Missed, Two.

January 17

We had T.L.E. We did our project: wood joints. I made the guidelines.

In Chem, I had proven to myself that the last is the best, Just like what Akamichi Choji said (the last potato chip is the best), and also what my old friend said to me: "The last is the luckiest." Also, today, a idea emerged in my mind. There's a weird inspiration in it: armpit hair. Hey, it's not a comic about armpit hairs. Someone just yawned and stretched then I saw his pit hairs, with my peripheral vision that is. Then there you go, a comic. It's mostly in Filipino language, with very occasional English. I'll try posting it up here some time.

Then came recess. After I ate, I headed for the book fair and bought some books: a set of The Hunger Games book series and The Fire Within. When I paid for it, the prices were different than what I had calculated so I was surprised and nervous, because my money isn't enough. But then it was an error, so I was relieved. The Hunger Games books were mine, and The Fire Within was for a friend of mine, Paul. I bought him the book because he once told me he doesn't read books but yesterday he suddenly told me a book caught his attention. So I thought "Why not? It's just once in a while (actually, I said "minsan lang naman eh"). So yeah, I gave it to him. I am pretty surprised the people who saw me give him a book are surprised, too. It made them go "I rarely read books too... but this book caught my attention..." I can't buy them any for I have no money left. Either way, I have no intention of buying them any, as I only treat those close to me and nice to me, also I only treat once.

Then came Filipino. I went out of the room and sat in the corridor outside with some others who didn't have their homeworks, namely Ashley, Hannah, Clarence, Paul, and Kenneth. We talked a lot outside and pretty much enjoyed our time, but then we were called back inside. We were dismayed, as we enjoyed it outside. Ashley asked me if she could borrow one of the books I bought. She borrowed the second book. I made her promise to take care of it.

Later in the afternoon we painted during P.E. time. Sir said we were excused for the rest of the afternoon to continue painting, but we have to head upstairs for a while for English for a recital for the declamation. I pretty much messed up, forgetting most of my lines. There weren't much of seriousness in my recital, I can tell. I didn't even know why I did that.

Then back downstairs to paint until dismissal. I was told to paint until 5o'clock, but I just stopped painting when I was told to have a break, that was around 4:10PM.

At home I did my homework, then suddenly napped without my full conscience. I don't even remember how I came to sleep. Then when I was told to wake up because it's already dinner, I asked if I could sleep first, as I feel really sleepy. I slpet until 11:08PM. I was surprised I woke up that late. I guess I really was tired. Then I continued my Math home work. Then I read the Chapter 1 of The Hunger Games, then went to sleep.

January 18

I do not remember what happened this day as I forgot to put an outline. I watched. I woke up late, that I have to rush. And the service came when I was just brushing my teeth. This pretty much started my short temper throughout the day. Which made me 'push away' Josea, and will make me regret doing so for she seems angry at me or seems to ignore me. She didn't talk to me in the service or anything. It's just sad for me.

I searched around the 'net for Pro Motion, had success finding it. Installed Visual C++ Express 2010 in my laptop with success. I laid down some notes about the touchscreen mp4 player I had in mind. I also continued my comic. One page down. I'm not sure how long it will. I'll just draw. It kind of revolves around the school life of the characters I made for the slice of life genre, but their minds aren't made for one (which in the story, makes them the weird bunch.).

That's all. Good night :)

EDIT: This was the day when I partially lost my temper.

No matter how I try to wake up I can not. It is very frustrating. That is why I am short of time today, rushing within every minute in the morning hoping the school service would not come around soon but it did while I was brushing my teeth. I am also short on temper.

It is a good thing that I am already done with my homeworks or I'll be angry at myself. So when I had arrived in school, I just relaxed.

Two periods Chem, two hours of torture. It is a good thing we just watched, not the rumored recitation or quiz. That damn Chemistry in Action episodes. Its music hurts mein ears. It's just... Argh. And I do not clearly understand what the man's saying there. I am lucky I was able to hear it a bit clearly today. 

Then recess.

Then Filipino. I drew while I can, also while hopefully not being seen by Ma'am, or just not making me catch her attention. I know things we do in class matters to her, even thought she is not putting her attention to it, like going "hey what are you doing there" or something like that.

Then comes A.P. or Araling Panlipunan (Social Studies). When we were checking, I passed the book I had because I was told to do so or that I have to. But when I passed it, they say it's okay already. Then I was like embarassed and got pissed as I could not catch up. I try to recompose myself for I while, but I am certain I look like someone starting to blow and that I am totally angry. I guess PMSes do happen. Then I went on checking. When I finished checking the answers in the book, I saw another book under it, making me have two books. Fuck this shit. Why the fuck did I not see that. Shit. Shit. Shit. Then I went on checking it, rushed. Then in lunch, Josea did her greeting of hitting me in the head which ended up with me telling her "you know my afternoon isn't good today" and 'struggling' away from her. I did not realize she was hugging me. I am totally angry that I cannot hold it too much and I got it out on her somewhat. I managed to calm myself down during the afternoon without me knowing how. So here comes dismissal. In service Josea went home with me (still school service). I did not realize she is not taling to me or is ignoring me until we changed seats to the front seats. I was wondering why she was silent. She was not talking to me. So when I was near home, I asked her who got in the declamation contest. She did not answer, expected from someone who is listening to music and I making my voice really soft. I am somewhat shy about things like this. When I feel like a person does not want to talk with me I speak really soft. If they did not hear, I will stop. If they went 'what?' or 'ha?' I'll repeat what I said.