This Time I Cheer

Last 24th, I worked at our store. I distinctly remember my mom saying she'll pay me 500 php if I work from the 18th to the 24th. I only worked for one day and I was paid double. 1,000 php, baby!

On another note, I framed my project already! Yes, illustration boards can apparently be framed.

I already bought the materials for the liquid soap we're going to make (yep, a friend and group mate of mine's coming to my place, hopefully tomorrow. The Wii must be used later on in the day!), though I'm lacking cinnamon oil. I'm thinking of ditching the soap thing and just make nitroglycerin and make things go 'bang, bang, boom!'

Kidding, of course. Or am I...?

As for that Filipino thesis of mine, I'm done. That's right. I am done. Of course, I'm sure there are a lot of mistakes and I would probably have to redo the whole thing again, I don't really care. I already e-mailed the document to our group leader, and it's just a draft anyway. So there.

[I just realized: up until now, I have never bothered with Blender yet. Once again, sorry, Bob.]

To Cheer or Not To Cheer

My mom changed her mind and said that I don't have to work at our store after all. She's worried I'll get sick from heat and exhaustion and all that jazz. I should just relax this vacation since everything's gonna be hectic when we go back to school next year.

The lazy side of me screams for joy; but—but I need the money, so...!
[I might be the one begging her to let me work at some point....]




On another note, I just finished my geom project! I just need to find a frame.

Instead of a poster paper minus 4 inches, I ended up using a 1/4 illustration board....

I tried cutting off the white parts of the original picture but it was still too big for the poster paper. Then I found out it's still quite too big for my illustration board. So I cut the useless white parts of the picture [which isn't really part of the picture; more like part of the bond paper I printed the picture on.] and started to make the grid.

After making the grid and managing to draw a small part of the picture, I found out that a few more adjustments [I left around two blocks of white parts] on the picture and it might gave fitted that stupid 75.50 php poster paper—which I never got to use, by the way. Just potentially waste.

Whatever. I already drew and colored the thing so I'm not going to give myself more trouble by repeating it on the poster paper.

It's going to be framed anyway, so does it matter?




Still though; I'm confused whether to be happy or not.



[And a realization came: I suck at drawing on my own but quite competent at copying the works of others....with a grid. Once again, am I supposed to be glad about that...?]

So Much for Rest and Relaxation

My mom asked if I could work for our store for a while, just until the 24th. I'm gonna get paid, so why not, right? Then I realized that I still have my Geom project to work on, and then my Filipino thesis, and something about our investigatory project for Chem [strangely enough, I've no idea on what I'm supposed to do].

Then our teacher told us to practice "Blender" during our break for Practical Arts.

I'm feeling exhausted just thinking of it.













On the bright side, I managed to snag my friend's handouts for PA, I already bought A3 sized paper for Geom, and I'm going to get money despite that it's already our Christmas break [and save it too! It's not that easy living on a hundred pesos allowance per day, especially when you know your school's overpricing the food they sell...and pretty much everything else. Sucks not to be rich...].

Aside from the fact my dad can potentially help me in my Filipino thesis, there's not much upsides for it. I don't like my group mates, Hypocrite A's there. Not fun being around her. She's such a stress factor.

Interestingly, I'm not the only one who hates her guts. Somehow, I'm not surprised.



[Did anybody see her during the Christmas party? She looked like a harlot. She's such a floozy! At least I know I looked good. I love my shoes~]

I'm Surrounded by Hypocrites

I had this encounter around a week ago.

To think, I was pretty much ganged up on by some classmates of mine over some trivial matter: a joke that they didn't seem to find funny.

And then they go around saying I called this guy tanga (stupid) and brought unnecessary and irrelevant things up. (Apparently, some people think I'm weird, that I'm eccentric. How is that relevant to my calling him stupid? And that joke that wasn't funny to them?)

Even worse, this girl — whom I shall call Hypocrite A — was the one who confronted me and the guy who I 'apparently' offended (Hypocrite 1) just stood there and didn't even look crossed.

It's like Hypocrite A just used Hypocrite 1 as an excuse to personally attack me! She's not involved in any way. (Saying that she's friends with him does not count. The whole deal was between Hypocrite 1 and me; Not once did I ask my friends to back me up, that'd be too selfish of me and that'd also hurt my pride.)

Then yet another boy (Hypocrite 2) went around making side comments that I should be more 'sensitive'.

Such nerve! I am not the one who goes around telling jokes that are perverted and downright offensive.

I remember one time he kept on calling a guy friend of mine gay.

Oh yeah, that is so sensitive. Really it is.

...and yet you don't see me cornering him in the hallways and ganging up on him, now do you?

''If you live in a glass house, you shouldn't throw stones.''

KEEP THAT IN MIND!