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0 comments | Thursday, November 25, 2004

i was waiting for my next class and
guess who i caught...

Ice Queen was scurrying towards the faculty lounge.
whoo. sometimes, you don't know what's up with her moods.
fishnet over legwarmers. pleated khakis.
just simply baffling.

*flashback*

Jetroy: Hay, may boyfriend na kaya si ma'am?
Franco: *sniggers* nagtanong ka pa
Bald Guy: E kaya naman pala naglalabas ng sama ng loob sa atin eh *looks at his crappy test paper*
Me: O ano pa hinihintay nyo? Ligawan na dali! Sige na..kaya nyo yan.
Franco: Tao lang po kami, hindi namin kaya mag-milagro..
AJ: *solemn* Ipagdasal na lang natin siya..

~

that was a year ago.
and she still carries that signature scowl.
and her cynisism seem to reached new heights.
I mean,
quoting this from someone,
'she's pretty and smart but why does she punish herself?'

and the whole time i was doodling this and other stuff from my spot, Willie B just passed by in front of me like 10 times.
of course i'm not made of stone to not notice it. and everytime i'd look up i'd catch the freak staring at me. all 10 times.
what in the world is his problem?

oh maaan...
same incident happened also at the
elevator...
bulletin board...
stairs.

gaah gaaah gaaaaaahck

ok, now, i'm officially spooked.

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