Friday, August 25, 2006
Study Week Blues
It was a warm thursday afternoon. Grace sat at her desk, staring blankly at her AA notes. The alphabets all seemed to tumble over each other, having a playful game of tag with the unfortunate 19-year-old student. A game it was, except that it lacked the essence of fun every game should possess.
The poor girl pondered for the hundredth time how her future would be like. In her mind's eye, she saw a fat, robust woman in clothing that looked on the verge of bursting, trapped in an office staring at figures and stuffing her pudgy face with Lays Classics and Van Houtens.
Just like now. Grace continued popping the greasy chips and chocs into her mouth at the speed of light, despite feeling the unwanted fats piling up. "I'm gonna go on a diet and slim down. I'm getting fat and ugly and BORED. FUCK AA," she thought, ironically gobbling down more chips. She is such a slob, don't you think? Disgusting.
The phone rang. It was the boyfriend.
"I'm going over to your place so we can study together or something. See ya." He said and hung up.
And so, one unfortunate 19-yr-old became two.
Grace was sort of counting on her boyfriend to motivate her to study. However, when he arrived, he complained of salivary glands acting up and extra noises in his stomach. To put it plainly, he was hungry again and as always. So, the two of them hopped into the car and drove to get some food.
Gobble gobble gulp gulp swallow. Grace swore to herself that she was skipping dinner that night, the next night, the next, the next, the next, the next and the next.
Finally. Grace and the boyfriend settled themselves in her room for some intensive mugging. "I will study. I will." Boyfriend quipped resolutely. To this, the girlfriend arched an eyebrow uncertainly.
Grace continued the torturous process of cramming in more AA. While she was hard at work, her boyfriend was slumped on her bed, playing mini golf on her handphone. So much for studying. Between staring at the phone and mumbling incoherently in which Grace tried to shut out as the murmurs were hindering her from concentrating, he also let out a series of loud and smelly farts and then proceeded to laugh hysterically.
"I know... I'll go to the toilet to study while I shit. Tata." With that, he took with him some lecture notes and slammed the toilet door.
And the stuff he read in the toilet while taking a crap were the only things he studied for the entire day.
Great. Just great. Grace can't wait for exams to be over!!!!!!
The poor girl pondered for the hundredth time how her future would be like. In her mind's eye, she saw a fat, robust woman in clothing that looked on the verge of bursting, trapped in an office staring at figures and stuffing her pudgy face with Lays Classics and Van Houtens.
Just like now. Grace continued popping the greasy chips and chocs into her mouth at the speed of light, despite feeling the unwanted fats piling up. "I'm gonna go on a diet and slim down. I'm getting fat and ugly and BORED. FUCK AA," she thought, ironically gobbling down more chips. She is such a slob, don't you think? Disgusting.
The phone rang. It was the boyfriend.
"I'm going over to your place so we can study together or something. See ya." He said and hung up.
And so, one unfortunate 19-yr-old became two.
Grace was sort of counting on her boyfriend to motivate her to study. However, when he arrived, he complained of salivary glands acting up and extra noises in his stomach. To put it plainly, he was hungry again and as always. So, the two of them hopped into the car and drove to get some food.
Gobble gobble gulp gulp swallow. Grace swore to herself that she was skipping dinner that night, the next night, the next, the next, the next, the next and the next.
Finally. Grace and the boyfriend settled themselves in her room for some intensive mugging. "I will study. I will." Boyfriend quipped resolutely. To this, the girlfriend arched an eyebrow uncertainly.
Grace continued the torturous process of cramming in more AA. While she was hard at work, her boyfriend was slumped on her bed, playing mini golf on her handphone. So much for studying. Between staring at the phone and mumbling incoherently in which Grace tried to shut out as the murmurs were hindering her from concentrating, he also let out a series of loud and smelly farts and then proceeded to laugh hysterically.
"I know... I'll go to the toilet to study while I shit. Tata." With that, he took with him some lecture notes and slammed the toilet door.
And the stuff he read in the toilet while taking a crap were the only things he studied for the entire day.
Great. Just great. Grace can't wait for exams to be over!!!!!!
# posted by Gracie @ 1:03 AM 
