I can’t stop it
It seems to overflow

Aggravating. I presume that is how I can delineate my day. I was looking forward for some tranquil moments on my own but almost the whole thing backfired. I committed common blunders but it wasn’t really that oppressive. First, was when I and my group mates were assigned to report the topic appointed to us by our sensei and guess what, we nearly reported the wrong subject. Good thing, she was benign enough to have us remake our report for the last minute. It was our fault, though, for we haven’t kept the title in our minds. For my part, it was both bothersome and mortifying. Argh. Next was my runnyNOSE. I assume I had caught a cold. I loathe these shrill sneezes!! (I know you do, too.) It pisses me a lot. A LOT. It’s quite annoying, right? And it hurts. Yeah, it impairs my nose and I can barely breathe. Plus, I’m suffering from body pains-from my legs, back and to my arms. I apologize if you have to listen to my rants and thank you. Anyways, my day wasn’t completely filled with ghastly memories, there were excellent memoirs too. I was able to have some minute chat with my chums and I had treasured it a lot. It was amusing listening to their angry outbursts and clichéd jokes. Hei.hei. some one said I’m cute. I’m not boasting about it just because some unknown sycophant was praising moi. It was just overwhelming since I rarely hear someone praise me. All I know is that I am definitely defined as black. Okay. So, there were these boy classmates of mine who call me BLACK all the time and that means every hour of every day. I hope they’ll read this. You damn guys who call me BLACK, look at yourselves!! Even though you meant it as a joke, it still hurts. Man, you know nothing about good manners and right conduct. Better go back to Kindergarten and learn your ABC’s. But you know, I still am thanking you for doing that. I do accept the fact that I am the morena-type of a girl but puh-lease do not exaggerate it. Duh. (I can’t complain like this in front of them so it’s better if I write it down.) Don’t you just hate someone calling you names when your biological parents named you a unique name? Furthermore, I had a great time because I passed all my quizzes for this day.

Thanks for reading. God Bless.

I can’t stop it
It seems to overflow

Aggravating. I presume that is how I can delineate my day. I was looking forward for some tranquil moments on my own but almost the whole thing backfired. I committed common blunders but it wasn’t really that oppressive. First, was when I and my group mates were assigned to report the topic appointed to us by our sensei and guess what, we nearly reported the wrong subject. Good thing, she was benign enough to have us remake our report for the last minute. It was our fault, though, for we haven’t kept the title in our minds. For my part, it was both bothersome and mortifying. Argh. Next was my runnyNOSE. I assume I had caught a cold. I loathe these shrill sneezes!! (I know you do, too.) It pisses me a lot. A LOT. It’s quite annoying, right? And it hurts. Yeah, it impairs my nose and I can barely breathe. Plus, I’m suffering from body pains-from my legs, back and to my arms. I apologize if you have to listen to my rants and thank you. Anyways, my day wasn’t completely filled with ghastly memories, there were excellent memoirs too. I was able to have some minute chat with my chums and I had treasured it a lot. It was amusing listening to their angry outbursts and clichéd jokes. Hei.hei. some one said I’m cute. I’m not boasting about it just because some unknown sycophant was praising moi. It was just overwhelming since I rarely hear someone praise me. All I know is that I am definitely defined as black. Okay. So, there were these boy classmates of mine who call me BLACK all the time and that means every hour of every day. I hope they’ll read this. You damn guys who call me BLACK, look at yourselves!! Even though you meant it as a joke, it still hurts. Man, you know nothing about good manners and right conduct. Better go back to Kindergarten and learn your ABC’s. But you know, I still am thanking you for doing that. I do accept the fact that I am the morena-type of a girl but puh-lease do not exaggerate it. Duh. (I can’t complain like this in front of them so it’s better if I write it down.) Don’t you just hate someone calling you names when your biological parents named you a unique name? Furthermore, I had a great time because I passed all my quizzes for this day.

Thanks for reading. God Bless.