You know the feeling when you know something huge about someone, and you’re dying to tell anyone but you can’t? And it’s a huge OMFG secret and you can’t do anything about it, until it eventually explodes.
I find it so weird how my world suddenly turned into Dawson’s Creek. And I’m both happy and scared, because I’m totally clueless how everything’s gonna turn out. It might get sickeningly nauseating, or break things apart. It’s very tricky, and very none of my business.
Anyway, I’m just blabbing, trying to get this out of my system.
Well, well, well. I am stupid enough to withdraw money from the ATM and forget to take the money. Last night I wanted to scream, throw bottles, kick the damn ATM for not telling me "Hey stupid, your money’s still here."
And yes, that was before the drinking began. I wonder what other grand stupid things I might’ve done if I were actually drunk. God, I just can’t get over it.
Toast to stupidity during birthday week!
Okay, refresher. What is a fire drill? A fire drill is when you’re sitting on your desk pretending to be busy when suddenly you hear a faint ( I swear I almost didn’t hear it) fire alarm and when you try to follow the annoying sound you see a man in an orange vest instructing you and your equally reluctant officemates to go down 27 flights of stairs on a hot summer afternoon.
In schools, fire drills are effective because 50% of the students obediently follow their teacher’s instructions, and the other half are more than happy to disrupt any learning process just to get out of their classrooms. Unfortunately, adults think differently. Adults are more like, "Oh, I’m not dumb, I know exactly what to do in case of fire, I am so beyond fire drills."
Exactly. In case of fire, scream and run for your own dear life.
brian: ano ka? we didn’t start the fire!
perry: wait, wala pa akong pinipirmahang waiver!
benny: (wala, wala syang sinabi)