Boredom = Fun

nothing's new here. much.

SUMMER VACATION NA! YAY!!!

wahaha. suckerz!

and i signed up for a ro account. they say it gets addictive. i say great. at least i have something to do this summer (besides eating and watching tv).

and i'm so over joseph! yay! now i'm totally crushing on this guy named bruce. he's in the same year as i am, by the way.

(blech. this ro patch is taking too long. ANONG PETSA NA????!!!!)

anyways, more about brucie. well, he's totally adorable. i was first introduced to him when mae and i were making gala dun sa may plaza. it was like, 7pm on a school night and we were on the so-called park. we got bored so we headed for jollibee (which was right in front of it. in front of the park, i mean.). and then mae, who was bruce's classmate during our first year, spotted him walking away from mercury drug (which was just a basketball court away from jollibee). so she called him and introduced him to me. funny how i never notice cuties on my own. blech. i hate that. anyways, he was so totally friendly. he was on his way to the mall then (on a school night...tsktsk) when we oh-so-rudely interrupted him. then i decided to show him our prom pictures (me and my classmets. not me and bruce. ha! as if). omigod, i swear, he is so adorable.

(antagal naman nitong patch na to. amp.)

what i hate was that i even told him that i had a crush on paul and david (who were his classmates, btw). blech. well, at least there weren't any awkward silences.

(patchpatchpatchpatch...)

what else...um.................................

(lntek na patch yan. tumangkad na si demonica wala pa ring nangyayari. blech.)

um...........oh yeah, i *hated* the last day of school wala lang. share :)

and..........

i bought 2 new books! kanina lang. i was looking for ang paboritong libro ni hudas, pero i couldn't find a copy so i just bought abnkkbsnplko (aba nakakabasa na pala ako, to the slow ones) and alamat ng gubat, both by bob ong. i finished both within the afternoon. it was deadly funny. wahehe. it was mostly stuff about the filipino society's norms. and the stuff were totally true. i'll elaborate some other time.

(patchpatchpatch...ano ba yan, ang haba na ng entry ko di pa rin to tapos!)

um...ano pa ba? oh yeah, i'm planning on buying confessions of a shopaholic by sophie kinsella and gossip girl by (???) next. wala lang. share ulit. and just in case mauntog ako somewhere tapos makalimutan ko.

OMG! THE PATCH IS DONE!!! I'M SO PLAYING! LATER, GUYS!!!

reasons why i LOATHE my dad:

1. he's always so mean

2. he's such a dum-dum

3. he never does anything but criticize

4. he *loves* making us do stuff

5. he never says please and/or thank you

6. in fact, i don't think he even has any manners

7. he's so overprotective

8. he plays favorites

9. he always threatens us

10. in fact, he even hurts us sometimes, and not just with words, mind you

just a few minutes ago he came out of his room and then started scolding my brother for eating so long. imagine that! what a shallow reason! then he started saying mean things to my brother; which, i have always thought, will scar him forever (my brother, i mean); since father dear seems to *love* saying things that will definitely scar us forever, or at least cost us about a million pesos' worth of therapists' bills. i got so mad because i wanted to write something good in my blog this time, not just my usual rantage. but no, he had to ruin my good mood and went all horrid-dad on my brother. anyways, he was saying totally mean things to my brother and threatening him with bodily harm (what's new?). and then when my brother was on the verge of crying, he said, "o, ano, iiyak ka? wag kang maka-iyak-iyak diyan at baka gusto mong..." and then he shot his own version of evil eye on my brother. i mean, give him a break, he's just FOUR. his evil eye is more than enough to drive my lil bro to tears. last time i checked, he was almost hyperventillating. almost.

i'm not even allowed to go to the mall when he's at home. he says that if i should only go to the mall with family, so that i get to spend quality time with them. um, hello, quality time? you have *got* to be kidding me. if quality time meant giving me fifty thousand bucks for shopping with my mom, then i'm so in. but since, to him, quality time means dragging me to the mall with my bratty little siblings (who're probably scarred for life, by the way), making me babysit them, and scolding me for not doing something right. (there's always something. like, always.)

and the favoritism? that's just wrong. he's such a dear when talking to kat. but when talking to me, my other sister and lil bro? let's just say he told one of us to shut up the last time we tried to say our opinion in front of him. and not the jokey sort of shut up. the shut up that could also mean, "shut your pie hole or else i'm going to kill you." that one.

seriously. eew!

and it's joseph's cousin. the guy keeps on texting me and stuff. again, eew!

hasn't joseph already told him (the cousin, i mean) that i'm hideously deformed and not to be liked? or did joseph tell him that i was the love of his life, his sole reason for living, the one he intends to spend eternity with? and now he (the cousin) intends to make his cousin miserable and steal me from the only guy who loves me true? (oh, how complicated.)

anyways, this is so gross. yeah, joseph *is* kinda cute. kinda. but what about his cousin? i mean, asking a girl if you can court her when you haven't even seen her??? talk about desperate!!! he *must* be totally ugly to try courting someone like me. i mean, seriously.

but it's not like i'm going to accept or anything. for the third (and hopefully the last) time, EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (there. i hope i put enough e's, w's and exclamation points.) i'm not that desperate.

if he texts me again, i am totally gonna hurl.

wahahahaha. this totally rules! summer hols, here i come!!!

just finished exams yesterday. came there totally unprepared. good thing the exams were easy. or else i'd've be dead by now.

anyways, i found a new cute guy! well, actually, i've had a crush on him for quite a while now, but it's the first time i've paid full attention to him (on account of the mj thing). and i got a picture of him! yay!

(um...what to tell, what to tell...) oh yeah. yesterday was the last day of classes. normally i'd be all lonely and stuff, but somehow i'm not too affected. i mean, this year has been the worst ever. plus, i'm totally having writer's block (duh, this has to be my worst post. for, like, ever.)

still thinking of what to write. 'later.

Intelligence Interval
Cognitive Designation
40 - 55 Severely challenged (Less than 1% of test takers)
55 - 70 Challenged (2.3% of test takers)
70 - 85 Below average
85 - 115 Average (68% of test takers)
115 - 130 Above average
130 - 145 Gifted (2.3% of test takers)
145 - 160 Genius (Less than 1% of test takers)
160+ Extraordinary genius

my score: 147

and in case you're wondering, i didn't cheat! :rofl: katrina, i am so kicking your butt!

(accidentally put my pc on standby!!! stupid keyboard shortcut! when it went on standby it wouldn't go back to normal so i had to reset it. stupid computer.)

as i was saying...i'm supposed to be studying right now actually, but since i'm too lazy, i'm blogging instead.

(here are the lists i was working on earlier)

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people who can't carry a tune if their life depended on it:

1. agatha - she's really nice, but HAVE YOU HEARD HER SING???!!!

2. daphne - she might be a top model and all, but making her sing is soo not a good idea.

3. charlotte - she's nice too, but again, HAVE YOU HEARD HER SING??? once she even asked me to teach her how to sing, seeing as i'm singing guru and all (not). what was i supposed to tell her? "sorry, but i don't think i have the skill and patience (and earplugs) to teach you how to develop your wonderful voice to its greatest potential. ask daphne. she'll know what to do." wahahaha. i love my evil self.

people who annoy me:

1. ancel r. - i'm not going to say he's "nice and all" because seriously, he's not. he's even more horrible and judgmental than me. and that's saying a lot. plus, i hate it when he sings. sure, he can carry a tune (although not that well), but have you actually seen him sing??? it's like his tongue's itching to run out of his mouth. eew. and he has such annoying habits. an example is when he moves his leg. (i don't think moves is the word. it's more like...vibrates. or something like that. his foot is like a plugged-on vibrator. honestly.) he can't even stay still for 10 seconds. it's like he's too constipated to stay still. (yuck.) you try seeing him each and every freaking day of the year. i mean, eew!

2. charlotte - she's nice (sometimes). but super judgmental. hello, she isn't even pretty. plus, i hate her jologita-ness. maybe she grew up in a farm somewhere...with a 10-inch-12-channel tv without cable. i mean, she doens't even know kim possible. now *that's* disturbing. and she's got this annoying accent that reminds me of visayan people (no offense, but it annoys me. a lot.)

3. katrina - (i think i'm inclined to hating every 'katrina' i know. not actually hate, but dislike, or be annoyed at the very least. let's see...there's my childhood enemy, my sister and *this* katrina. does anybody else see a pattern?) you know what annoys me? she makes me seem like a complete idiot. i mean, maybe i am, but it's not even a good reason! nobody has the right to make anybody feel like a complete idiot, right?! plus her FF-ness (full force...todo-bigay...) is another annoying thing. i mean, she thinks her 85 average is *low*. so what does she think about my 80-point-something? she even *cried* when she left her lab notebook at home when we were supposed to have a lab activity. no biggie, right? but she was crying. i wanted to rip her hair off and say, "live a little! it's okay! not like you're dying or anything!!! (well, actually, you can if you annoy me even more.)"

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more lists to come.

just have to study first.

anyways, i'm loving meg cabot's all american girl. i'm so buying all her books.

kim :)

im back (obviously)!

anyways, back to people who bore me. mainly mj.

i mean, i have better conversations with kate. and that's saying a lot. (okay, maybe not with kate. kate not only bored me to death, she also struck me as this pretty popular airhead who cheats in tests. unlike some of us who choose to fail instead of stoop that low. and kate laughed at things so shallow, my cellphone wouldn't even become fully wet if i put it there. if it were water.)

when we talk, he's always like, "... ... ...". so i'm always like "... ... ...". i don't even think those can be called conversations. i mean, really. i think (not think, KNOW) conversations include people actually talking. not mumbling. not muttering. not grunting.

so why do i waste precious airtime on him? i honestly don't know.

well, i guess i do. i had a crush on him. then. not now. (asa pa no! not anymore!)

what really stopped me liking him was the conversation thing. i don't really like people who don't know how to talk. i mean, yeah, he can talk (literally) but he's big on mumbling. he could teach at Mumbler's Academy, actually.

well, and i still think he likes me. i mean, even i wouldn't be up in 2am mumbling with my best friend. that's against the laws of human nature. normally, if it were a friend, i would be all, "omg, it's 12am! so unless your house is being attacked by killer ants, i am *so* not calling!" but since he was a special case that required (note past tense) careful handling, i called. i mean, we were lying in bed in 2am talking to each other. wouldn't that count for something? and if it doesn't, then i so know nothing about the carriers of the Y chromosome. nada.

currently reading: all american girl
currently listening to: nothing
currently watching: this space, obviously
currently feeling: sleepy. very sleepy.

sometimes people bore me to death.

honestly.

so it's not enough for me to get bored every two minutes. now i even get bored when i talk to the guy i once had a crush on. is that even normal? i mean, normally i'd be thrilled, like, jumping-for-joy thrilled, but now....well, i'm not. so not. now i only think he's deadly boring.

which leads us to...

I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM ANYMORE! YAY!!!

thank god.

i was talking to him just last night (morning, actually. it was about 2am) and honestly, all he ever did was mutter. i hate people who mutter. i know *i* mutter a lot, but that doesn't necessarily mean that i have to like co-mutterers. and besides, i never understand a word mutterers mutter. they're always like, "mumblemumble, mumblemumblemumble" and stuff. and i'm always like, "say what?!" and then I'm always the one who looks (and sounds) stupid. i hate looking (and sounding) stupid.

come to think of it, i think he really *does* likes me. (okay, i know what y'all are sayin'..."you've said that a gazillion times before...so why should we believe you *now*???") i mean, i wouldn't even *dare* tell someone to call me at 12:34am. that's, like, peak sleeping hours for normal people. but obviously he knows my sleeping habits (and by sleeping habits i mean he knows that i'm up till two friday and saturday nights). but last night was a different story. i passed out after ally mcbeal (again).

i hate it when i pass out. normally i pass out after ally mcbeal. i think my brain uses ally mcbeal as a signal. maybe my brain's like, "okay, no more james marsden. you can pass out now." and then i do. pass put, i mean. and then i realized this afternoon that i watch nothing *but* ally mcbeal. not even because of all the passing out after it. my sister and i were watching something on abs-cbn this afternoon and i was like, "dati pa ba yan?" (i was referring to the the station id, or whatever you call the sort-of video where they show all the actors and actresses "bonding" with normal people like us--and immerse themselves in ethyl alcohol afterwards. just kidding.) and the same thing with that super ferry jingle i heard when i was riding the bus to the mall din. only after it finished did i realize that it was the same one they were singing at school. honestly. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AND ME TV-HATING SELF?

anyways, back to my interrupted friday-and-saturday-night sleeping habits. as i was saying, i passed out after ally mcbeal. so i slept half the night in front of the tv. (and nobody even bothered to wake me up. i have such sweet siblings. not.) so when my mom and dad came home (at about 12:30am), they found me drooling on the couch. (kidding. obviously.) they were like, "hoy, bumaba ka na. dun ka na matulog. eto pala ung cellphone mo, may nag-text sayo." (when i have kids, i'll never say "hoy" to them. ever.) the message said something like, "ei..twagan mo ko..suncell to.." (or something along those lines). so i replied, "cno po 2?" (being the polite girl that i am). so he was like, "_____ ________ p0h..." (don't try counting the blanks, everything here's random). so i called him (being the pushover that i am. besides, i *still* had a crush on him then.)

WAIT---IS THAT PARENT TRAP THAT I'M HEARING??? OMG, THEY'VE STARTED WATCHING MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME WITHOUT ME!!! #$%@&*!!! BRB!!!

god, i am so stupid. i can't believe i even exist.

let me tell you about the play production we had in english class yesterday.

i portrayed two characters (tiffany and guyinblack#2). both of the roles required me dying. imagine, the person with the least acting talent actually acting. you can only imagine my petrification then. i not only had to die once, but TWICE!!! i was alright the first time, but hello, what kind of person says "okay, fine" when she's about to get killed? honestly. that's what i said. out of sheer desperation. that was goddamn embarassing.

and then there was the second time. i was guy-in-black then. the scene was just supposed to start with me actually dying, but they changed plans last minute and decided to have a fight scene before my *actual* death. OMG, A FIGHT SCENE!!! i mean, hello, i hyperventillated everytime they put the head gear in me in taekwondo class. what makes you think i can spar on the spot? i mean really.

the part where i had to punch adrian was a bit fine with me actually. but him actually pushing me? ouch. that hurt. and then he shot me with the fake gun (a big big gun-lighter actually). i fell to the floor. but that ain't the end of it. i hit the chair first *before* i hit the floor. the lump on my head wasn't because i got hit by someone. it's because i (accidentally) hit a chair's leg while falling. honestly. how stupid.

ouch. this hurts a lot. especially when i lie with the right part of my head on the bed/sofa.

watching titanic really depresses me. well, right now i'm just hearing it, but it still does. i hate watching (hearing) movies where people die. especially kids. it's just so...tragic. and depressing.

i mean, why are kids even killed? it's not like they're going to destroy the world anytime soon. well, probably not in ten years or so, and that's only if they're smart enough. but i highly doubt it. a 12-year-old machiavelli enthusiast is quite rare, and i highly doubt that there were a lot of them back in 1912. i highly doubt that there're a lot of them *now*.

and i *love* those violinists. that part where they play for the last time really makes me cry. and the captain and the guy-from-alias-who-also-designed-the-titanic who opted to sink with the ship. that's just so touching. actually, i'm near-tears right now beacause i'm hearing their (the violinists') last notes. ack. i'm such a crybaby.

anyways, still haven't figured out how to put the hb-p countdown to my header (or wherever part of the site you put the ruddy thing in). bummer.

Currently listening to: titanic, sa tv
Currently reading: the little lame prince
Currently watching: this space
Currently feeling: sympathetic

UPDATE: jack's dead!!! (jack, there's a boat! jack! jack!...*sees boat* come back! come back!...i'll never let go...whatever.)

Ei...musta na po’ng buhay? Sana okay lang kayong lahat diyan sa mundo ng mga teachers! I-hello niyo na rin po ako kay Ma’am Olegario, Ma’am David, Ma’am Dela Torre at lalo na kay Sir Factura! Wahehe…

I was thinking of matching that all-English letter you got and read to the class before. So here it is! Everything in pure, plain English (except, of course, the paragraph on top. Obviously. So it really isn’t pure English, but I promise I’m going to try my best not to veer off the language. Promise.) Anyway, here it is, my almost-in-pure-English letter. So what am I supposed to tell my teacher who’s asking for a pour-your-heart-out letter about Geometry classes? I have absolutely no idea. Honestly.

Am I supposed to tell him that he’s überly handsome? I don’t think so. He already knows it! Hehe! (Or lol, as we say it in net-speak. As in ‘laugh out loud’, jic—just in case—you’re thinking I’m saying you’re ulol or anything. I’m not. I swear.) Am I supposed to tell him that I’m absolutely in love with him? I don’t think so. I’m so in love with someone else. (Guess who!) Am I supposed to tell him that I LOVE math and I wanna spend my whole day doing Geometry. NO. Because, duh, it’s already painfully obvious.

I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely positively love anything Math-related. Except probably Trigonometry. (Please please please don’t tell Ma’am Olegario! I’m already in enough trouble!)

I LOVE MATH!!!(Maybe even more than ______. Just maybe.)

I remember once you told me that I was a tad bit slow solving stuff, and I admit I so am. But it’s just because I don’t wanna mess up something I liked so much. But I gotta speed up sometime, right? I swear I will. In the future probably. But not now. I so don’t wanna mess up my worksheets just because I didn’t double- and triple-check it. That’s not so bad, is it?

(I just noticed something—I’m almost halfway through! Yay! After this I can make my extemporaneous speech! Another thing I noticed—why is even called extemporaneous? Obviously we get to do it at home, right? So it’s not impromptu anymore. And the speech coming from the top of our heads is just the sense of it. So why is it called extemporaneous? It should be a homemade speech or something. Right??? RIGHT??? Please swear that you’ll never tell Ma’am Marasigan about what I just said. Please.)

Anyway, back to the regularly scheduled I-love-Geom letter. What to say…………hmm…………Oh yeah, before I forget—there’s something that totally startles me in your class. It’s not anything bad, really. It’s just that I get really startled when you hit the blackboard with your meter stick. Even if I anticipate it. Nothing wrong with it, really, but I’m a bit tense sometimes and it shakes me up a bit. Just a bit. (Proof: Once Sir Factura brought a buzzer for Electricity class. We were having a discussion about it—I can’t remember which topic exactly, but it doesn’t really matter. In the middle of the class, he plugged the buzzer to the outlet and pushed the button. Then I screamed. I swear, Rollo was laughing so hard.)

And another thing…why didn’t we get to play the game of the corrupt? (Just asking. Hope you don’t take it the wrong way or anything.) It would’ve been fun, but I suppose the guys would play more because…well…they’re more corrupt. Plus the girls are just so…girly. And a bit mahinhin. (So much for all-English. Anyways, I just noticed something again—why is it that all the studes in Jerome are just so prim and proper? Is it because the admin thought of giving Sir Factura the best-behaved class possible, with the obvious exception of St. Francis?) Anyway, it’s still so fun watching guys kill each other (though not literally) just to get a measly point. Not like it was wrong not letting us play or anything. Just something to add to my letter.

I can’t believe the year’s almost done! It’s like we just had our first Geometry class yesterday…:sniff:! I swear I’m totally going to miss spending math time with Sir Rivera (even the blackboard-hitting and the headache-causing problems; which, come to think of it, are almost the same as the ones I get every time I read on a moving vehicle)! So I warn you now: I CAN AND WILL MISS HAVING GEOMETRY WITH YOU. AND I AM SO NOT KIDDING. Peace out.

Kim

P.S. Btw, I’m not done yet! I forgot to mention something!

I was trying out writing using my left hand today (and some other days before that). And some other times I try to write with my hand positioned different (than usual). I was doing that today and I remembered how my old classmate Louie wrote. His hand position was like so weird. Anyways, I was imitating his handwriting and was writing ‘Louie’ at my scratch notebook. I think someone saw it and thought I was writing ‘Louie’ because I had a crush on you or something. Promise, I don’t. So don’t. Not like you’re not likeable or anything. It’s just that I already vowed to give my heart to another. (LOL! How dramatic!) There. Just wanted to say before the news reached you. You know how fast news spreads in RC!

P.P.S. I know I’m supposed to be doing my extemporaneous (homemade?) speech by now, but I can’t tear away from this letter. Writing’s fun! Anyways, I’m sorry if the stuff I wrote don’t make sense! I really really really didn’t mean it, I just like writing this way.

P.P.P.S What do you think of my English? Does it sound nice?

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This is part of the requirements for the signing of our Geometry clearance. Just wanted to say. After about a gazillion tries, I hope I already got the right font style!

OMG. I just had a brilliant idea.

So I was stressing earlier about what Elective to take next school year: Calculus, Public Speaking or Anatomy. Anatomy is so totally out of the question since I'm so easily grossed out by anything related to the parts of the human body (EEEEEWW!). So now Public Speaking and Calculus are the ones on the running. I love Math (even if it makes my head hurts sometimes) and Speaking (which I suppose I'm good at since my English teacher never even dares to interrupt me when I do, and that says a lot because she always has something *not* nice to say), so it's really really tough for me to pick which one. But alas, according to my parents I should take Calculus, which I would absolutely love, if not for the fact that the Calc prof and the Trig prof are ONE AND THE SAME PERSON. Rotten luck. What stupid thing have I done to upset her???????!!!!! (Lady Luck, I mean.)

Anyways, so today I've been thinking of other ways for me to take Public Speaking, learn Calculus and still be in contact with MJ next year.

Here's the general picture, in case absolutely no one here getting the things I say: there's only a 1:7 chance of me being on the same class as him next year. That's because there are seven sections for the seniors. So unless they kick out about thirty people (which is entirely probable) and cut down the sections to six, there is little or no chance that I'll get into the same class as him. And it's not as if having six sections guarantees that I'll be in St. Peter with him or anything. There's practically no way for me to get in the same classroom as him, let alone talk to him in private or cram or whatever. Bummer.

Back to my brilliant-beyond-brilliant idea. You know what I think? I think I should take Public Speaking. And then ask MJ to teach me about Calc, since he's taking it. It's win-win, right? No more hassles of passing Calc quizzes. No more dealing with Ms. T, officially the bitchiest teacher, if not person, EVER. No more thinking about all those stuff. Plus, I can learn Calc and spend quality time with MJ in the privacy of my own home! This is brilliant!!! WAY BRILLIANT!!!!

You can tell me I'm brilliant now.

kim

Life sucks. And this time, I mean it.

This is so dull. I mean, the only excitement I ever get is when I get scolded by my Trigonometry teacher (which happens quite often), who is a total bitch and deserves to fall down a staircase (or at least trip on something) if there's any justice in the world. I swear. She's the most miserable old bat I know (even though she's not *that* old). She's always like, "Kim, you didn't submit this; you didn't sumit that; you didn't make this and that and I'm a meserable old bitch who aims to make your life more miserable than it is and I know I deserve to fall of a staircase or just trip on something if there's any justice in the world and am only buying time by picking on you until the I fall off a staircase or trip on something so until then, I will be wearing knee pads and will try to avoid you as much as possible as you might get ideas and push me off the staircase or make me trip on something." And she better fall or trip, or else I'm doing it (to her, not me). So she better shut up or else.

Honestly. Picking on students is so low. And it's not like she's the one paying our tuition fees! I mean, it's a lot more acceptable if your parents are the ones scolding you all the time since they're the ones who pay for your tuition and clothes and food and all those stuff. They're entitled to rant since they're the ones paying, right? But when someone you're actually paying does it, well, there's only one thing I can say: "OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!"

Plus, exams are coming up. I think that's actually a good thing though, since it means vacation's just around the corner! But hello, finals also mean clearance-signing. And this is the part I hate the most. Compiling stuff from the first quarter's hard, especially if you have a knack for losing stuff (like me). But looking for lost test papers are oddly fulfilling. Don't ask me why. Anyways, I so don't feel like looking for long-lost pieces of paper just for a measly sign for a measly piece of paper. That is so trivial. And they're the ones telling us that being materialistic is bad. Pfft.

So guess what I have to do to get my clearance in Trigonometry? I have to sing. Yes, SING. And Ms. T (T as in Trigo, tanga, talandi, talakera...you get the picture) was so glad I lost some of my test papers from the previous quarters so I get to sing (I swear, her grin was bigger than the Cheshire Cat's). I guess she was thinking that I'd rather watch Channel 7 all day (which I hate) or eat spiders or be her slave for all eternity. Better luck next time, Ms T, because in case you don't know, I love singing!!! I've been waiting all year for a legitimate chance to sing in front of all those people! No need to embarass me, I can do it myself!!!

So...HAHAHAHAHAHA! JOKE'S ON YOU!!! I swear, I'm so going to feel my precious 15 minutes on the platform. I'm so going to show you. I am so going to have a concert!!!

9 days till my 'concert'

Just wait, Ms. T. I am going to blow you away with my overconfidence. Just wait and see.

,

kim

Later is now! (Later came *a lot* earlier than expected. But it's good.)

That blog entry so totally points to one direction with a big road sign that says "HE LIKES YOU, YOU IDIOT!!!" But as I said earlier, I know better. Much much better.

***Commentary***

(Excerpts italicized, comments in plain text. JIC you wanted to know.)

Basically, according to my guy friends, straight teen aged guys are attracted to almost all members of the opposite sex. That means if a guy is a friend of yours, he probably wouldn't mind stepping that relationship up.

However, he may also feel identically about all the girls who are his friends, so getting him could be a simple matter of who tries. I know this sounds incredible--he likes ANYONE?--but apparently it’s really true in many cases. This is what I mean about girls being pickier than guys.

Second line: Good News. He *is* a friend of mine (a very good one at that), so I should probably step it up, even just a little bit. The first line: So Not Good. It practically means that he's attracted to *almost* every single girl he knows (talk about desperate) so I have to compete with like a hundred others. Bummer, dude! But beggars can't be choosers, I guess. But I'm like the shiniest quarter (or peso, since I'm in the Philippines) around! So since you're choosing, why not choose the best, right?! RIGHT???!!!

This is a generalization, though, so it’s not always true, and there can be mitigating circumstances. For example, if you are a freshman and he is a senior, he may regard you more as a younger sister than as a girlfriend. Not always--think about Mia and Michael--but sometimes. Please keep this in mind if you take our advice, go after the guy, and he turns you down. We can’t read the guy’s mind, after all.

Well, duh, obviously we're on the same year since we've been classmates since the first grade, so it's not like he'll think of me as a little sister or anything. But wait--OHMYGOD--I remember he something said to me once...It went something like, "Bata ka pa nga talaga!" ("You really are just a kid!") Ohmygod, he thinks I'm his little sister. This is not good. So not good. I really really hope this isn't what I think it is, like him thinking I'm the (other) little sister he never had or something. That is like so not right. I really really hope he thinks of me like Michael thought of Mia, like this statuesque goddess (though I'm not tall as her) who he isn't quite worthy of (but but really is, he just doesn't know it...Yet.)

Since, according to my research, many guys will basically go out with whoever asks first, subtlety can be a disadvantage for girls. Trying to sort out who he likes, asking around, playing mind games and that kind of thing could simply go over his head as hints that you like him. For instance, if you and a group of friends (including your crush) go out one night, and at the end of the night your crush says "Catch ya later," chances are you will stay up all night analyzing whether:

a. that by 'catch' he meant he *wanted* see you again, and soon, in private

b. that by 'catch' he meant he *never* wanted to see you again, ever

c. by 'later' he meant soon

d. by 'later' he meant in another lifetime

e. by 'ya' he meant you, specifically

f. by 'ya' he meant everyone there

g. by 'ya' he meant that girl you hate, who was standing next to you

h. you'd better IM all your friends and discuss it with them

A guy would NEVER think about these things. If he had loved Britney Spears for a hundred thousand years and Britney said to him 'catch ya later', he STILL wouldn't wonder what she meant by it. He'd just go home and brag that he met her. Probably he'd also think she was hot for him, but that is because most guys think they are basically irresistible.

Ohmygod, Meg and Michele are spying on me. This is *exactly* what I think about when he says "Sige kita na lang tayo bukas." ("So I guess I'll just see you tomorrow.") Which he says every single time we part. To which I answer [stupidly] "What?" (I am so deaf. So I totally spend the whole night thinking, "Did he mean he wanted to rendezvous again sometime or he never wanted to see me again???!!!") Anyways, at least he gave a specific date. But duh, I have all my classes with him, so it's not like I'm gonna miss him or anything. But that thing with Britney? So typical.

Anyways, here are my answers to the quiz (with a commentary, of course):

1. A. Of course we're close!

2. B. Well, on some days we just ignore each other (don't ask), but on normal ones he nods in acknowledgment.

3. A. I wouldn't say every single day, but we have them every so often.

4. A. Now one question I actually have an absolute positive answer to! YEAH, I ALWAYS CATCH HIM STARING AT ME! Okay, not always, but some of the time. Three times per week at the very least.

5. B. This choice totally hits the spot. This so happened on Prom night. He was just hovering around the table I was assigned to and just talked to me and stuff. If he wanted to dance with, then he should have. Really should've. Geez. It isn't that hard to ask.

6. D. We're close and all, but I so don't email him. We're still on the IM stage.

7. B. Pretty much. Well, he's always nice when we're together (with or without his friends, who, btw, are my friends too) so there's no question about that. But when we're alone we're really quiet, which makes me wonder why he and I spend so much time outside school together, since sometimes we don't really talk much. (Just sometimes.) But when we're on the phone, it's a different story. We're like überly talkative when we're on it. The phone, I mean.

8. A. So totally A. He always stares straight at me when I speak in front of the class. He's almost always listening to what I say. Sometimes I even think he's the only one who is.

9. A. Probably? I guess that's the closest.

10. A. Sometimes he teases, but it's generally nice.

Points:

4+3+4+4+3+1+3+4+4+4=34

Which leads us to:

40-30 points:
The good news is: He definitely likes you! Ask him to the dance, or to the movies. If it doesn't end up working out, there's something wrong with HIM, not you. Which leads us to the bad news: He seems a little TOO perfect. Are you sure he’s not gay?


Yes, I am absolutely sure he's not gay. I'm not sure about him liking me, though. The excitement factor's already passed. At first I was like "Ohmygod, he totally likes me!" But now I'm just, "But how can I be sure? It's not like I can read minds or anything." And I don't know about the asking-him-out part. He's usually the one who does the asking-out, mostly on project-procrastination-periods.

Even if you scored a 0 on the quiz, your situation is not hopeless (unless he’s gay). You have the power to change things…but it’s going to take guts. You’re going to have to put yourself out there. Remember how Elle enrolled in law school to get her guy back in Legally Blonde? We’re not recommending THAT (well, law school is cool, but NOT to get a guy), but you may have to do something that drastic to get his attention. No, NOT wear a thong with low-rise jeans. Join whatever clubs he belongs to—say, the Chess Club—or hang out where he hangs out. You can still be a feminist and do this, because hey, a little chess never hurt anyone, did it?

Just remember—subtlety is the key. No stalking, no constant emailing, no constant calling, no riding by his house on your bike a million times a day. Nobody likes a desperate person. It’s okay to ask a guy out once…but if he says no, the ball’s in his court. If he likes you, he’ll ask YOU to do something next time. Trust us.

Not like it's even possible to score zero since the lowest possible score is like 10 (unless you skipped a question or two). And I'm sure he's not gay. And if he turns out to be, I swear I'm going to kill myself (okay, not kill myself, but I'll be in a really bad mood for a couple of months. Mainly because the thought of me liking a guy who likes other guys is creepy. And disgusting.). I'm already in a church organization with him, so joining another club (with him) will look suspiciously like stalking. So there goes subtlety. And he's still going to have to do the asking. I'll just have to put the ball in the court.

And what do we know? Maybe I *will* get into Law School.

,

kim

Life just can't get any better.

NOT.

I thought I was home free and all, but I was not. So not.

First, my Investigatory Project. Still haven't done the abstract. Still haven't printed the paper. And Joseph's and Ancel's photos. Still haven't printed the photos. Stupid luck.

Not like it was my fault AT ALL. I know I was like "Oh, I'm sure Mom already finished it. No biggie." But I was wrong. So wrong. Me and my freakishly abominable mouth! But anyways, I would like to remind everyone reading (my so-called groupmates, to be exact) that THIS IS A GROUP PROJECT, SO WHY ARE THERE ONLY TWO OF US MAKING IT???!!! And don't even think about blaming me if I don't get to print it. I MIGHT AND PROBABLY WILL KILL YOU.

And Larry Paul (aka Robert Downey Jr. to the real world) went to Detroit (or wherever place his kid lives in) to be with his kid! (I love watching Ally McBeal reruns and so proud of it. Besides, I was like seven when those stuff were shown so I prolly wouldnt've understood it anyways.) I know that's like sweet, but how about Ally? AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HOW ABOUT ME???!!!

And to top it all off, Charmed was replaced by American Idol. DAMN YOU, AMERICAN IDOL TIME SCHEDULERS!!! You already get to show it on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so why did you have to take Tuesday away from me too? Plus, I need my magic this week! I need to see girls kick ass unlike some of us who just sit around in school drooling all day (and not in a good way)!

The world is so out to get me. I just know it.

WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO???!!!

And to think that I was with Joseph just a few hours ago. Pfft. Life so sucks. I mean, we didn't even talk properly. It was like it was...I dunno...awkward. Sorta. Kinda. And it was all quiet. Totally unlike last night when we were talking.

Now that I think about it, well, I really think the stuff he does sort-of show that he likes me. (But I know Better. Much Much Better.) Here are some signs:

1. He was the one who first came to my aid when I strained my knee. And forced me to go to the clinic because I didn't want to, I was too used to straining my knee. He was like "Wag mo masyadong bilisan ung pag-hop mo!""Ako na lang ung isa mo pang paa...""Kargahin na lang kaya kita?"

2. He knows what room I sleep in. A nice feat, since we've got like 9 rooms at home, and instead of sleeping in mine I sleep in the Guest Room. I guess I was kinda shocked when he mentioned that in our conversation.

3. He always teases me. Which they say guys do when they like you.

4. He sometimes says stuff in a joking way, like when we were having our Prom, he took the flower centerpiece off the table and told me "May nagpapabigay po sa inyo nito..." He also did that a couple of times before, and once with a red rose. I read somewhere kasi na guys stell their feelings in a sort-of joking way even though that's really what they feel.

5. He never fails to notice me. Ever.

6. He always asked me out once. Not out on an *actual* date, but on semi-date (as I call it). We were supposed to look for litmus paper in SM then. I guess he knew you coudn't buy litmus paper there because hello, he's like überly smart and that's like the simplest thing in the world (next to addition, I suppose, but I still didn't notice. Nice.) So anyways, we just played in the arcade, so it wasn't a total waste.

7. He offers to walk me home. And he does. Once he even said, "Samahan na lang kita pauwi para hindi ka mapagalitan." Not like his presence woudn't stop my parents from hurling or anything. But still. Now wasn't that sweet?

But even though all these stuff say that he might actually possibly concievably like me, I still don't want to believe it. MAHIRAP NANG UMASA SA WALA.

I've got more, but I gotta sleep. More later.

kim