Seatmate’s been cheating all the time, and I’ve had enough of her. Either she’d change her answers, or she’d multiply her score by two just to perfect a quiz. She’s smart, yet I can’t figure out why she does that all the time.

A professional doktor.

In terms of assignments (read page blah-blah and answer the activity sheet below); I cheat. I don’t have much patience just to munch a story and force it to materialize in my mind. With seatworks, quizzes, Unit or Periodic Tests; I’m not a cheater. The fact that the subject teacher roams around and might cause me a demerit wouldn’t be nice at all. Hehe.

I somehow wanted my seatmate to be guilty of what she’s doing, but I just can’t. Hindi ka ba natatauhan sa mga ginagawa mo? I asked her. Hinde. I’m not surprised. As graduating students, we’d do everything to pass a subject. Pretty soon, she’ll learn her lesson.

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Last year, millions of the texting population switched their Sim carsds to Globe: thanks to their Unlimitext promo, it gave Ederlyn and everyone a chance to text all day long. Smart users dissipated; I haven’t heard someone using a Smart Sim nowadays.

Yesterday, Globe switched its 15 pesos a day to 20 pesos. 80 pesos for four days.

Will I switch to Sun or what?

I won over three cockroaches this morning! I watched them fly, spin around, lie on the floor until they suddenly give up on me. It’s such a great feeling while looking intently over their bodies, but then, the truth is that it’s still disgusting. Imagine life without Baygon, and I’d be using slippers to smash their bodies. Ugh, I’m not really good at spotting.

So my morning was ruined with three cockroaches. Well, I was about to hit a light switch when a cockroach blocked the switch, so I went straight to the bodega and searched for my Baygon.

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Yesterday was when we stood up on our chairs because we have no book in Music. Yes, we stood up in our chairs and waved our hands with one foot raised. We’re all laughing while doing those things; though embarassing, it’s fun!

Then, Mrs. Legaspi asked me to write a long lecture on the blackboard.

And that I have no plans of finishing my Electronics project since there’s no soldering iron here. And that I went with Patty since her boyfriend’s not around. Tsk.

Quick post, quick read. Naubos kasi yung oras ko kakahintay na mawala yung effect nung baygon sa sala. So that’s that. Friday would be our Student Mass! Grrr.

Be back later. I am quite postless right now.

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A while ago, I’m not feeling good. My body is heavy; completely terminated. There goes my suffering. Our CAT yesterday did this to my body – not bruises or fatigue, not even sleep deprivation. Just stressed out. Duck walks, push-ups, jogging, hand stretching for minutes gave me a reason to sleep in thirteen hours. I had lechon kawali with Mang Tomas for breakfast, and the spicy Caldereta for lunch. These hardcore foods restored my inner strength and defied pains from tired muscles. Wow, thirteen hours of sleep is unimaginable.

Now, I’m blogging.

I then recall those days of playing Playstation at home for all of my days. Crash Bandicoot, Army Men: Air Attack, Syphon Filter, Resident Evil, Final Fantasy IX, Twisted Metal II, Vigilante 8. These games brainwash my teenage attitude and forces me to imagine a childish world of play, eat, and sleep. Studying is of secondary importance. I somehow elevated myself and went back to those days of making kites and throwing it on the green pastures of the subdivision, mixed with singing my favorite songs back then. Those days of biking, playing with the rain, those tournaments my barkada and I promoted, those days of playing hide and seek. Those days of jumping and stepping over the dance pad just to play Dance Dance Revolution!

It sounds corny, but I once became shrink-wrapped in tears when I remember those hazy days.

Christmas is coming. Graduation is almost three months away. Sembreak is next, next week. Wow! I would sleep all day and I will show no fear of things that would disturb my rest days.

Once again, there’s this comment who gave me hundreds of TAE KA! in my comment box. You’re such a loser. But then, I admire you for your constant attendance in my blog; just please show your ass! Thank you.

It was last Wednesday at Mall of Asia. After we had dinner at Shakey’s, we walked at the sidewalks of the open part of the mall. Suddenly, this lady from a restaurant hands out brochures to people she’d see. When it is our turn, my companions didn’t bother;

In my part, it wasn’t good.

Before she feels depressed for customers not getting any brochure from her, I made an initiative to get it. My companions didn’t see what I did, but I care less about them. I am not that interested with the brochure from the restaurant, but why not get a piece of paper to somehow see the menu? Why not show a humble act to make her realize that her efforts pay off? That somehow, we appreciate her hard work?

What if you are in her shoes: giving these sheets of paper and faking a smile with passersby, (or the plural of the word – passerby. I checked Merriam-Webster and it tells me to use passersby. Weird.)

No. I am not telling this to force you to get every brochure that exists in any mall around the world. It’s just that we need to appreciate simple things to make people happy, even if they were strangers. I myself denied those waitresses (or whatever you like to call them) before from their brochures since I am not interested with jewelries or fancy ballpens. But then, I realize that somehow – we should, once again – using the word: appreciate their hardships.

Oh well, we can’t do anything about it. After all, it’s their job.

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I have received reports that our maids are voraciously eating every piece of junk inside the fridge. They emptied the cheddar cheese, mouthed every slice of Gardenia bread, frying hotdogs and pancakes as their breakfast, and simply ransacking our canned goods – they even opened a Luncheon Meat for themselves without asking permission. They watch the CABLE TV longer than ours. Little by little, they are owning this house. With all due respect, I am a law-abiding citizen and therefore, I would not abuse my rights as their boss (I think, the word boss is inappropriate for me).

This crime of gluttony is unbelievable. My father was getting mad with this.

Not that my father and I didn’t want them to give enough food to fill their stomachs. But the fact that we don’t open canned goods, we eat less cheddar cheese, and that we are not picky in terms of our breakfast is simply saying that we are the maids and they are the boss.

This morning, they OPENED a box of ready-to-mix pancakes and fried hotdogs from the freezer. This is their humble breakfast. My dad and I had tinola as our breakfast. That was actually our ulam yesterday. Diba’t nakakaasar, na mas pihikan pa ata sa pagkain ang mga katulong na ito? Namimili ng pagkain, nagbubukas ng delata, at kumakain ng kung anu-anong trip nila. Mas marami pa silang nakakain samin kung tutuusin.

I want to promote equality in terms of food intake. I want to tell them to somehow eat stuffs moderately; and shout at them not to mess up with our canned goods since it is for emergency use (calamities, gas leaks, or scarcity of food. I would like to tell them to eat FIRST the ulam before eating the luxuries.

If our patience-o-meter ran out, we’d kick their butts out of this house. Our house is not, and never will be a restaurant.

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