attack of the... ants.

Oh sweetness. It is absolutely sickening. I've been swamped, and now is one of the occasions that I shall vent my troubles onto this pixelated piece of data slapped with a yellow polka-dotted smiley face.

:-)

I hate Wednesdays.

If only...if only sembreak would come already. Then I could escape everything...life...people...ramayana... And tutor induced headaches. Grrr. I've defaced the meaning of hannah with a worthless anime smiley and a few dozen words that are to be crossed out this minute. I've missed enough chances, steamed through enough regrets and NOW, i'm sketching the costumes for a PLAY next next next WEEK. Gah. Stupid Paskorus. Teacher picketing. Enjourn movie....that no one understands!!!! >_< And why is everyone complaining, for Gilbert's sake?! Depression is normal! Social trauma is NORMAL! NORMAL IS NORMAL! ...math homework... X_x (i shall not wallow in self pity, i shall not wallow in self pity, i shall not wallow in...)

*sigh*

noooo...!!!

Agh, super busy lazy day. Horrible. I can't find part one of Kristine's copy of Ramayana, and I doubt that the script will be completed within the week. -_- My head hurts because of Makati. And crowded trains, and shopping bags, and brownies. >.< Everyone is getting ridiculously dramatic, as usual, and blah blah blah. OH wait! Something good actually happened, I guess. I rotted in a corner of Powerbooks for two hours browsing around and eventually finishing Neil Gaiman's Coraline. ^_^ Wonderful book. Creepy. Frightening, and amazingly magical. But I didn't think it was worth buying to read again...Sorry Sir Luy. :P

should've brought a camera.

My life is surreal. Walking beside the ASTB after school today, on my way to the front lobby, I spotted a flooded portion of the soil area beside the IS room. The sun was beginning to set, and the rippling puddles of rainwater reflected the orange, dying sunshine, casting ethereal patterns onto the cracked white paint. I did a double take, seeing that one, because rarely could such beauty be seen in a place such as Pisay. (No offense, beautiful people.)

Mg is problematic as usual. Deeper people. Huh. And I'm an eight year old. O.o, as quoted by the great KJ. Drifting, drifting, drifting, said Tifa. I haven't played any game composing the FF series, but today I came across a copy of Advent Children, and popped it into the DVD player. A bit vague, since I don't know the original storyline, but the animation is wonderful.

Still working on my story. Flying ice lizards, anyone?

Another ComSci post.

Comsci. 9.52 am

Yay. ^^ Jean has created her blog. Now I shall link it. Yay.

Matrix Demented is almost out. I have been working on it

for a few days. ^^ matrixdemented.cjb.net. Yay.

idiocy.

hwee!

and hannah posts. late. again. ^^

Hi. Again. ^^ I'm at home right now, even if it is Friday lunchtime, and everyone else is at school melting in the heat and paying no attention to the intrams finals. Woke up late and ate four Walkers Nonsuch toffees after lunch, tried to brush my teeth, did a little of Matrix Demented, and shoved a spoon down my throat. Productive morning, eh? Oh wait, I guess I should write about the retreat and the intrams like everyone else is probably doing.

Hoookay. Um, retreat, right? Well, it lasted....three days. And it was spiritually refreshing and fun and blah blah blah. Our sessions were very fun. And enlightening. And helping. Yippee! And then we gave palancas and got palancas, except I was a broken link. Tim, my sponsoree was back in Manila glued to his computer monitor, and Cy, my *very* enthusiatic sponsor, was in the same state. But wait! Cy wrote me a palanca. In his car on his way to school. Yaaay. And tim wrote me one. Yaay.

Intrams! They were...kind of boring and disappointing, as usual. Badminton found me beaten up, arms aching and pride hurting. Singles. Argh. Who invented singles ,anyway? oops, stupid question. It really is difficult, considering I was up against a BEGINNER from the yellow team, and someone else from black who loved smashing. Yay. First singles game, and I got smashed to bits. Learning experience, anyway, so who cares? :P

Aggh. Those toffees are killing my throat. Wrote a couple of chapters of stuff this morning, and helped by little sister cram her snake project. My skin is *horrifying* when viewed using Mozilla, but then, I guess changing skins is too troublesome? Ahh...nevermind. ^^ The break from perio is almost over. How sad. ^^

dum dum dee doo

PERIO WEEK. ( a prelude)

Once upon a time there lived a girl named hannah who ate too much sugar-related food all at once. she was full of energy for a while, but then after sitting through the extended version of LoTR: RoTK, up till early morning, and after collapsing onto her bed without properly drying her hair, all that energy disappeared in the morning.

Hmmm...perio week looms ahead. But then our teachers have this wonderful talent of cramming everything else they forgot to make us do into the day before. Monday. Wonderful. >.Blogskins, everyone. That is where to go.

Speaking of blogs, everyone seems to be so filled with angst and drama and all that stuff. *sigh* Life is beginning to morph more and more into a horribly familiar soap opera. >.< Hehe. 19 palancas have been created for people from Dia, Sampa and Magnesium. Fun, huh. ^_^ Wrote my hand off last night. Wonder if Cy's collected any for me at all...?

Retreat, retreat. I'm sharing a cottage with the 1/3 girls, Jira and Llyza. And i'm bringing an airbed(maybe) and MONOPOLY!!! Wheee! Funfun. I think that the rules should be loosened a little, though. Like the one with the girls and the boys eating in separate places. Come ON, people, it's not like everyone's going to do PDA at breakfast! @_@ or at lunch...or at dinner, but that isn't the point. Eating together is a fellowship generator. ^_^

Mg...uhhh, nothing much to say about them. Except that some people seem to hate our section. As in, my classmates hating our section. Waah. This is very very sad. -_- I think that people are hiding themselves from each other because there seems to be this...this FEAR that the people will HATE you and/or tease/torture/verbally beat you up lest you express who you really are. -_- I hope this isn't true. But I suspect it is.