OY.
P!ATD songs always have such long titles. I had to use an ellipsis to get everything in. XP
Oooh. If only emails allowed special characters on them. I could be p!atd_es@kittymail.com or something.
Ain't that swanky?
I edited this entry just to add that. Nerd.
'Vedan 'Trams, Dia Dos.
Apple-eating contest. Not my best decision of the day. Considering that I magically forgot that I had two killer rows of metal and rubber in my mouth the moment I agreed to partner with Ria. Oi. Ouch. I can only dislocate my jaw so far. But my braces, in the end, were a strategic advantage once I got over the initial "Oh-Fuck-My-Teeth-OUUUUUCH". I latched the little hook thingurrs into the upper part of the apple from with an upward swipe. Bam. Stayed put for the longest time, until that effing apple fell. Par-Par giggled when she saw how our faces fell. She's just one of us, really. XD
Flour-blowing contest. Not my best decision of the day number two. Blowing flour out of a bowl and into your face, forgetting to close your eyes at the initial whoosh. Bad, bad, bad idea. Blew a good lot with my eyes closed until I realized I had Nips to find. Opened my eyes, lashes heavy with saliva-moistened flour particles. Ewww. I stopped caring about dignity once I choked on my first air/flour mixture. Turned away, coughed like hell. Continued with the blowing and the licking and spitting until I had ten of the little buggers caked with flour and dribble on the table. Stuffed it into my mouth, all ten of 'em, but choked right in the middle. Fault of flour. Sophomore won in the end. They all won in the end.
Tumbang Preso. Fun, for someone who volunteered in the middle of cheering freshie b-ballers, borrowed a pair of Havaianas from a classmate, jogged to the driveway, and asked the nearest person, "So, how do you play this game?"
Anyway.
Whole afternoon was spent with my little lunchbox lying game, meeting new people, avoiding some old ones, and concluding with the "looking, but not touching".
Or so she likes to think ahem-ahem XD
In conclusion. I wonder if they torched the principal's office? Agawang Java.
Classes tomorrow. Will sleep through that Wednesday. Nothing different there.
Completely? Pfft.
"I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out. I didn't stay at the Kink Club because you wanted to go home!"
"You were flirting with the woman in rubber!"
"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!"
<333
Papers on Manuel L. Quezon's life and times, prepare to be haphazardly edited, condensed, and printed on transparencies.
Oooh. If only emails allowed special characters on them. I could be p!atd_es@kittymail.com or something.
Ain't that swanky?
I edited this entry just to add that. Nerd.
'Vedan 'Trams, Dia Dos.
Apple-eating contest. Not my best decision of the day. Considering that I magically forgot that I had two killer rows of metal and rubber in my mouth the moment I agreed to partner with Ria. Oi. Ouch. I can only dislocate my jaw so far. But my braces, in the end, were a strategic advantage once I got over the initial "Oh-Fuck-My-Teeth-OUUUUUCH". I latched the little hook thingurrs into the upper part of the apple from with an upward swipe. Bam. Stayed put for the longest time, until that effing apple fell. Par-Par giggled when she saw how our faces fell. She's just one of us, really. XD
Flour-blowing contest. Not my best decision of the day number two. Blowing flour out of a bowl and into your face, forgetting to close your eyes at the initial whoosh. Bad, bad, bad idea. Blew a good lot with my eyes closed until I realized I had Nips to find. Opened my eyes, lashes heavy with saliva-moistened flour particles. Ewww. I stopped caring about dignity once I choked on my first air/flour mixture. Turned away, coughed like hell. Continued with the blowing and the licking and spitting until I had ten of the little buggers caked with flour and dribble on the table. Stuffed it into my mouth, all ten of 'em, but choked right in the middle. Fault of flour. Sophomore won in the end. They all won in the end.
Tumbang Preso. Fun, for someone who volunteered in the middle of cheering freshie b-ballers, borrowed a pair of Havaianas from a classmate, jogged to the driveway, and asked the nearest person, "So, how do you play this game?"
Anyway.
Whole afternoon was spent with my little lunchbox lying game, meeting new people, avoiding some old ones, and concluding with the "looking, but not touching".
Or so she likes to think ahem-ahem XD
In conclusion. I wonder if they torched the principal's office? Agawang Java.
Classes tomorrow. Will sleep through that Wednesday. Nothing different there.
Completely? Pfft.
"I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out. I didn't stay at the Kink Club because you wanted to go home!"
"You were flirting with the woman in rubber!"
"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!"
<333
Papers on Manuel L. Quezon's life and times, prepare to be haphazardly edited, condensed, and printed on transparencies.