To my dear commenters, I deeply am grateful that you are commenting on my lowly posts. I appreciate your effort. Don't worry, I'll reply on everything that you wrote on my comment box- if I have the free time to do so, at least.

Hi guys, gals, gays-and aliens. Noticed anything?? Yeah. I visibly, changed the layout- from a kitty to a lady. Oh- it evolved but this isn’t any Hominid matter. It's a disenchantment because I know nothing about using photoshop but loh' I do have quite a knowledge about HTML codes and Javascripts-but still I'm puzzled when it comes to CSS. Thanks God that I was, to some extent, addicted to blogging that's why I discovered these things. Speaking of blogs, me and my friends are presently discussing about having a group blog. Three girls in one-yeah. But right now, we're having quite a difficulty with the images we’re going to use. We have an Ice cream motif for next month. Probably next month we’ll open up to the cyber world. We only have a site or three for kawaii graphics resources and not all have those cute ice cream avatars or pixels or anything. I’m begging you guys, please tell me where I can get those cute pixels or any other images and smileys? But I have this feeling that no one will give me any graphics resource sites. Onegai?

Have you ever tried solving atrocious math problems? Do you find it simple? Complex, perhaps?

Learning math was trouble-free when I was in my elementary years. Mathematics, at present, is monstrous. It’s like jumping on cliffs and drowning your self to the deepest part of the ocean. I mean, I know how to count from 1 to 100 and do simple additions and subtractions or even relating to you what MDAS means. So, why learn those hard-to-understand theorems and similarities-blah-blah. I just can’t get the logic.

It’s obvious that I detest math and I don’t know when that hatred will fade. I am not good in mathematics and I envy those who understand the subject very well. They can propose solutions for a very difficult problem and understand how the whole thing works. They’re geniuses and that totally made me admire them. TOTALLY. I don’t know, maybe I wasn’t born to solve equations at all. Yet, I aspire to get on their level but how many many many hundred times I try to brainstorm and study numbers and variables and coefficients and circles, area, perimeters, surface area, similarities-name it all, I just can’t really catch up with it. I guess I need to breathe for seconds amidst these obdurate rants of mine. I sometimes pity myself because of this.

I was thinking, who were those individuals who constructed those equations and have mathematics to exist? They’re cool for having those equations discovered by them,of course, but totally uncool for we need to study those. Haha. Silly me. If only I could change the time. If only I could build time machines to bring back time. Tsk.tsk.tsk. I would be able to learn everything from them, on the flesh and by the time I got back, I’m a math warlock. But, yah’ know ‘tis impossible.

Right now, I’m still here, alive. However, I’m still struggling to get a higher grade in mathematics and to slowly refrain from cheating when it comes to that subject matter. I’ll try to put much effort now, but I guess it’ll take me a lot more time. Or worst, it’ll take me forever.

Guys thank you for reading my boring rant. God Bless. Comments are loved.

It has been two days since our sumptuous Junior-Senior Promenade came to its very end. That was surely an eye-catching event. Us, wearing ball gowns and tuxedo's of various extravagant designs matched by diverse colorful masks and petite yet simple pouches. Our prom was like of a masquerade ball and the venue was fairytale like-sort of. The place was filled with gleaming lights with a flowing fountain at its center. The place was somewhat, small to be occupied by a hundred of students but moi was pleased. The first half of the program was not as immense as I had expected it to be. The foods were not my total type- the dessert looks like it was filled with molds (talk about fungi!!) since the juice of the fruits were mixed up with the white milk-like substance. I’m really bad at describing things, pardon me. The cotillion de honor was a failure, even though we had practiced the choreography for a thousand times, we still end up with bad endings. Second Part. It is intended for our socialization in blah-lah land. The event was supposed to be about gracefulness and deep and proper socialization but everything turned out to be a jungle of wild animals doing ridiculous things, like, sitting up on the balloon decors to pop it up and dancing so wildly that it makes everyone so insane!! I was part of it though, but I didn’t go insane at all. PRINCIPAL WAS IRRITATED!! And that was surely the worst thing that had happened. She immediately stopped the party and shoo us to go back home. I wasn’t really expecting that a beautiful fairy tale would turn into something horrifying. I just hope that they would still allow us to have our JS Prom next year. I was somewhat satisfied..

Why the hell did this colossal, stupid yesterday came into existence in my freaking, dingy life?

Everything’s cluttered now. I really don’t know what to think of myself. First, was the great mass-destructive degradation they constantly throw up on me – that I was BLACK – skinned & ugly, and being ugly is my tremendous title (They said they were just kidding though, half-myself wanted to consider that they were just joking but half of me wanted to disagree.). Next, was my freaking, stupid and the-cause-of-my-quivering voice. It was nothing angelic, really (and of course, nothing to boast about) I was perfectly and obviously in agony. I want to accurately bang my head on the adobe wall in a 360 degree position and shatter my clothes to pieces or just precisely play dead.

So, Today was a bull’s-hit day. Everything’s to worry about! This happened during a time-consuming, practice at the computer room. I happened to belong on the Serenade” Team-just happened to. My heart was on its utmost intensity of pumping bloods (good thing, my veins didn’t pass out!) and breathing some air was rather difficult. I can sense that my hands were slightly wobbly and frosty that was, surely, the indication that I was anxious. It was always LIKE me and dejectedly, that wouldn’t alter. My superb (?) partner was a senior of mine. He was nice, I guess, but not nice, enough. He seizes a voice of I-don’t know. I dislike him but certainly not hate him. He was great (yeah~) for the first two minutes of my life. But, hell, did he do that!!

I’ll keep his identity a – himitsu. Okay, I won’t utter much nonsense here so I’ll go straight to the story.

He said that MY voice didn’t match his and that MY VOICE was tiny. Oh-puh- lease!! You can directly utter that I’m just so not your type of a partner and that my stupid voice sounds like a hissing green cobra.

I was thinking of replacing myself with someone else. I don’t care. I don’t desire to sing in the first place especially with someone as SPLENDID as him. Oh I can’t match his greatness~ duh.

For the millionth time the notion kept on racing outta my shrimp-like head as I listened to his masculine accent discussing with some groups on what variety of a song we’re going to sing because my voice were really tiny.

Shit! That “tiny” word defining my voice is just so over it!! So what if it was tiny? I already know that, myself, and reiterating it persistently will only aggravate me.

Now, I’m peeved, know what? I hate it. I’m not used to frown like this, at all.

That made me truly irritated!! The foolish cause of my midnight sulking!! It was my ugliest nightmare!! But, keeping it inside me, will, simply, twirl my lively existence towards turmoil.

To my dear commenters, I deeply am grateful that you are commenting on my lowly posts. I appreciate your effort. Don't worry, I'll reply on everything that you wrote on my comment box- if I have the free time to do so, at least.

Hi guys, gals, gays-and aliens. Noticed anything?? Yeah. I visibly, changed the layout- from a kitty to a lady. Oh- it evolved but this isn’t any Hominid matter. It's a disenchantment because I know nothing about using photoshop but loh' I do have quite a knowledge about HTML codes and Javascripts-but still I'm puzzled when it comes to CSS. Thanks God that I was, to some extent, addicted to blogging that's why I discovered these things. Speaking of blogs, me and my friends are presently discussing about having a group blog. Three girls in one-yeah. But right now, we're having quite a difficulty with the images we’re going to use. We have an Ice cream motif for next month. Probably next month we’ll open up to the cyber world. We only have a site or three for kawaii graphics resources and not all have those cute ice cream avatars or pixels or anything. I’m begging you guys, please tell me where I can get those cute pixels or any other images and smileys? But I have this feeling that no one will give me any graphics resource sites. Onegai?

Have you ever tried solving atrocious math problems? Do you find it simple? Complex, perhaps?

Learning math was trouble-free when I was in my elementary years. Mathematics, at present, is monstrous. It’s like jumping on cliffs and drowning your self to the deepest part of the ocean. I mean, I know how to count from 1 to 100 and do simple additions and subtractions or even relating to you what MDAS means. So, why learn those hard-to-understand theorems and similarities-blah-blah. I just can’t get the logic.

It’s obvious that I detest math and I don’t know when that hatred will fade. I am not good in mathematics and I envy those who understand the subject very well. They can propose solutions for a very difficult problem and understand how the whole thing works. They’re geniuses and that totally made me admire them. TOTALLY. I don’t know, maybe I wasn’t born to solve equations at all. Yet, I aspire to get on their level but how many many many hundred times I try to brainstorm and study numbers and variables and coefficients and circles, area, perimeters, surface area, similarities-name it all, I just can’t really catch up with it. I guess I need to breathe for seconds amidst these obdurate rants of mine. I sometimes pity myself because of this.

I was thinking, who were those individuals who constructed those equations and have mathematics to exist? They’re cool for having those equations discovered by them,of course, but totally uncool for we need to study those. Haha. Silly me. If only I could change the time. If only I could build time machines to bring back time. Tsk.tsk.tsk. I would be able to learn everything from them, on the flesh and by the time I got back, I’m a math warlock. But, yah’ know ‘tis impossible.

Right now, I’m still here, alive. However, I’m still struggling to get a higher grade in mathematics and to slowly refrain from cheating when it comes to that subject matter. I’ll try to put much effort now, but I guess it’ll take me a lot more time. Or worst, it’ll take me forever.

Guys thank you for reading my boring rant. God Bless. Comments are loved.

It has been two days since our sumptuous Junior-Senior Promenade came to its very end. That was surely an eye-catching event. Us, wearing ball gowns and tuxedo's of various extravagant designs matched by diverse colorful masks and petite yet simple pouches. Our prom was like of a masquerade ball and the venue was fairytale like-sort of. The place was filled with gleaming lights with a flowing fountain at its center. The place was somewhat, small to be occupied by a hundred of students but moi was pleased. The first half of the program was not as immense as I had expected it to be. The foods were not my total type- the dessert looks like it was filled with molds (talk about fungi!!) since the juice of the fruits were mixed up with the white milk-like substance. I’m really bad at describing things, pardon me. The cotillion de honor was a failure, even though we had practiced the choreography for a thousand times, we still end up with bad endings. Second Part. It is intended for our socialization in blah-lah land. The event was supposed to be about gracefulness and deep and proper socialization but everything turned out to be a jungle of wild animals doing ridiculous things, like, sitting up on the balloon decors to pop it up and dancing so wildly that it makes everyone so insane!! I was part of it though, but I didn’t go insane at all. PRINCIPAL WAS IRRITATED!! And that was surely the worst thing that had happened. She immediately stopped the party and shoo us to go back home. I wasn’t really expecting that a beautiful fairy tale would turn into something horrifying. I just hope that they would still allow us to have our JS Prom next year. I was somewhat satisfied..

Why the hell did this colossal, stupid yesterday came into existence in my freaking, dingy life?

Everything’s cluttered now. I really don’t know what to think of myself. First, was the great mass-destructive degradation they constantly throw up on me – that I was BLACK – skinned & ugly, and being ugly is my tremendous title (They said they were just kidding though, half-myself wanted to consider that they were just joking but half of me wanted to disagree.). Next, was my freaking, stupid and the-cause-of-my-quivering voice. It was nothing angelic, really (and of course, nothing to boast about) I was perfectly and obviously in agony. I want to accurately bang my head on the adobe wall in a 360 degree position and shatter my clothes to pieces or just precisely play dead.

So, Today was a bull’s-hit day. Everything’s to worry about! This happened during a time-consuming, practice at the computer room. I happened to belong on the Serenade” Team-just happened to. My heart was on its utmost intensity of pumping bloods (good thing, my veins didn’t pass out!) and breathing some air was rather difficult. I can sense that my hands were slightly wobbly and frosty that was, surely, the indication that I was anxious. It was always LIKE me and dejectedly, that wouldn’t alter. My superb (?) partner was a senior of mine. He was nice, I guess, but not nice, enough. He seizes a voice of I-don’t know. I dislike him but certainly not hate him. He was great (yeah~) for the first two minutes of my life. But, hell, did he do that!!

I’ll keep his identity a – himitsu. Okay, I won’t utter much nonsense here so I’ll go straight to the story.

He said that MY voice didn’t match his and that MY VOICE was tiny. Oh-puh- lease!! You can directly utter that I’m just so not your type of a partner and that my stupid voice sounds like a hissing green cobra.

I was thinking of replacing myself with someone else. I don’t care. I don’t desire to sing in the first place especially with someone as SPLENDID as him. Oh I can’t match his greatness~ duh.

For the millionth time the notion kept on racing outta my shrimp-like head as I listened to his masculine accent discussing with some groups on what variety of a song we’re going to sing because my voice were really tiny.

Shit! That “tiny” word defining my voice is just so over it!! So what if it was tiny? I already know that, myself, and reiterating it persistently will only aggravate me.

Now, I’m peeved, know what? I hate it. I’m not used to frown like this, at all.

That made me truly irritated!! The foolish cause of my midnight sulking!! It was my ugliest nightmare!! But, keeping it inside me, will, simply, twirl my lively existence towards turmoil.