a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
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at long last, i can say that this is one of the best days of my high school life. i just feel so liberated. woohoo.
today we had no classes. it was world teachers' day, so they needed a break. hell, we need one too. haha.
during english time, i was about to go into a frenzy because of this presentation thing, until when i found out that there would be no presentation for that day...
says our student teacher ("student" first... he says.) this guy has finished his term of teaching in quesci. he'll be leaving us. how sad. but anyway, life's plainly just like that. no hard feelings... anyway, we got to have a small chat with him, and got to know him somewhat better. hey, mind you, he speaks tagalog, he does. he just did on the last day. strange...
the next few hours, nothing special really happened, except that there was a Catholic mass from eight to nine downstairs. then we had our general cleaning.
i swept the floor for thirty minutes. it was then i realized that i was very good at it, provided that i was pondering over some distressful thought. i did wonderfully great, so four hours later i swept the floor once more, while they were doing some floor polishing outside. very relieving, believe me. (might as well follow suit, distressed people out there? haha.)
then this friend of mine planned a birthday surprise for his lovey-dovey girl. *forgive me for my terms..* hey, the thing failed... at first sight. when we were about to do his wooing thing, the nerves went into his head, and he seemingly forgot what-the-hell-was-he-supposed-to-do-standing-in-front-of-her. the good part is, he got to talk to the girl. *yikee!!*
and i nearly forgot, we are going to have a field trip! on october 11, guys. avogadro-4 will have its own solo bus. we gotta enjoy. dunno the timeframe, but that's it. no classes on monday. woohoo! (first time i enjoyed the fact that there were no classes. strange.)
so basically, a very fine day.
but... not everything is perfect, right? so... what went wrong?
this i tell you: only one very intricate detail... just you. you know who you are. dammit.
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