Wednesday, February 28, 2007
#31: THE FAT BELLY IS TALKING
Gawd, I've been neglecting my blog for weeks! No, days. Well whatever. But anywhoo, here I go.
It's a day off for me. It's Wednesday, and no classes. This day's supposed to be project day. Yeah, right. I'm doing this dang blog. So there. Actually, it's Thursday today, 2 weeks before I last edited this post. So there. Don't bother understanding this paragraph, will ya?
So what happened these past few weeks? Aah, yeah, I remember. The glories of a consecutive FAT and the Periodic Test. We just got over it. It just went like a breeze. I'm not even reviewing. I'm like in an 'i-don't-care-i'm-already-a-UP-student' mode. I came in late the first 2 days. I hope that doesn't give MaSci a bad reputation on the teachers' side. So that's basically it. Haha. No worries.
I just finished The Testament. Okay, I read it twice. It's actually nice. Oh, gawd, it rhymes! Yeah. Read it, it's good. Such immense money at stake. If you want lawyers, jungles and tribes with billionaire missionaries, then this book's for you. I still think the ending needs work, tho. But thanks anyway to a certain Sarah Horlador for pointing out that it's not actually the heirs' fault why they turned out that way. Sure, sure.
What else? Oh, soulmate LeYa de Tanggera (whose blog I spammed a while ago =p) and I just created the killer tango routine! Compliments to YouTube, of course. After a grueling n to the nth hours, we had done a series of steps that would make Ma'am Carlos go 'Wow'. Well, that's what we thought, at least. That's what our classmates thought so, too. But it went out a little different than what we expected. Mrs. Carlos had some kind of twist going on in our dance by changing the song, so It's not Viva El Tango anymore, it can be Beep, or Sway, or Buttons, or El Bimbo, or whatever song she pleases. Thus we ended up dancing some remix in the middle of the song, and we have had to stop for a change of music. It is irritating. Well good thing LeYa and I kept our cool. We managed to get a nifty grade.
There's this star awards thing that they call in MaSci, wherein you get the chance to get an award, given that you have what it takes to be qualified for one. I don't know if I would get one, but hell, I'd sell my gorgeous body for a second meritorious. And what I would not do for a first meritorious. Haha. Talk about desperate.
Right now the playlist's playing (duh) Irreplaceable by Beyonce. I dunno, the song's like drugs. My stummy (stomach + tummy. laugh or i'll kill you.) is full of desserts. What are four donuts, a slice of sansrival cake and a strawberry waffle doing inside me? Storing a library of fats for me, probably. Why, thank you.
Aargh. I really need an Ab King Pro. Any donations, in cash, kind, or pray-over will do. But I do prefer cash.
Hell, what am I saying.
it got me home
2:37 AM
