008
February 25, 2008
Moonlit smiles.
We were supposed to be practicing but there were so few of us that we ended up... procrastinating.
Oh well. We still have a week to go. One more blasted week till the play. Two more freakin weeks till Freedom. And one month till it's buh-bye. I'll miss TLC! I'll miss Girls Like Chicken! I'll miss those who are transferring next year!
Anyway, last Friday was... twistedly fun. Yeah. We didn't practice, we didn't eat a full meal [dinner = Krispy Kreme?!?!], we weren't able to buy Masquerade [kill me.] and Mediator [terminated.] that we [All of us except Mariel] were dying
to buy [Now that we had cash that is...] or the shoes that they [Estelle and Pop Tart Ivanne] wanted to buy...
But in a way, we were content. All it took was some icing and sprinkles at Martha's Cakes, a full moon rising up the sky [we were amazed. no need for pity.] a few magic words from Estelle "Inaantok na ko..." and a magic trick... well, an ALMOST accomplished magic trick. [Bad timing for the driver to arrive!]
But unbelievably, we had fun.
[okay, kill me later after I reminisce.]
Oh well. We still have a week to go. One more blasted week till the play. Two more freakin weeks till Freedom. And one month till it's buh-bye. I'll miss TLC! I'll miss Girls Like Chicken! I'll miss those who are transferring next year!
Anyway, last Friday was... twistedly fun. Yeah. We didn't practice, we didn't eat a full meal [dinner = Krispy Kreme?!?!], we weren't able to buy Masquerade [kill me.] and Mediator [terminated.] that we [All of us except Mariel] were dying
to buy [Now that we had cash that is...] or the shoes that they [Estelle and Pop Tart Ivanne] wanted to buy...But in a way, we were content. All it took was some icing and sprinkles at Martha's Cakes, a full moon rising up the sky [we were amazed. no need for pity.] a few magic words from Estelle "Inaantok na ko..." and a magic trick... well, an ALMOST accomplished magic trick. [Bad timing for the driver to arrive!]
But unbelievably, we had fun.
[okay, kill me later after I reminisce.]
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