Kimi strikes again!
Is it me or has my school life been solely focused on doing shitty Theology work coupled with Mr. Jimenez for a professor, which makes it even more difficult for me to comprehend now that I've become a devout agnostic?
No need to ask that question, because obviously its a huge ass YES. Roar.
On a lighter and more hyper note, bitching hanging out with Rica (the_fish_meowed) for three whole hours at Starbucks while our asses get flatter by the minute is a surefire way to start off my hell week. And doing dinner with UP people just makes it seem like I have absolutely nothing to worry about eh? Now if only people just forget what I ever did, then maybe I can go on with my hell week under a clean conscience. But due to certain reasons which I am not capable of explaining, let me explain.
Since my friends and I had lots of left-over from our dinner, I, under my rare bouts of altruism, decided to give the doggy bag away to the needy (read: street children). And for the nth time, I couldn't find myself some street children so in sheer agitation, I bellowed out a : "Where are the damn street children when you sooooo need them!?!?!?"
Apparently to untrained ears (read: people who don't farking know) there's a completely different connotation of such a statement. And much to my dismay, I ended up having to give the doggy bag to two girls in what looked to me like rag clothes...only to find out that these two girls weren't street children. Heck, they weren't needy, period. In fact, they were just a bunch of girls who, in their pambahays had just bought bread from the nearby bakeshop and were on their way to their condo.
Craaaaap. Not only have I been branded as a psychotic ass pedophilic bitch...but I've also got myself into some serious shit. The only good side to this whole fiasco is that these girls are from UP so I hopefully won't ever have to see their faces again. Just don't count on seeing me inside the Diliman campus within a few months time though.
No need to ask that question, because obviously its a huge ass YES. Roar.
On a lighter and more hyper note, bitching hanging out with Rica (the_fish_meowed) for three whole hours at Starbucks while our asses get flatter by the minute is a surefire way to start off my hell week. And doing dinner with UP people just makes it seem like I have absolutely nothing to worry about eh? Now if only people just forget what I ever did, then maybe I can go on with my hell week under a clean conscience. But due to certain reasons which I am not capable of explaining, let me explain.
Since my friends and I had lots of left-over from our dinner, I, under my rare bouts of altruism, decided to give the doggy bag away to the needy (read: street children). And for the nth time, I couldn't find myself some street children so in sheer agitation, I bellowed out a : "Where are the damn street children when you sooooo need them!?!?!?"
Apparently to untrained ears (read: people who don't farking know) there's a completely different connotation of such a statement. And much to my dismay, I ended up having to give the doggy bag to two girls in what looked to me like rag clothes...only to find out that these two girls weren't street children. Heck, they weren't needy, period. In fact, they were just a bunch of girls who, in their pambahays had just bought bread from the nearby bakeshop and were on their way to their condo.
Craaaaap. Not only have I been branded as a psychotic ass pedophilic bitch...but I've also got myself into some serious shit. The only good side to this whole fiasco is that these girls are from UP so I hopefully won't ever have to see their faces again. Just don't count on seeing me inside the Diliman campus within a few months time though.