recuperating...

[thoumayest]

Ah, Friday. The most awaited day of the week. Symbolizes the end of a hectis seven days and not too near the next Monday mark of a new hell. Fridays are sweet. They give me the relaxation and ease from the anxiety tearing me aart for the last 4 days. And this Friday was, shall we say, alright...

On other matters, rejoice for I was part of another winning debate team. Oh, hapy day. Later, while I was rewriting the whole English thing, Dad came home and told me that I was the top of my class.:) He also told me another thing...
My training wth th eebil professr wil start next week. O__O (shoot me...) I haven't even gone that far in studying motion yet. I've proceeded to circular motion without the mastery of rectilinear. What the F is that?

I remember when he told me to be read for my training.
Sir, kailan po ba tayo magsisimula.
And then, he said his favorite sentence. We'll see.
It's not that hard. (signature eebil grin) But after that, you're sure to be different from them. Yu're going to be a super sayan."

After a few seconds of analyzing what he said, I burst out, "ANG BADUUUUYYYY!!!" And then, he walked away with that grin.

GGGRRRRR!!!!! Really, if I had an amplifier at that time, I would have smashed his eardrums. Super sayan? WTF?! Oh, heaven has no mercy. Help me, Emre.