Post-Midnight Mayhem, More Than I Expected

It was an exciting week. All things completely ordinary, nevertheless, they were fun. They popped out without notice (because, well, that's what popped out means?) And things from catterpillars to getting lost in the rain...to seeing your old chemistry teacher, who was once boyish and now in PINK and with Prada strapped on her shoulder--and the most fantastic thing of having a party with your team of writers and editors (with no alcohol, duh, nevertheless, the funnest party to date)--all of it, whether in summation or as individual statements of fact...

They were surprising.

Even the part where you make your homework and projects, surprising indeed!

...in the worst way.

You make them sparingly through the week, so you can spend the rest of the weekend left to some relaxation--something I badly needed at this point--or for some work to be finished at a leisurely pace.

At a leisurely pace, mind you.

And then.

You hold a party, because you think it's all done.

You go to the mall with your family and niece and nephew to celebrate Grandparents' day...because you think the school work's all over...

You come home and spend a little more time with your niece, talking about anime, the cosplayers you saw at the mall, and sneaking through youtube (or even your own music files, really!) just to check what stuff you have...

And then
BOOM.

When they go home, you're left to check your work for final minor edits and printing.

But then you notice...
IT'S GONE.
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Now it's 12.47AM.
And you're back to negative zero.
On a project you've worked on a whole week.
Your brother has a fever, and you caught it.
You have a photoshoot tomorrow, too.
The three pieces of homework,
Two pieces of week-long projects
will take up the rest of your sleep...

Inevitably, tomorrow...
When you take that Trig test...
Or even that simple English test that was so easy--so you assume it...

Wow.
Expect your scores to be low, tomorrow, Mmi.

Good luck.

At this moment...
Your mind is hating you for making it hurt so badly through the week
Only to stress it further during the final stretch.

Fantastic.

Now all you can write
Is a couple of bad sentences
Broken up in free, fragmented verse
With appalling punctuation
And horrid wording.

You're not a writer.
Somewhere in between,
You just failed.

Hum. Well I'll be going to school tomorrow. I'll take those quizzes and be there during all the meetings and photoshoots. I don't care if I have a fever. I'll pass this project. I will make things happen.

I am Everyone.
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I will post further details regarding the whole week, from the good things, to the bad, to the completely whacked out happenings. Everything is blog-worthy. Check in a week's time. Please

Life, Death, Moving On.

I'm sorry, Kyle.

Fugly That It Is

I'm getting tired of how web 1.0 Blogger always looks. It's boring, irritating, and everything else. It goes against every modern principle of webdesign. I need to call for help. "MOTHARRRR!!!"

Seriously, though. I'd LOVE to move to Wordpress for all that it is. Only if it wasn't so damned difficult to install it all in to a server. -_- Its "five-minute installation we're famous for!" crap is a big lie.

:/ The Sparks' Wordpress just CRASSSHSHHHHHHHEDHDHDHDHDHDHDHAFDS FASDFS

Like that.

And I'm trying to remake it all.

And WP must really hate me now. Huh. Who could have guessed?

But then, every other feature that Wordpress has makes up for it, I guess. Its functionality, crisp look, and the fact that I can name it with my personal domain (I shouldn't thank WP for that. I should thank .tk... Lol.) ...once it's all installed, you pretty much forget the damned things you hated about it.

Much the opposite to blogger. Hah. It's easy to have, easy to post. And you'll hate it afterwards.

Depends. At least I dislike it. =P

OH SCREW THEM BOTH.

LiveJournal.

Pssssshhhhh. xD

Nah.

Excuse me, while I laugh my stress away.

Holidays are Bad for the Economy

Worse for people with schedules.

Quite honestly, I've already scheduled AND requested for a permit for a photoshoot on Monday. The release of the first issue of our magazine is next week! And we haven't had a photoshoot yet! This is TERRIBLE.

What's worse is that the permit I requested was handed over to the principal by one of my writers. Either he forgot, or I just didn't hear him say that someone should pick up the permit before heading home. In any case, he didn't. No, he didn't. He didn't pick it up after school.

--interruption--

Gabs just SMS'd. Yes, that is breaking news! He's worried about the current news regarding the sinking ship over at Zamboanga. Well yeah, it... is pretty sad that there are 800 mourning families at the moment. More-so that they are our Muslim brothers and sisters who have been in... well, let's say they're not in the best position to hold parties, live normal lives. They are, after all, in the territory of the terrorists. (That is to say, the terrorists come from them--not to generalize the Muslims, or anything. Some of you are great people. :D And some of you just come to Manila to bomb as all half-to-death. SOME of you.)

And it's been pretty hard on them, lately. Mindanao is the one with the best resources. But what's happening is that they're letting their hate for Christianity get in the way of their development. (Just as I've pointed out, SOME of them.) So the some part tries bombing, while the other Muslims are living quietly. The result? They're killing their own kind. -_-;

Round of applause for the people who say they are being oppressed...and who consequently oppress their own kind! HUZZAH!

Really, we can't let go of Mindanao for two reasons:

a.) They don't have enough to run their own country; and

b.) There are Mindanaons living in places like Manila. Vice-versa. Separating Mindanao with the rest of the Phil. would leave these guys helpless, and in need of green-cards. Immediate green cards.

And a whole plethora of legal documents.

I'm going completely non-sequitur here.

Anyway, I am in no danger. To end my political ranting...

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YES. So...

Tuesday is completion of layouts and articles.

That will be reedited through the duration of the week until Friday.

By Saturday, completion.

Then printing.

And then we get to see 'em on Monday, along with our dreaded report cards. I'm in deep worry for my grades. I heard that a plethora of honor students were put out of the roll automatically, just by the first quartermester, too. Shush.

Alongside sir Isaac. :)) Who was top ONE on our APSA Diagnostic National Standardized Exam... His percentile rank for the COUNTRY is 99+ percent. Whilst I remain at 99%. That's one percent lower than he.

So what happened?

He didn't make the cut.

That's right folks.

Isaac is not in the honor roll.

And for this...

HE FRIGGIN HATES MY FACE. 8D

An accomplishment, that is.

Why? How did it become my fault? BECAUSE...

He failed in Filipino.

BECAUSE:

Of the film we did as a group...

where he was supposed to star as a lead role.

And being the diva that he truly is,

he backed out on the acting and refused to cooperate.

SO.

In the middle of editing...

His sister constantly IM'd me,

about what he can do to contribute.

Of course, from the very start, I was the one

TASKED to edit.

That's why I didn't appear in the film.

So I said that the movie's all wrapped up and ready to go.

And that there was nothing else left for him to do.

Isaac...

Now hates me.

Well, he did before. But more so now.

Every time we have a meeting for the all-new TaskForce2010 (the thing against corruption we're planning) and I come in, he'll go off and say that he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. And when I need him to help out, he wouldn't do anything!!!

Really, Zhack. Your personal issues towards me and my work methods should not be a reason for you to just back out on this. You made a promise to our principal, the the Ateneo Task Force, to the Sisters, the school, the CEAP... And just because you hate ME doesn't mean you should let it get in the way of your work.

And if you say it's because I keep on throwing my suggestions out...it's because I WANT to give a suggestion--because I HAVE an idea. And I know you have a bunch of them. Then GO. Push me to the side and bury me in your brilliant recommendations! If you want yourself in the spotlight of ideas, then go ahead and give them to me. I'll even type them all down for you in the proposal sheet.

Because I only monopolize a job when I am with people who do not care for it. But I know you do. And I know the whole team does. And I am not trying to overshadow anyone in anything.

You don't need idiots, you say. The truth to that is you don't need them because you have enough stupidity in yourself that the world would lose balance if you have an idiot seated next to you.

-breathe-

Ranting over.

On the lighter side of things, my brother was doing the moonwalk earlier, while his feet were wet.

The boy slipped and fell.

Can I LOL, please? Oh please, may I?

End post.

P.S. Meh. Ranting is RANTING. Which is the buttcrap of the brain. When I say these things, I am an equal idiot to the afformentioned idiot. Yes? Yes.