Deus ex machina

I need Divine Intervention...

to pass that pwetchem test... ala bahala na... it's all in the past..

went to the Herbarium today for the OJT... apparently the people there weren't expecting anyone coming on a day as beautiful as this... why you say? example

Irwin: "Oh...uh..hello.. and you are?"
us: "from dlsu, dr. agoo's (mr.magoo timbuktu scooby doo yabba dabba doo) class... here to take the ojt?"
Irwin: "ah... so just read these pamphlets (hands us 3 different pamphlets circa 1920) to give you a brief background on the Herbarium blah blah blah.."
us: "oook"

after 15 mins of wondering why the pamphlets look more like botany lab handouts than the normal kind of pamphlets 9if there is such a thing)

Irwin: "Good now you guys go to Edwin for your work"

walking

Edwin: "Huh?... oh so you guys just arrange those boxes (points to tens of thousands of dusty, moldy, old, worn, torn, smelly boxes) by the labels and I'll have my lunch break!"

sweet isn't he?

Oh yeah and my mom called me last night... here's a sample of our conversation:

me: "mom i got a henna tattoo"
mom: "YOU WHAT?!"
me: "i got a HENNA, HENNA tattoo its not real.."
mom: "no son of mine wears a tattoo!"
me: "geeze not this again"
mom: "bratatatatatatatatatatatatat

back to the present

had the intphil test today... gawd where the hell did that sadistic ballerina get those questions??? why didn't she just ask about good old anaximander or charmander or tom bombadill???

i blame society