yesterday.
yesterday morning as we were watching El fili in the AFP theater the torture of dysmenorrhea suddenly came to me. i was able to handle it during the first few parts of the play until i couldn't anymore so i went out of the theater hoping that the people there had a midol or an advil. i really couldn't take it anymore so i sat down and i started crying like a little kid would if someone had taken his bottle away from him. then i saw roanne, my partner in crime since we were babies, and that was actually the first time she saw me cry. it was such a coincidence that her school came to watch at the same time we did. she was there with me until the usherettes called my adviser and all these other teachers. after a few minutes and arrangements they finally drove me to the camp's clinic where i stayed for the remainder of the play. i already took two pain killers and i was still shaking with pain and with tears constantly running down my cheeks as ms. combis was at the foot of the bed just comforting me. we got to speak to the soldier dudes there and surprisingly they still remember my daddy! super funny! anyway, when i got back to school, i went to the clinic and slept the whole morning until andra, jam, carmen and lyka shows up and wakes me. boo.
during csdc, our last subject, was the most emo our class got so far. that was just half our class who spoke, there will definitely be a continuation to that. POKER NIGHT yo. :p it was quite funny that there were balls of tissue paper lying everywhere and quite sad that there was a shortage at the same time. 4C, i love you guys. you're the best.
-e
during csdc, our last subject, was the most emo our class got so far. that was just half our class who spoke, there will definitely be a continuation to that. POKER NIGHT yo. :p it was quite funny that there were balls of tissue paper lying everywhere and quite sad that there was a shortage at the same time. 4C, i love you guys. you're the best.
-e