of emotions.
Not only am I suffering a rollercoaster ride of emotions (pardon the cliche metaphor), but it is during my week of equivocal and highly painful ovarian activity and thus my hormones are fluctuating like they're all bipolar or something. Now, previously he informed me that he'd be attending and I was like OMFG freaking out for the whole entire day and everyone was so excited and ecstatic, especially during THE MOST unproductive Japanese lesson ever experienced when all we could discuss was Dana-san's soon-to-be BOIFURENDO. Which isn't likely to happen anyway. Also my fellow ladies of sophistication were discussing it very animatedly in Legal Studies yesterday (which I feared whilst I was English, a fear had I confirmed when Steffie approached me with a very knowing excitement behind her glowing orbs). I was becoming excited/nervous/nerves on the fray in addition to PMS-ing and my ovaries/uterus going into some form of electric shock therapy wherein which I experience sporadic jolts of pain. So there we were planning my outfit in religion in which we collectively contrived a cute/sophisticated ensemble for him. I WAS GOING TO WEAR MY LBD, and still am. Ah my apologies dear readers, for I must inform you upon what indeed happened last night.
Catastrophe ladies and gentleman. I had napped last night to alleviate my weary mind from the taxing associations with school and family and friends and whatnot who were badgering me with sexually implied comments in regards to tomorrow(tonight) night. In any case I wake to find a text beeping on my phone, and who is it but him apologising profusely at his inability to attend tonight. T_T Shock, devastation and epic fail! I am upset, of course I am, eveyone says that he's standing me up. I don't think so, at least he informed and I understand his reason completely (although my uncle thinks it's bullshit and ergo the only conclusion we can arrive to is that he's "a poof," which I highly doubt) - besides he's making it up to me lol. But I shall remain the Pragon of Poise and Tower of Feminist Strength for we are irrepressible irresistible women who can and will function without men.
Ah alas, indeed I have realised that inconsequential to whatever sect of spatial equality a man may originate from, even in the upper echelons of society, men will always be GUYS. Regardless, I am wearing my LBD and having a good time. Nevermind. I have other things to think of, such as Philippine politically revolutionist fiction. Now THAT'S interesting and worth my while. You know what I realised last night? That despite my feminist ideals, domestic activities and stereotypically 'female' duties are HIGHLY therapeutic. I baked three cakes last night and washed the dishes and that was highly therapeutic for me, very relaxing and calming all the while I listened to Fergie's 'Labels or Love' because I needed a song like that at that moment. It was very coincidental I must say as Libby had supplied me with this wonderful link with these lovely Jimmy Choo/Dolce and Gabbana pumps and boots which although looked quite painful were very cute.
Yet, I must return to my Philippine Revolutionist Fiction (Jose Rizal's Noli Me Tangere)and complete my studying for my English Exam.
My aplogies ladies and gentleman, this was not of substance. Just my bitching about the dramas of teenage life.
Until next time -
- deeh xox
P.S I wish to find a more enlightening skin.
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