05-25-12
A Series of Tweets
- My 19 year old sister: Ligo tayo sa ulan! Me: :O
- I ran for my life when I noticed them eyeing my umbrella.
- Now I’m the KJ who takes their picture from afar. Haha
From left to right: Ate Iya, my cousins - sisters Bea and Bono
I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
(Source: quote-book)
05-23-12
Sister treated me to a pedi. Toes are weird but my nails are puhretty.
Thanks Darwin for ♥ing my first post. I deleted that and uploaded another ‘cause my nails look so much better in HD!
- me: sometimes i think i have multiple personality disorder
- me: look at her, speaking for all of us like she owns the place
Diplo - Set It Off feat. Lazerdisk Party Sex
05-19-12
For the past two weeks I’ve been coming to school to get the requirements for my scholarship or as I’d like to call it, easy money. It wasn’t an easy process. And I’m starting to think “easy money” was a wrong nick.
My mom told me it’s wrong to post a photo of the 20,000 pesos I received last semester online (in here it’s only nineteen cause I already spent one thousand for food) but since I’ve already spent every single cent of it and about 99% of you don’t know where I live, I see no harm in doing so.
It has been really tiring ‘cause I was used to having more than enough time to rest at home. The sudden waking-up-early and walking and sweating made it harder for me to sleep. Do you ever get that feeling? When you’re too tired to sleep?
The biggest problem was about my grades. And it was a real pain in the butt. My professor in a foundation subject unadmittedly lost my paper so she gave me an INC. It was so hard to get her my completion form ‘cause she was so busy and unresponsive. Anyway in the end I think she got annoyed of my pleas and apologies and did what I wanted so I’ll stop bugging her. I believe my misfortunes were mainly her fault.
And then there’s the incompetent staff from the city hall, who I’m sure is around my age. After all those days of frustration and disappointment, I almost exploded at her when she said I still could’t apply. It sucked (really hard) when I realized there was no way I could get in the first batch. I had to be enrolled before they accept my application. And our enrollment is on f*cking June. So I won’t get my money until September, unlike those who got in the first batch who will get their money next month. And as if that wasn’t enough bad news, she asked for my high school diploma. I thought that is only required from Freshman applicants so I asked why it was needed. She clearly didn’t know the reason while stammering “Pruweba po na gumraduate kayo ng high school.” How does she think did I get into UP? Plus she wouldn’t accept my good moral certificate. Said it has to be from my school. I wish I hadn’t asked my mom to get me one from the local barangay so she wouldn’t have to walk there and waste 50 pesos.
So again I went to UP and got a request slip for a good moral certificate. But the cashier wasn’t open that day (I didn’t know) and I couldn’t pay for it. I’m worried ‘cause I might not be able to get it right away when I need it and my mom would get mad again.
In the end all I could do was hope all those crap won’t happen again. Next time I’ll try to do things ahead and not depend on other people.
