bomba

outfit
1. pink bolero
2. black boho shirt
3. blue raggy sleeveless
4. red havaianas
5. beadssss
6. banglessss
7. beret
8. beady necklace
9. blue headband

wala lang... funky eh...

in theo class:

sir jesus: o! ady what costume is that?!?!
ady: sir i love costumes eh!
sir jesus: o... ady loves costumes pala... =))

economics:

economics long test is very depressing. yes i studied (yes, she studied) but sir pasimio's wordings were soooo confusing. as christa said, the answer was on your head, but as soon as you were bombarded with those highly academic words, you forget all that you have studied. what a bummer. multiple choice pa naman yung exam. and there was one item for the graphing part (which i really duped on big time!) there was an unusually large harvest of bananas which offered stiff competition to bananas. WHAT?!?!?! i do not get it. duh... obviously. that was really moronic. thank goodness he change the last banana word to mangoes. sanity restored at the least.

pe:

no pe. errfggffghf. i wanted so bad to play futsal. but then stupid mass at the gesu. pfft.

spanish:

spanish is always fun. and since we are on the spanish part.... itsss EXCUSE MY SPANISH! time! --> perdon mi espanol!

hoy es hueves. es el veintesiete de julio dos mil seis.

pol and i went to gateway to satisfy my dairy queen craving. he bought me chocolate chip 12 oz blizzard. yummmmmmy! and i bought him large nyfd fries because he cannot eat ice cream. awww. poor baby....

but before that, as pol and i were riding the lrt2, i ran so fast that i left pol. when i was inside the train, i pushed the two sliding doors to pull pol in. how stupid.

guard: nabuksan mo yun?
ady: oo. ang gaan ng pinto e
guard: anim na taon na ako dito, di ko pa nagagawa yun e.

oh gawd. let me vanish that time.

at 7 pm, we watched (pol and i) the tanghalang ateneo's play 'ang aksidenteng pagkamatay ng isang anarkista' we had reserved seats, so what a nice life then. haha. the play is excellent. there was a live jazz band. most of the actors were my teachers (sir tenorio and ms. maramara). my abdomen is totally hurting from laughing too hard.

well...

some strange thing happened. all the things i typed were gone.

anyway... the play was homosexual. yes, if you know what i mean. and what the heck, ms maramara DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS.

SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!
SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!

and....

SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS!

THAT IS A BIG LIE!

but more or less she gave me a motherfuckerly wonderful idea.

wear stilletos on rotc training days.

*sigh*

im tired. and this post is super delayed.

whatever...