I thought I was going to have the worst day ever as I went to school today. Math was sloppy. I had a chance of two recitation points in Physics, but I made both of my answers wrong though not meaning to. That stupid Physics teacher!!! How did she come up with THAT solution??! Formulating her own way of averaging?!? Oh—wait. They’re costuming. Hafta do photography…
Dear Pristine Alexis G. Dadivas,
Thank you for confirming your attendance to the Neil Gaiman Writers
Forum. You will receive an official invitation before the event. Please
bring this with you when you register on 11 July at the Music Museum in
Greenhills. Registration begins at 1PM sharp.
It’s so amazing. Unbelieveable. I go home in purple socks and untidy hair and, besides my mother, greeting me is a slip of photo paper in plastic with Mr Gaiman’s face in front as well as the words "Invites you to a WRITERS FORUM."
It came. And I thought I was going to be an exception since only mediamen will be welcome ( I hope they don’t take this too seriously) (but hell, I’m a mediaman! I write for the school paper even if my articles don’t get published! try shooing me away, british council-ors, you sent me THIS!).
Crazy.
Now I can ask as much questions as I want and take as much pictures as I can and listen to him as much as the forum would allow me to. I currently am trying to keep myself calm (breathe…breathe…yes…YES…) Anyone want to have their numerous questions asked? *exhales*
Tomorrow, I am going to scream, shout and wave my arms around to pour out the suppressed emotion that I have tonight. *breathes in…out*
Hoof. Muef. Muer. Meur. Fooh…Herp. I should not be making weird noises now.
Hoof.
The human with the biggest set of eyebags I have ever seen in my whole life whom we are required to call an educator demanded from us a complete investigatory project proposal to pass by tomorrow. Tomorrow. Or fail. Fail. Fail. Fail.
Not true. Kabarberohan. I don’t know if it is proper to use that word, but nonetheless it emphasizes the madness that I consider it to be.
Cruelty should not be allowed to dominate.
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NNNNYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ID. We received our IDs earlier today. Disappointment came to me upon finding out that Otacan and Magnus had their ID pictures with their fingers forming circles around their eyes. I was so envious. I was so envious. My picture looked like it had been taken six years ago, if I’m not mistaken, when I was in fourth grade. I looked like my fourth grade self! I am so pathetic. Pathetic.
Finally, I finished an article for Journalism! Although I know it doesn’t have a chance to get published, still I’m very happy to have finished it, a 3000-word movie review of an independent Filipino film (which is not my father’s, unfortunately) which I regard as one of the best I’ve seen in years. Nobody can relate. And no, you shall not make me write a review for War of the Worlds. It is an ugly film, and I shall say no more.
I left my real thoughtdump at school on top of the lockers with my Journalism notebook, large Math book (which I am growing to love, strangely), and…erm…Physics notebook. Naiwan ko sila sa earth. The influence of our bloated adviser who wants us to call her "Mommy" (but we resort to "Ma’am-Meh") spreads and strikes rather impactfully, if that’s the proper way to put it.
My days keep growing more and more colorful.
Forecast. Instead of taking the long test in Math under the Math teacher and her scary eyes–opportunity cost, I go absent and attend the WRITERS FORUM.
The paragraphs of this post are short because these are how I am thinking now as I write.
Better end this.
11.05pm July 7, 2005 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GABE!
