Schmaltzy

Aside from adoring Miss Mary Ann for her teaching abilities and the pleasant comments she writes in my diary, there are several things I dislike about her. Just a few minutes before the second part of the exam ends, she thought I was cheating with somebody when in fact I was only cracking my bloody knuckles; I believe there's a big difference in between the two. I shall not prolong this paragraph talking about this matter anymore.

Just like what I told you in the previous entry, Lennart refused to go with me. Because I believe he'd change his mind if his girlfriend Jessa would come as well, I invited the latter last night and said yes. Now, when I confirmed, she's not going to do so anymore. So I think I''ll have to have fun including buying notebooks in the mall alone tomorrow and think of sudden imaginations like seeing myself wandering alone with a cup of shake amidst the busy crowds. The mere thought itself makes me schmaltzy.

Sighs

This entry is entirely dedicated to Miss Mary Ann Datoy, who is currently having her 24th birthday here on Earth. May she have many more birthdays to come!

I got fed up thinking about the second quarterly exams so I decided to go home immediately. Since I have approximately seven hundred pesos to waste, I'm longing to go to the mall. I saw Lennart with her girlfriend Jessa outside the classroom and I asked the former whether he would accompany me to the mall later. Actually, I wanted to ask him and was expecting a yes but it turned out saying he'd not be comfortable being the only one so he refused. It was a bit disappointing to my part.

Tomorrow will be another suffering to endure...

Another Sunday

You're probably averse to the fact that nothing interesting often happens every Sunday, I'm afraid.

I pray for a roll on tomorrow.

It's drizzling

I know full well that starting on Monday we students shall have our second quarterly exams. There are still various lessons from different subjects that I cannot understand until now, and I honestly don't have any incentives to revise my notes and add more information from the internet. Leaving it from there, I now realise that I missed some lessons out of sheer laziness and probably because of not paying too much attention to the teacher—take the lessons about quantiles and percentiles in Statistics, for instance.

As I'm writing this entry my place I can feel drizzles dripping on the window glass beside me. It's relaxing, I tell you.