Entry: Show me light. Saturday, October 08, 2005



 

Its been a long time since I visited my blog. atleast now, i have something to shout out about. *sigh*

My Parents excused me in my class last thursday to watch FEU vs DLSU game. Fortunately, FEU won the championship. thanks a lot for DLSU unforgiving pride. swallow it up.

unforgiving, yes. specially the cheering part, where the lasallians AGAIN, showed their old boring arrow facing at the FEU side. plus the message they showed "KEEP THE FAITH" for DLSU and "KEEP THE CHANGE" for FEU...such freakin kids wearing DLSU jacket, raising their chins up as if they want to start a fight. school spirit? I don't think so...

shame on their SIDE...

anyway, we won. thats it. period. Go fight tamaraws!,tamaraws fight!

We had nga pala our Interaction with st. scholastica. it was fun. meaning to say, new friends.

Then here comes school works, the most frustrating part. we have this chorale elocution, our upcoming Periodic exams, Project Deadlines.

Yesterday, I was pissed off because this scenerio: Oct 18 is the chorale elocution, we haven't done anything...next week is the exams...meaning to say no time for practice just for studies. and after that week, is the chorale.

and the worst part is, me, neglecting to be a leader because of the pass events...hoping for our assigned leader to do the job well....

But no one in the class is listening. so ended up with me fixing things up with my eyebrows together.

and i ask the class, we are done with the 1st and 2nd stanza, can we wrap it up to the 6th stanza by monday? many answered yes and no, and i ask some suggestions regarding about it. and there is this one classmate playing scrabble  infront of me giving me personal attack. and i do mean personal!

my eyes burst and told everyone, "kayo na nga ung tinutulungan, kayo pa ang may gana magreklamo! kayo kaya dito?!?!" and there i go leaving the classroom.

Giving me the last resort, to leave them alone, let them manage everything if they can, and i'll do what will satisfy myself alone.

hate it.


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