Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Finally.

I'm back, midgets. I would have posted earlier, but I was whisked off to a family vactaion right after the end of classes. All things considered, it was a good thing the last thing we ever did for lit class (and the end of the school year)were the Inferno presentations. Now I don't have to suffer being called the she-wolf, Lordy lou. Anyway, we rode on the coaster, which is like a mini bus, to accomodate our my large-ass extended family. I swear, we had more luggage than people. The trip was excruciatingly long as always - we left at 9 pm, thursday and got there at around 11.30 the next day. We didn't swim much, it was too bloody hot and too damn wavy. Mostly me and my cousins just howled into the funky karaoke machine. Now, just so we're clear - I don't do karaoke. Or at least, I never used to. But as ever, boredom compels me to do strange things, and soon I found myself turning into a karaoke hoar. Yes, you heard that right. I got quite lucky, because something was wrong with that machine. It doesn't grade properly and for some reason, I kept getting lucky. I scored 3 100's, babeh! (In the words of good ol' Chi-chi - Who's yo daddy?) It's not really much to brag about when you think about it - I mean, come on, it gave me a 100 for belting out two lines for MacArthur Park (I don't think that I could take it, because it took so long to bake it, and I'll never have that recipe again... oh nooooooo!)

The rest of the time was spent burying my cousin under the sand and molding her after a deformed, pregnant merperson(?) And playing monopoly. Mostly it was monopoly. It wasn't exactly a great vacation. We didn't really do anything interesting. We should've gone to Pagudpud like they said in the first place. It sucks even more because it's unlikely that I'll be able to do anything else because of oofid summer classes. Doh.

Anyway, I'm making a list of things I will occupy myself with in the meanwhile;
1. learn how to drive
2. finally memorize the last of my runes
3. start learning tarot
4. revive furiae
5. get a summer job(?) - though I might be too lazy for this one.
Thus spake Irish || 2:00 PM || 0 comments

Thursday, March 16, 2006
Brainwash the self

I need to score 173.5 in the Calculus finals to raise my grade to B.

*Kicks self in the head*

Sir Chan Shio (the best math teacher EVAH)says he'll give me the grade if I can scrape a B+ or a high B in the test.

I'm going to miss him. You don't get that kind of teacher often. He's super nice and you can really see that he puts all his effort into teaching us properly. The man writes all the procedures down, fer chrissakes - and I'm not talking about abbreviated shit. Whole sentences. I can only hope to get so lucky the next time around. I'll need that kind of teacher for Accounting. Gasp.

I have to get a B+.
I need to get a B+.
I WILL get a B+.

WANG CHUNG!
Thus spake Irish || 5:38 PM || 0 comments

Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Short Rant

You are an ignorant moron. The only reason you can't comprehend is because you have the intellectual capacity of an especially minute amoeba. Understand before saying something worthless. I don't understand Stupid-speak, you see?

Oh wait... don't think. You might strain your brain trying.
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Monday, March 06, 2006

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Friday, March 03, 2006
Mwahahaha

Today the air waves, tomorrow the world.

A little break from this dull hiatus.

Boredom yields very strange results. Get this - last night I was taking a break from working on my English essay, I was listening to this radio program that I usually keep in the background when I'm working late. On a (frightfully delirious) whim, I decided to call, just to see if I could get through. The lines were busy, of course. I tried again, but this time it actually rang. I hung up. I called again. It rang again. I sucked it up, thought - what the hell, I might as well - and answered. Incidentally this was on Magic 89.9.

We had small talk, then they asked me if I had a story about local celebreties behaving badly. I think they thought I was about to profane on air while I was telling that anecdote about Martin Nievera trying to cut in line. Snicker. That would have been interesting. So anyway, they asked me to play the game called 'Ang yabang Mo' which basically requires you to suck-up to the dj Mo for 30 seconds. He says something random or stupid or both, and you have to agree and fuel his ego. Easy shit. Especially when you have your relatives to practice on. It's a pointless but amusing game. And mind you, a pointless, amusing game that I won. Huzzah. I won tickets to a bunch of movies. Yeah. I rock socks. Although I wont be watching the movies, I think. Too busy.

Of course playing the game actually meant sacrificing my dignity for 30 seconds. Here's a snippet-
Mo: I love the color red
Irish: I totally agree. Red is a great color, especially when you wear it. It brings out your facial uh, features and your (...)hot body.

Yes, I realize that I really have gone insane. Hoooo.

But I won. WON WON WON.
Thus spake Irish || 10:36 PM || 0 comments