What in the seven layers of hell was that?!
November 16, 2008So yesterday, when I came home from my grandmother’s place (That’s kinda where my computer is.), the first thing that catches my attention is the box of pizza on the table.
Being the poor person that I am, this exited me.
But unfortunately, I can’t just gorge myself with the pizza—I have to ask permission to eat it. That’s right. I have to ask permission to eat food in my house.
I tried asking my brother (although I know it isn’t his, and asking him would bring notice to my embarrassing lack of authority) but he said I had to ask my stepmother. And then, before I left, he suddenly told me; “Ipapasok ka ni Daddy sa ano…”
Where? In a fucking closet?
I paid no heed to his –shifty eyes- warning. Instead I focused on getting my hands on that pizza.
Which I eventually did.
I have no recollection of the other events, but I know that the thing happened when I was on my bed, watching TV.
My dad stood at the door and told me that I’ll be attending the UPCAT review thing.
I don’t remember his exact words, but I could have sworn that he said something about reporting to my reviewer.
That was what my little brother told me about.
The UPCAT tutorial never even crossed my mind.
(BTW, the upcat tutorial thing is a review center thingy one of my former –and beloved- teacher picked me for. Only seventeen of us—in our batch—were chosen, most of them known to be smart, cunning, whatever. The top ten’s in, and some other kids who were formerly top students in the past. It think there’re only two of us who were chosen who isn’t known to be smart. Me, and Mhikko.
It’s kinda flattering that I was chosen along with Jerom and Khey—I don’t really like her much, btw. I don’t like esther either. They’re not supposed to see this post. T.T)
The UPCAT review was over for me, it’s too late, I won’t be able to catch up. And I know that nobody believes in me enough to let me go through with it.
Only T.Talent does. Or at least he’s acting as if he does.
And now he tells me that I’ll be joining?!
He’s an ass.
I was over it—and I told myself that I’ll just be shitting myself joining it, and he tells me that he’s decided to let me join? NOW?!
He’s an ASS.
Great. Now I have to wake up early every Saturday. Then god knows how the hell I’m going to get to the review center.
HE. IS. AN. ASS.
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