hE's waLkiNg iN tHe rAin

foreboding. i cut another english class... i slept through the alarm cuz i didn't want to be awake na if gabie was still there. she still gets on my nerves. i hope she gets kicked out of miriam's. bwahahaha.

they had this quiz today... which reminds me: i have to work on my research na talaga. shit, grabe na to. this monday, miss lin is going to collect the photocopied parts our tentative bibliographies. im kinda feeling the pressure...

things to do:::

1. english bibliography -- dOnE!!!
2. english research paper
   
3. lit group report
4. lit oral finals
   
5. es report -- dOnE!!!
6. es written report
7. es long test
8. es finals
   
9. es lab plant care project
10. es lab finals
    
11. math assignments and that past lesson -- dOnE!!!
12. math quiz -- dOnE!!!
13. math finals
14. filipino long test this tuesday -- dOnE!!!
    
15. filipino book. read!!!
16. pe finals -- dOnE!!!
17. pe fun run
18. die

wow. konti lang pala eh... simulan ko na kaya, no? yippee.

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ang tagal na talaga tong sakit ng tiyan ko... igh. that last nasty one must have caused permanent havoc to my digestive system. arush, arush, arush. grabe na to. pucha, masakit. i hope this gets better... i really hope this gets better.

haha--im wishing for that single, phantasmical dump that'll, er, release me from this hellhole.

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i saw pao walking in the rain, just before i went here to rsf. he came from the caf and i was walking towards gonzaga hall, where the chapel was. i saw him. well, for a couple of minutes, i just looked at him walking, clothed in that heavy white jacket, the rain falling about him in torrents. i wanted to go to him, ask if he wanted me to walk him to the smocket (hehehe). so i called him.

"paolo!"

he had his earphones on. for the sake of decency, i smiled at myself, shut up, and went on ahead. i should have known better. the boy never takes those earphones off.

if i had the choice--or an iPod--i wouldn't take em off either.

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the temple tree got torn down. aw. the one in front of gonzaga, near the chapel. it was just... there. lying on the ground. awkward branches kissing the wet grass. did the leaves up above, at its very tops, the leaves on its high branches, ever think thet the greenness below would meld with them? or did they laugh and gloat when they were still up high, laugh that the grass was so far below them?

uprooted, the tree was...

(yoda moment.)