Today in PE class
I found out that unlike in Physical Fitness, where my B+ came from only gods know where, for Table Tennis we’re going to have “skills tests,” all of which are designed to challenge our limitless range of hand-eye coordination. Of which, of course, I have none at all. One of the skills tests is “tapping” the ball with our paddles (rackets? whatever) in both forehand...
Yesterday I had my routine interview
which I may have agonized over because the idea of being prodded by a guidance counselor about my relationship with my parents and my transition into college life did not really appeal to me. Also, I have this irrational fear of guidance counselors because my elaborate imagination has spurned that they must have filing cabinets with rows and rows of dossiers on students like intelligence reports...
This Unnecessary Puta: Let’s pause for a second... →
thecolourbeige: Let’s pause for a second and analyze this gif. This is a gif of a pretty girl with messed up make-up and blowing smoke to the camera. I’m sure that there are some hipsters out there fapping to this right now. This is Effy Stonem, the main character of the second generation of Skins. Now if… I’m sorry. I know it’s an unpopular opinion, BUT YES. YES. YES. YES...
Even more En12 disasters
Retiro’s dilapidated NBS Express is embarrassingly without any artista notebooks. What the hell, NBS Retiro? In a very urban location with mostly lower-middle class residents? No artista notebooks?! So now I need to wrap my old TLE notebook with some artista’s face, which is more embarrassing than just buying a ready-made thing because this means I need to actually put effort into...
Harry Potter series from Hermione's point of view:
nuclearmedicine: Hermione Granger and the Time I Got Two Idiots Out Of A Crisis Hermione Granger and the Time I Got Two Idiots Out Of A Crisis Hermione Granger and the Time I Got Two Idiots Out Of A Crisis Hermione Granger and the Time I Got Two Idiots Out Of A Crisis Hermione Granger and the Time I Got Two Idiots Out Of A Crisis Hermione Granger and the Time I Got Two Idiots Out Of A...
I'm sorry I'm flooding you with posts
but since you guys flood me with reblogs all the time anyway, I’m already considering myself absolved. I’m feeling a little more expressive than usual today. ————————————— Part I: In which I mock my pathetic lower-middle class poverty and the consumerist culture that goes with it. I’m laying the...
The Awkward Penguin Chronicle, Pt. II
I was ticked off with being bombarded by reblogs of graphics and those movie-screencaps-with-subtitle things about love! love! love!, so I tweeted this: My social follows are reblogging all these lame-ass graphics about everlasting love. Sorry, didn’t realize I’m friends with Peeta Mellark. It’s a barb at Peeta Mellark and not even a very good one. But then my classmate from...
Artista notebooks and other En12 disasters
For my En12 class, my prof required us to purchase an “artista notebook” and subsequently use one publicly—in the library and where ever else—for the entirety of this sem. An artista notebook—in the off chance that you’re so tidily kept inside giant hedges of privilege that you honestly have no idea—is a cheap notebook that costs around P12.00 which...
by Ted Hughes I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And...
I spent 3 hours straight
in the library reading this ah-maaaaay-zing book my sister’s whatever lent her and she in turn lent me. I’ve realized that I should stop downloading shitty YA ebooks to kill time during I-have-nothing-better-to-do weekends because my perception of what’s a good book and what’s a hormonal pull (lol you know the type, shut up) has been badly, badly skewed. I haven’t...
I don't understand
why people have to sync all their online accounts. If I wanted to read your answers to nonsensical allusions to your love life as well as your “advices” to the poor darlings who find you credible enough to reap from your no doubt football field-sized, err, field of knowledge and experience, I’d actually go through the trouble of typing your formspring address on the address bar...
I'm so over
Emma Watson’s drastic haircut. Alright already, the girl chopped her Hermione hair off to be interesting. Can we talk about something else? Also, I stayed up until 6 am this morning so I had to sleep with the sun on my face and my mom’s shrill voice telling me to “go to #@!!?$@? sleep!” Good times.
Me: Ate anong ibig sabihin ng vervain tea sa ~TVD Fandom~? Lol marami kasing nagrereblog ng vervain tea whatever sa dash ko e.
Mika: Kasi pag may vervain ka, ibig sabihin hindi ka maco-compel.
Mika: NOOOOO! I refuse to believe na uminom siya ng vervain tea! Di pwede! STEFAN/ELENA FOREVER!
Me: K, Stephelena ka nga pala. Or whatever it's called.
Mika: OO GUSTO KO FOREVER BROKEN LANG SI DAMON
A word to people who ride jeepneys
Don’t fucking sit in front if you don’t like passing change to the driver. Like seriously, I know you can see the person a few places away from you waving his change at you even if you try very hard to feign an eye impediment. You can also see the person sitting across you who ends up handing all the change from both sides to the driver giving you the stink-eye for acting like such a...
High shelf, low shelf
I bought Martina Engle’s The Surrender Tree for a little less than P850 in Fully Booked today. I don’t usually buy books in hardback, but since it was the only copy left in the book store despite my desperate all-over-the-place sweep for a better one, I gave in and just bought the thing. So imagine my chagrin when I found a paperback copy of the exact same book in National Bookstore...