I've been sick and it's rather a bummer since I totally missed out on the 4 day week-end. Well, fairy tale's over for tomorrow's another grueling day at school. I just have to be positive about all of it. And hurray to me for being putting off finishing my English homework. It'll catch up on me sooner ('bout maybe five minutes from now) but I don't really want to rush it. I've been reading (that's actually all that I did the whole day, apart from finishing my Economic home work) and it's great. I captured the feeling once again and living another world can truly be life changing. It gives you the right amount of inspiration that you've been missing out on lately. Which I do. 

Inspiration for me has waned a lot and things in school really isn't helping. But elements outside of it can project a happy prospect for me. I guess I just have to be an optimist. I quote Greyson Chance. I'm waiting outside the lines so why don't I get rid of all the hesitation and seize the day? Nothing will happen to me if I stay mobile in one place and wait for my chance. It's never going to come if I don't pull out the guts to actually do something. I know it's hard and I'm up to my eyes thinking about how I'll get over my stage fright (I acquired this recently, probably from the heartache I had last year which practically diminished any self confidence I have left) but I guess with enough prodding I can do it.

I don't want to gloat to others, and I don't want change myself to show them since that would mean it is their opinion that means a lot to me, not my own. I really want to better myself for myself and not in order to please others. That totally robs all possible growth. So I should probably stop writing here and get myself hyped up about that English review I should be doing about that horrible movie, Helen of Troy. It's a far cry from Troy although I'm pretty pleased about that part with Paris dying quite shockingly sudden and with Menelaus ending victor in his face off with Paris. I just have this thing with Paris. There's something about him that makes my blood boil. Oh, maybe he's not such an ADULTEROUS BOVINE TRAITOR. I still have this grudge with him even if he's portrayed by a really gorgeous man by the name of Orlando Bloom.

Doing me book report abou' the Little Prince. And it's quite late. But I don't care. So. Recap of aphorisms. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Yes. Like how I can't seem to find a comb anywhere here in the house. It is essential. AND it is invisible to the eye. I get your point Little Prince. That's a pun and I know its corny so don't mind it. But a missing comb is not my point here. 

I'm just contemplating about the last school year. Not that I'll say its wonderful, because it totally isn't, without counting the number of times I went crey-crey. There are some good points, but the bad ones outweigh almost all of it. So back to the Little Prince. "But I was too young to know how to love her." Yes. That's it. That's the aphorism I was biding on. 

How do I relate it to me life? (I'm really in the mood for wrong grammar now. So my ENGLISH TEACHER, SUCK ON THAT. You and your rigid but most of the time erroneous way of checking. I hate you to death, which is unfortunate for you are, after all, the captain of my favorite subject for my senior year. WHY? Why does it have to be you? Why must I be subjected into hating my favorite forte once again? What happened to all the awesome English teachers in the world? How come you're not here to teach me?)

So yeah. About my third year English teacher. (NOT THE FOURTH YEAR ONE MIND YOU) Maybe I just got too caught up by everything I was feeling then and I may have projected some of my negative vibes towards her, distorting her value as a good teacher to me. In short and in plain text, I hated her too. (What's with all the hating?) Her mini microphone, all her power points, the follow-up assignments during lunch time, ah, everything about her just exasperated me big time. But maybe now... I won't mind it so much.(Because I found another teacher that exasperated me a hundred times more than she did.)

Repeat. "I was too young to know how to love her." Or in my case, I was too preoccupied to know how to appreciate her. Now that I'm a little bit older and past that stage in my life that she became a part of, I'm starting to realize that she's not so bad. Even if all she ever wrote in our flesh and bones induced journals were "Nice!" and "Enjoy", (WHAT THE HECK) I think that's just the way she is. (Which is very impersonal.) At least, SHE WASN'T CAUSING US TO FAIL. And to think she was actually very generous already. Oh yeah. The highest grade one can get, I think, was 90? Dunno if somebody in our class got 91... 

So that's it. MRS. V _ _ _ _ _ _ D_ _ _ _ _ _ Z, you're one-half amazing, even if you're sometimes obnoxious. That's it. Thank you. 

P.S 

My best friend and I have made a bet. You see, during a mini play about the book mentioned in this post by the fourth year English teacher described in this post, she had this scene with this guy. Hi JB! And guess what? No, don't. Yeah, she fell in love with him. But I don't think it will last. She's just looking for someone to obsess over. (Why doesn't she copy me? I'm single and I'm ready to mingle WEH!) Enywey, she said that I'll come to like the guy that... YAH. It's something to do with that mini play also... BUT! BUT! I said no. I won't. So we made a bet that if I liked that guy again, I'll treat her to Mang Inasal. Neknek nya. As if naman. Plus, I don't have money. So be still my heart.

I've been sick and it's rather a bummer since I totally missed out on the 4 day week-end. Well, fairy tale's over for tomorrow's another grueling day at school. I just have to be positive about all of it. And hurray to me for being putting off finishing my English homework. It'll catch up on me sooner ('bout maybe five minutes from now) but I don't really want to rush it. I've been reading (that's actually all that I did the whole day, apart from finishing my Economic home work) and it's great. I captured the feeling once again and living another world can truly be life changing. It gives you the right amount of inspiration that you've been missing out on lately. Which I do. 

Inspiration for me has waned a lot and things in school really isn't helping. But elements outside of it can project a happy prospect for me. I guess I just have to be an optimist. I quote Greyson Chance. I'm waiting outside the lines so why don't I get rid of all the hesitation and seize the day? Nothing will happen to me if I stay mobile in one place and wait for my chance. It's never going to come if I don't pull out the guts to actually do something. I know it's hard and I'm up to my eyes thinking about how I'll get over my stage fright (I acquired this recently, probably from the heartache I had last year which practically diminished any self confidence I have left) but I guess with enough prodding I can do it.

I don't want to gloat to others, and I don't want change myself to show them since that would mean it is their opinion that means a lot to me, not my own. I really want to better myself for myself and not in order to please others. That totally robs all possible growth. So I should probably stop writing here and get myself hyped up about that English review I should be doing about that horrible movie, Helen of Troy. It's a far cry from Troy although I'm pretty pleased about that part with Paris dying quite shockingly sudden and with Menelaus ending victor in his face off with Paris. I just have this thing with Paris. There's something about him that makes my blood boil. Oh, maybe he's not such an ADULTEROUS BOVINE TRAITOR. I still have this grudge with him even if he's portrayed by a really gorgeous man by the name of Orlando Bloom.

Doing me book report abou' the Little Prince. And it's quite late. But I don't care. So. Recap of aphorisms. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Yes. Like how I can't seem to find a comb anywhere here in the house. It is essential. AND it is invisible to the eye. I get your point Little Prince. That's a pun and I know its corny so don't mind it. But a missing comb is not my point here. 

I'm just contemplating about the last school year. Not that I'll say its wonderful, because it totally isn't, without counting the number of times I went crey-crey. There are some good points, but the bad ones outweigh almost all of it. So back to the Little Prince. "But I was too young to know how to love her." Yes. That's it. That's the aphorism I was biding on. 

How do I relate it to me life? (I'm really in the mood for wrong grammar now. So my ENGLISH TEACHER, SUCK ON THAT. You and your rigid but most of the time erroneous way of checking. I hate you to death, which is unfortunate for you are, after all, the captain of my favorite subject for my senior year. WHY? Why does it have to be you? Why must I be subjected into hating my favorite forte once again? What happened to all the awesome English teachers in the world? How come you're not here to teach me?)

So yeah. About my third year English teacher. (NOT THE FOURTH YEAR ONE MIND YOU) Maybe I just got too caught up by everything I was feeling then and I may have projected some of my negative vibes towards her, distorting her value as a good teacher to me. In short and in plain text, I hated her too. (What's with all the hating?) Her mini microphone, all her power points, the follow-up assignments during lunch time, ah, everything about her just exasperated me big time. But maybe now... I won't mind it so much.(Because I found another teacher that exasperated me a hundred times more than she did.)

Repeat. "I was too young to know how to love her." Or in my case, I was too preoccupied to know how to appreciate her. Now that I'm a little bit older and past that stage in my life that she became a part of, I'm starting to realize that she's not so bad. Even if all she ever wrote in our flesh and bones induced journals were "Nice!" and "Enjoy", (WHAT THE HECK) I think that's just the way she is. (Which is very impersonal.) At least, SHE WASN'T CAUSING US TO FAIL. And to think she was actually very generous already. Oh yeah. The highest grade one can get, I think, was 90? Dunno if somebody in our class got 91... 

So that's it. MRS. V _ _ _ _ _ _ D_ _ _ _ _ _ Z, you're one-half amazing, even if you're sometimes obnoxious. That's it. Thank you. 

P.S 

My best friend and I have made a bet. You see, during a mini play about the book mentioned in this post by the fourth year English teacher described in this post, she had this scene with this guy. Hi JB! And guess what? No, don't. Yeah, she fell in love with him. But I don't think it will last. She's just looking for someone to obsess over. (Why doesn't she copy me? I'm single and I'm ready to mingle WEH!) Enywey, she said that I'll come to like the guy that... YAH. It's something to do with that mini play also... BUT! BUT! I said no. I won't. So we made a bet that if I liked that guy again, I'll treat her to Mang Inasal. Neknek nya. As if naman. Plus, I don't have money. So be still my heart.