tonight, i kiss slacking goodbye.
yes, all the while i have been pretending to be studying when in fact i have been staring into empty space. yes, i am the best when it comes to daydreaming. and my math notes seem to power this invincible feat of mine. but if i still want to keep this prestigious scholarship, then i must pass the crown to someone else.
which means..i would have to stop thinking about jersey number 19 every second of the day. because it's not doing me any good anyway. and i learned something quite disturbing about him last night. siya ay...nang away ng babae. and for a very lame reason which would never justify his rash behavior. bakla ba talaga siya?
but he seemed so nice the first time i met him at the central library. i was about to leave when i bumped into an extremely good-looking stranger who waved at me with that big toothy smile plastered on his face. during that period our block in KR was having this angel-mortal thingy wherein the seniors would send anonymous letters to the freshies. for a moment i suspected (and fervently hoped) that the stranger i met was my angel. but i still haven't seen his face in our hall so i was quite disappointed in considering that he cannot be my angel because he's not from our hall in the first place.
i was very, very intrigued about who this stranger might be and what he's got to do with me...so i prayed day and night that i might see him again. haha..imagine my euphoria when i saw him queueing up for food in the dining hall. that's when i found out that he's also a kent ridgean...and an A-blocker like me! but my heart broke when prabs confirmed that he (jimmy neutron boy genius) wasn't my angel.
hay..anyway..i'm not that crazy about him. the fact that i go to arts canteen every thursday, rain or shine, with or without companion, doesn't really tell much. and that i signed up for hall promotion board just because he's the head..and was flabbergasted when i was rejected because i thought the interview went so well and i was flashing my million-dollar smile the whole time...really. like a have a chance. pageant boy material and me? wake up fool, this fairy tale's got to end.
so..i'll just stick with serway and thomas and silberberg...they're all calling for me while i was having an imaginary rendezvous with jersey number 19.
thank God i still have 3 more weeks to revise for the finals. i'm not allowing this scholarship to slip through my fingers like sand and do nothing about it. some people already learned it the hard (as in extremely hard) way and already served as warnings to the rest. i am not that stupid to not notice the bright, red light that's flashing right before me.
and like that hotdog commercial, i'll end this post with...
goodbye, jimmy.
yes, all the while i have been pretending to be studying when in fact i have been staring into empty space. yes, i am the best when it comes to daydreaming. and my math notes seem to power this invincible feat of mine. but if i still want to keep this prestigious scholarship, then i must pass the crown to someone else.
which means..i would have to stop thinking about jersey number 19 every second of the day. because it's not doing me any good anyway. and i learned something quite disturbing about him last night. siya ay...nang away ng babae. and for a very lame reason which would never justify his rash behavior. bakla ba talaga siya?
but he seemed so nice the first time i met him at the central library. i was about to leave when i bumped into an extremely good-looking stranger who waved at me with that big toothy smile plastered on his face. during that period our block in KR was having this angel-mortal thingy wherein the seniors would send anonymous letters to the freshies. for a moment i suspected (and fervently hoped) that the stranger i met was my angel. but i still haven't seen his face in our hall so i was quite disappointed in considering that he cannot be my angel because he's not from our hall in the first place.
i was very, very intrigued about who this stranger might be and what he's got to do with me...so i prayed day and night that i might see him again. haha..imagine my euphoria when i saw him queueing up for food in the dining hall. that's when i found out that he's also a kent ridgean...and an A-blocker like me! but my heart broke when prabs confirmed that he (jimmy neutron boy genius) wasn't my angel.
hay..anyway..i'm not that crazy about him. the fact that i go to arts canteen every thursday, rain or shine, with or without companion, doesn't really tell much. and that i signed up for hall promotion board just because he's the head..and was flabbergasted when i was rejected because i thought the interview went so well and i was flashing my million-dollar smile the whole time...really. like a have a chance. pageant boy material and me? wake up fool, this fairy tale's got to end.
so..i'll just stick with serway and thomas and silberberg...they're all calling for me while i was having an imaginary rendezvous with jersey number 19.
thank God i still have 3 more weeks to revise for the finals. i'm not allowing this scholarship to slip through my fingers like sand and do nothing about it. some people already learned it the hard (as in extremely hard) way and already served as warnings to the rest. i am not that stupid to not notice the bright, red light that's flashing right before me.
and like that hotdog commercial, i'll end this post with...
goodbye, jimmy.
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