This is Not a Witty Title

I guess I'm gonna flunk accounting.

Probably history, too. I'm not an idiot. I actually love philippine history. It's my professor who thinks we should devote all our sweat and tears to his subject. What an ass.

He's too righteous it's ridiculous. He's embarrassing himself without him even knowing it.

Que lastima!

I'm actually trying to teach myself spanish. I've always been fascinated with Europe, and desired to learn one of it's languages. Well, duh, I already know English. I want to learn a new one.

My sister's already speaking in french (she's quite good at it for a beginner, I must say).
I suppose Spanish won't be a bad choice. Besides, I already know how to count and curse in Spanish, what with Michel Salgado and all.

"Puta mar!"

haha

I've even composed my own sentences, except of course without a mentor and only my logic to rely on, these haven't been checked whether they be correct or not.

• Soy una alumna de escuela de Sta. Maria Magdalena.
• hablo ingles.
• No tengo caro.
• Me llamo es Bor, y tu?
• El estudiar la espanol es deficil.
• Hoy es mercoles.
• Voy a la universidad todos los dias.
• Cada dia voy a la biblioteca.
• burrito mia.
• quisiera otro burrito, muchas gracias.
• Mosquito? Cual mosquito?

hahaha, man, I sure hope those sentences make sense.

I'll study, or rather, concentrate more on Spanish during the summer. For now, I'll try to get better grades in accounting.

A certified stalker

hahaha, this is a funny one.

Remember that guy Paris I wrote about a couple of posts ago? Well, I had another encounter with him near the Circulation Library.

*scene 1
Set: near the xerox machine outside the Lib.

Characters:
Ponga
Borsamoht
Karen
Anna

*Paris is in line to the machine, Ponga, Bor, Karen and Anna are crammed in a corner. Well, more like on the height of the stairs.

Karen: Bor, si Paris oh!
Me: What? Saan? OMG, oo nga! Ang liit nya talaga!
Anna: Yan ba si Paris?
Me: Oo.
Karen: Ano ba ang nakita mo kay Paris?

*Silence* Borsamoht reflects on the reasons why she's attracted to Paris.

me: Ewan ko eh.
Ponga: Uy, oh, si Paris!
Karen: Kanina pa kaya namin pinagkukuwentuhan!
Me: Ponga! Magpasimple tayo, lapit tayo sa kanya, tingnan mo kung mas matangkad talaga ako.
Ponga: Okay.

*Bor and Ponga walk over to Paris's side "Non-chalantly''

Me: (whisper) Ano? who's taller?
Ponga: (In an extra loud voice) Uy, mas matangkad ka nga kay Paris!
Me: Ponga! Ang syonga mo talaga!

*Ponga and Bor run away.

We ran like idiots, hiding from Paris as fast as we could. Did I mention we were laughing like crazy, too?

Later that day:

Time: 7:00-7:30 pm
Set: 2nd floor, SFC building, near the comfort rooms.

Same cast of characters.

Anna: Uy, Bor, si Paris!
Me: Saan! OO nga! Saan sya pupunta?
Anna: Parang sa cr ng boys.
Me: Ponga! Sundan mo sya sa cr! Bilis!
Ponga: Bakit? Ayoko nga.
Me: Bilisan mo na!
Ponga: Bakit nga?
Me: Wala lang. Gusto mo makipagkilala ka, haha. Tingnan mo kung mahaba!
Anna and Bor: hahaha
Ponga: Sige na.

3 minutes pass.
Paris gets out of the CR. We watch him read the Marketing Bulletin board.
Ponga, Ana and Bor stand in a corner a few paces away from him.

Ponga: Ang weird nya.
Me: Panong weird?
Ponga: Nung pumasok ako ng Cr nagvo-vocalize sya.
Anna: Panong Vocalize? Ano yun? Kumakantakanta?
Me: (in an effort to mimic an opera singer) lalalalalala! Ganun?

*Paris glances over to us, probably hearing my stupid melody. He shrugs it off, and continues reading.

Ponga: Ewan ko, basta, nagvo-vocalize sya, tapos he was swinging his arms a little like a little kid.
Anna: Oo nga, ang weird.
Me: Pano sya makaka-ihi nun, he was swinging his arms? Eh di, his pee was all over the place?
Ponga: Sira, tapos na ata sya, tapos kumakanta-kanta sya mag-isa dun sa cr. Tapos nung pumasok ako, yung
expression sa mukha nya para bang.... galit or something!
Me: Galit kasi inistorbo mo sya, ganun?
Ponga: Siguro. Mas maliit sya talaga.
Me: Maliit? Nay!!!!
Ponga: Ha? Sira! As in, mas maliit sya sayo, sa height.
Me: Bading ba sya?
Ponga: Parang.
Anna: Parang.

Great. The only guy I have a crush on is most probably gay. Or rather, arguably straight.

I had a small talk about him with Monica today. She said he does seem, well, reserved for a guy.
Too reserved.
Suspiciously reserved.

Oh well, what the hell.

The damn huge arachnid

It's no joke.

A huge spider crawling up the bulletin board- well, more like resting on it, actually.

Then Karen, like the crazy girl that she is, pretended she caught it in her hand and mockingly threw it at me. Then all I could remember was myself starting what could only be called a one-man-stampede. hmmm.

Comfort vs Glamour

Another story of my life.

I forgot my pair of leather shoes (which I wear to school) back home in Cavite.

Since my school requires a standard uniform, I couldn't just wear my high-tops to class. I needed a new pair.

But of course, all the stores were closed by the time I realized I forgot my shoes, so I needed to borrow a pair from my coolest friend Monica to wear first thing on Monday. She, being the good friend that she is, lent me her weird heels.

Okay, so the classes end, and the time has come for my dad to buy me a new pair of shoes! Yay!
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Caution to Fathers:

Never accompany your daughter shoe shopping. It could lead to a major case of boredom.

Caution to Stuck-up I'm-too-educated-to-care pompous kids:

You might want to let down your hair, or else you'll probably get sick and throw up right there in your seat.

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So after about thirty minutes of browsing, I narrowed down my selection to two pairs.

1. A cute and comfy pair with inch-high heels, pink piping and perfect-fitting soft leather.
2. A hot and far-from-comfy pair with 4-inch-high heels, and hard, thick black leather.

Ah, one of the funnest choices a girl has to make.

I asked my dad what he thought. He said liked neither and preferred a pair he was pointing at out in the corner:

A hideous pair of Bandolino Caterpilllar-like shoes that boys wear in their Elementary years.

Hmm, maybe I shouldn't ask dad to pick my shoes for me.

Anyway, a voice at the back of my head told me that choice # 2 was better and hotter.

So I followed that voice.

And now I'm wearing what I think is an ancient torturing device. I suppose this is the price you pay to look good.

But hey, I must admit, these shoes are pure hotness.

Real Madrid Coaches

Why on earth did they trade off Solari to Intermilan? Are they crazy?

Even Figo was dropped from the "Dream" team.

Kiss my a**.

Also, why do they keep on changing coaches? The Barcelona team has had it's coach for, like, forever. Real Madrid keeps changing coaches like Beckham changes his hair do.

I say, before we know it, they will be coached by JAy Leno or someone who has a really big body part.

whoops... didn't mean it like that.

heehee.