maling mali. sabi ko last time instead of "there", "their". fuck. i'm so losing my english. anyway, turns out i'm not gonna need it this sem. i'm taking spanish, and fil 40.
fil 40. fucking fil 40. got the right subject, got the wrong prof. i cannot believe the requirements of this course. wrong eh. wrong. i actually momentarily lost my zest for life because of this. hahaha.
anyway, i still haven't dyed my hair. i'm chicken shit (thanks jb for reminding me how chicken i am about a looooot of things. because of that, i don't wanna leave my house anymore. haha). can't even eat japanese, or even a stupid chocolate candy i haven't heard of. i don't even like dogs, scared of them too. i'm afraid of losing things that's why i've developed a very inconvenient compulsion of checking my bag every fucking minute. i can't swim, i'm afraid of drowning. i can't cook, i'm afraid of burning my hand. the fear would be normal if it were some complicated fried dish, but no. i can't cook instant noodles because the steam hurts.
all i need is a drink. unfortunately i can't even have my nite at home 'cause my dad would find out and as it turns out, he hasn't fully accepted my drinking. and i have tons of homework. and i don't like anyone right now.
