8 things... A 'Drabble'

In the 8 facts about you share 8 things that your readers don't know about you. Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Each blogger must post these rules first.

* each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

* bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

* at the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.* don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

ok.. start. haha.

1. I thought of actually killing myself. (What else is new?)

2. I draw anime when I'm stressed out.

3. I wear a rosary around my neck when I go outside.

4. I almost died during Good Friday.

5. I love writing.

6. I totally want to kill my "rock".

7. I have great metabolism.

8. I love giving advice.

I'm going to tag: Rochelle Carlos, Rogette... that's it... I don't know anybody else throughout blogspot.... I have got to find friends... hehe... It's already hard enough!!!

To my dearest friend...

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear--"
Patricia... happy birthday to you!"

yup, today is my friend's birthday, which is why she missed out on going to the award ceremony in our school's "Buwan ng Wika", a Philippine school education tradition. She also missed the fun parts of our Student's Day! (I'll tell you all the details tomorrow, I have such a hangover from the food)

But today is not only very special to her but to my little sweet and cute baby brother, Brad.(Have you watched the movie Superman? Well his little son in the movie looks like my brother, very much!) So you can see why I dedicated this whole space for my best friend since she has been a very big part in my life.

Today is Saturday, and Patricia most probably is in Hong Kong by now, sleeping or trying to hitch a computer for internet access. Still, it's her birthday, and she's celebrating it. I'm happy for her actually... She is so lucky to go to another country while this blogger hasn't even for once!!!!

Sorry, I got envious there. (clears throat) But, this blogger has this whole post as a present starting with these reasons why I should greet her this fun birthday 'post'

1. she's really strong (after what she's been through, I could say that she could set up a really good example to those people out there experiencing the same thing)

2. she has my back... I think...

3. she's a drama queen, just like me!

4. she's been my best friend ever since grade 1 to 3rd year! I think that's been the longest friendship I've had despite the 'friends' I've met from elementary to this point were just stupid fakin' frauds!!!

3.She's a great listener... and not to mention a good advisor

4.she's really smart despite her age

5. She's a great supporter, and I love her.

* (Bonus points) 6. She's my best friend. (Need I say more? Seriously?)

7. I should give her this post 'cause I can't get out of this stupid house to buy her my own present! Damn it!

8. I should give her a present 'cause she might blackmail me using her pictures of me in her phone... and send it to the evil proffesor Snape-- I mean Sir Salayog! NOOOO!!!!

Happy birthday Pats! (sneeze) Luv yah!

Field Trips and the dreaded P.I.

hey, it's me. Since I can't write too much of personal information, I have to say I (finally) hav my own personal journal, meaning, this week, I'm no longer going to share the sealed words I put in my journal... that includes you, Patricia. Sorry, I can't afford to let the "Pi" sneak a peek in my heart scorching words.

Oh yeah, setting that aside, did I mention that I finally convinced my rock to let me go to the Sci-Tech week annual field trip?
... I know, it's a blessing.

But since I paid and reserved a tad too late, I was going to ride the horrifying "MIXED BUS" all contained with the horrible and not to mention obnoxious lowerclassmen of mine.

so, you ask how I got him [IT] to say yes?

...Annoy him until he puts his pillow on top of his head and to (force) him to say the words "ask mama". and for further info., yes, my mom did say yes... like a bazillion years ago!

What's the deal with the Mixed Bus, you say? One letter to say it all... "S"

But then after a few days, After a day of crying out of fear, my adviser came to our homeroom class and confronted me about the bus, as I was about to think that I would meet "S" for the reservations of seats in the Mixed Bus, she told me I'll be moving to my year's bus...

...What was the first thing I did after I heard those words coming out from my calm teacher?

I held my hands together and held my breath, then looked up at the celing and said aloud, "Thank you, Lord!"... then followed by laughs from my fellow classmates. Did I care? Ofcourse not! I felt like I was taken out of the darkness by the sheer miracle of the Lord. And, a little decision coming from Rogette.

I LOVE YOU, ROGETTE!!!! THANK YOU!!!!

but... the thing is, my problem now is being in the back seat... you think I should pack 2 more plastic bags?

oh, before I forget... here's a shoutout to the guy who gave me the popular people-filled backseat, not to mntion the scene of the worst case scenarios EVER!

I HATE YOU RANDY!!!! SO MUCH HATE, I WANT TO GRILL YOU AND FEED YOU TO A PACK OF VULTURES!!!

DIE!!!

HYPOCRITES

It's been a long tyime since I have updated my blog, I know, but how can I when my stupid ROCK has been hogging up the damn computer all day!? Anyway, speaking of "hate" I really have began to feel a lot of hate for my fellow classmates of III-Curie...

The reasons? Man, I have a lot... But three can only come to my mind right now...:

1. They really take my backgrpund seriously and judge without listening to my explanations. Sometimes, I would consider myself as a victim of prejudice.

2. They are so stinking obnoxious. Really, is an explanation needed for this?

3. I just hate them...

Well got to go! I have to leave to the gym for practice for a stupid school event...

Location: Computer room
Feeling: pressured by a pushy friend who I think is the best and 'generous' friend I have... hehehehe as if

What I'm HATING now...

Ah, high school life... Where there's Chemistry and Physics... not to mention field trips. Yes, fellow readers, I'mnot going to any of the field trips... Besides, I strongly think that this is another sign why I don't belong. I'll just be in a bad mood anyway if I see other people laughing and smiling... It's almost like I'm a ghost just witnessing other people all very lively and full of color... While I have no color at all... I'm sick, I know.

I'm not sure if I'm in love, because whenever I see him, I would just have this sudden urge of killing someone. It must be hate... Yes... That must be it. Truly, High School is my "happiest" stage of my life... yup... (I'm sarcastic ofcourse)

I'm going to make this short... This high school of mine is neither a sweet usual romance... no, sir...

It's suicidal... And I'm going to make a jump for it... very soon I'll be inmy limits... Then, they'll be able to live like nothing has ever changed in their lives...

For inside, I have nevber had a soul... dead I suppose.

I'll confirm my death, for I am a hindrance... and everybody knows hindrances SHOULD ALWAYS disappear...