21.10.05

Exams will be on the next week. I'm still clueless when it comes to the chemical equations, geometry and in the logarithmic blah blah of trigonometry. I would be really studying starting tomorrow because I can't get low grades because I really want to be part of the Boosters. For once in my high school life, let me do something smashing and good.

Anyway, this week was really quiz-filled. It was also activity-filled. It was a busy week. Good thing that the rosary rally didn't push through. I love walking but, I wouldn't enjoy a rosary rally. What I really mean is, I wouldn't enjoy walking under the sun wearing our long-sleeeved uniform. Darn. That would be very hot. Hot weathers mean sweat and sweat means jabar. Yeah, I know that every afternoon, I get wet with sweat because I do really have excessive body secretions.. Anyway, let's not talk about that.

10 days more and I'll be already celebrating the 15th year of my existence here in earth. I'm somehow excited. I just love that day. :)

Even though I didn't touch you, even though I didn't get inside you, WE'VE MADE LOVE.

That was phrase from the book, Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho. The phrase is funny. Haha.

Nothing really to blog about. I would not love to blog about other people anymore unless those people make me really angry.

Mary-like dressing activity is awful.

Oh, and yeah, I auditioned for the Boosters and I passed. Hopefully, that would be official already. :)

Please..

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18.10.05

I find it easy to say sorry when it's not sincere.. Haha. anyway..

Our group had +1 on our AP card grade because we had the Saracen topic reported nicely. That's okay. At least, we had +1. If I get 89 this time, then I'll get 90. Oh, how assuming.

We're having a rosary rally tomorrow. We'll be rallying all around Mapayapa Village-MagreVille. I really don't see the necessity of this event. I mean, why do we have to rally and make ourselves tired? Why should we? We can pray the rosary in school instead. As if Mother Mary and God would hear our prayers clearer if we rally on the streets while praying the rosary. What is heard clearly is what touches the true feeling. I mean, if we would only pray wholeheartedly, they would hear us. Duh. Rosary rally? We've already done that stuff way back my freshman years and honestly, all I did was purely chit-chatting with my buddies. I had apathy in responding to the Hail Marys and Our Fathers that time.

Since the exams are already to be taken next week, why not spend our time in classroom for reviewing. I am not saying that praying the rosary is useless. What I am trying to point out is why do we still have the rosary rally? The living rosary is better.

I am so irritated because I'm going to miss 4 periods in the morning tomorrow because I am going to demonstrate the action song for the living rosary to the 4th year students. You've read it right. 4th year. Oh, what a bliss it is! **sarcasm** In addition to that, I AM GOING TO DEMONSTRATE ALONE. Students who have no grades of the line of 7 in their progress reports surely experience the wraths of responsibilities and expectations. Why, oh why that out of 10 members, only 2 of us are the only ones who don't have line of 7? Why, oh why do I have to be sent in the 4th year classrooms? Arrrgghh!!!

I am so irritated with our club president who is a 4th year student. She should be the one doing this because she's a senior! Where else will you see the vice-president, given more duties and responsibilities than the president? That's so bizarre. Anyway, I just hope that the 4th yr students would participate. They should be ashamed of being seen as noisy and uncontrollable students by a junior student like me.

Well then.. The lesson for today is: it's so easy to say sorry especially when it's not sincere. That's definitley true.

I just want to say that when it comes to backstabbing, I'm no exception. I also backstab. but, I ONLY BACKSTAB PEOPLE WHO BACKSTAB ME. I do severe backstabbing. I also do humiliate people whom I'm extremely irritated with.

Enough of that crap.

Good night.

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