I hate in particular

I hate waiting. I hate in particular waiting for him, since it seems like I had spent the entire second year waiting, and it seems now I'm doomed to spend the entire third year waiting for him to walk in the caf. I hate having to be the one to wait for him, but there is nothing I can do about it.

I hate all the requirements the school assumes we can do. I don't deny that we can finish them if we really truly tried our best and had no other responsibilities and worries, but being able to finish them is certainly very different from being able to do them well, ahead of time, as perfectly as possible, without killing yourself over them. I wonder if requirements count for anything after you're dead, especially if you died trying to finish them. I'm exaggerating, but you never know...

I hate not being perfectly honest. I hate trying to avoid saying lots and lots of stuff for the sake of tact. I hate the way people almost force you to not be perfectly honest, and the way they laugh at you if you are. They don't force you- nobody really can force anyone to do anything. But they can try to get you to force yourself to be someone you're not- and, as with all things, they can succeed.

I hate it when he makes me feel like an idiot. My asking him for comments upon comments are at fault there- I was practically asking him to tell me I'm an idiot- but I didn't believe what he had said. I guess it all boils down to me, me and my inability to accept praise. But honestly now, what reasons do I have to believe anyone who praises me?

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Ang saya talaga ng mga practices namin! =>

I like my section. Believe it or not I like my section. And I'm glad I was put in this one- though sometimes I take it back. I never take it back for long, though- I usually take it back and keep it back till someone from my class makes me laugh.

Which is really very easy.

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Alam ko na ang sasabihin ko kay Ma'am Bernal bukas!

Love is like math. And if someone continues on that train of thought that'd be brilliant. But if someone continues on that train of thought and tells Ma'am Bernal I may very well kill them. Not quickly and not painlessly, but I may very well kill them nonetheless. =>

"... when you go
just know that i will remember you
if living was the hardest part
we'll then one day be together
and in the end we'll fall apart
just like the leaves change in colors
and then i will be with you 
i will be there one last time now..."
-My Chemical Romance, It's Not a Fashion Statement, it's a Deathwish

I hate in particular

I hate waiting. I hate in particular waiting for him, since it seems like I had spent the entire second year waiting, and it seems now I'm doomed to spend the entire third year waiting for him to walk in the caf. I hate having to be the one to wait for him, but there is nothing I can do about it.

I hate all the requirements the school assumes we can do. I don't deny that we can finish them if we really truly tried our best and had no other responsibilities and worries, but being able to finish them is certainly very different from being able to do them well, ahead of time, as perfectly as possible, without killing yourself over them. I wonder if requirements count for anything after you're dead, especially if you died trying to finish them. I'm exaggerating, but you never know...

I hate not being perfectly honest. I hate trying to avoid saying lots and lots of stuff for the sake of tact. I hate the way people almost force you to not be perfectly honest, and the way they laugh at you if you are. They don't force you- nobody really can force anyone to do anything. But they can try to get you to force yourself to be someone you're not- and, as with all things, they can succeed.

I hate it when he makes me feel like an idiot. My asking him for comments upon comments are at fault there- I was practically asking him to tell me I'm an idiot- but I didn't believe what he had said. I guess it all boils down to me, me and my inability to accept praise. But honestly now, what reasons do I have to believe anyone who praises me?

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Ang saya talaga ng mga practices namin! =>

I like my section. Believe it or not I like my section. And I'm glad I was put in this one- though sometimes I take it back. I never take it back for long, though- I usually take it back and keep it back till someone from my class makes me laugh.

Which is really very easy.

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Alam ko na ang sasabihin ko kay Ma'am Bernal bukas!

Love is like math. And if someone continues on that train of thought that'd be brilliant. But if someone continues on that train of thought and tells Ma'am Bernal I may very well kill them. Not quickly and not painlessly, but I may very well kill them nonetheless. =>

"... when you go
just know that i will remember you
if living was the hardest part
we'll then one day be together
and in the end we'll fall apart
just like the leaves change in colors
and then i will be with you 
i will be there one last time now..."
-My Chemical Romance, It's Not a Fashion Statement, it's a Deathwish