Bye bye Summer o9!

The Book of Answers was wrong!

M's my classmate! And E & CJ & C! Hello IV-St. Rita. :) Only, MA is not my classmate, and CB. MA's been my classmate since 1st year! Well, actually, I think since grade 5 but we were not that close back then. -sigh- That just sucks. To think it'll be our last year since we're going off to different colleges after graduation. Oh, and another thing that bothers me this year is that we're only 2 sections! I don't think any of us moved (we were already few before) so why change? The top ten's going to be brutal... as CJ says, the TOUGH TEN... I think our adviser is Mrs. Adri. I'm actually 90% sure she is, based on our bulletin board with ALGEBRA written on it. Yipee. Not.



Tomorrow, after settling into class, the discipline committee members are to proceed to their assigned classrooms. Estella, a second year student, and I were assigned to Grade One Red under Ms. Jela's care. MA's with her sister, assigned to the other grade one section. And Therese's with CJ handling grade 3. We are to stay with them for the whole morning in the auditorium. So we won't be able to bond with our class yet. -sigh- When we found out about this, MA and I comforted ourselves with the thought that at least WE will be near each other, thinking we would be classmates. BROKEN RECORD! You see, MA and I with 2 other friends of ours have been classmates since 1st year! There's an unspoken bond between the four of us, and now I broke away from them!

So goodbye summer 09, the last summer before graduating at Colegio de Sta. Rosa... hello Senior year. I want this year to be the BEST. No regrets, though I'm starting to think that that's not possible...

Anyway, we attended mass at Greenbelt this afternoon. And I got one of those small scrolls with Bible messages written in them. Mine read:

Humiliation can follow fame, while from obscurity a man can lift his head. A man may buy much for little, but pay for it seven times more.

- Sirach 20: 10

Beautiful isn't it? Well, off to bed. Need to get some shut eye if I am to be alert for tomorrow. Hope it'll turn out okay. Go go go! :)

of all the ironies and supposed to be's...

"Expect the Unexpected." - The Book of Answers 02.o5.o9

What I expected: I'm going to have my period on o2.06.09
Outcome: Positive

What I didn't expect: It's going to rain on 02.06.09
Outcome: Positive

This tells us what?

I woke up early this morning, for once. Most probably because I slept early, for once. I had a few minutes to myself so I turned on my iPod and shuffled. But before that, I asked the question: What's my prom going to be like later? Hoping the song that would play is a suitable answer. It played a song from the movie Anastasia, one of my favorite movies when I was a kid. It played A Journey to the Past.

I thought at first: how? It is my first time to attend a prom, dress up all fancy for a school event with my friends. Then during the mass I realized that the event later already had memories in it. My friends and I imagined about this day eversince we were in the fifth grade. In first year, we made plans to go together... and in a few hours we will. My classmates said they were excited to see me all dressed up since I, allegedly, am not girly enough for them.

The prom already held memories of my younger self. And I hope that later, it would be more memorable.

It just sucks that today is my first day (I feel fat!) and that it's pouring.

----o

Lyrics: A Journey to the Past

Heart don't fail me now
Courage don't desert me
Don't turn back now that we're here

People always say
Life is full of choices
No one ever mentions fear

Or how the world can seem so vast
On a journey to the past

Somewhere down this road
I know someone's waiting
Years of dreams just can't be wrong

Arms will open wide
I'll be safe and wanted
Finally home where I belong

Well starting now I'm learning fast
On this journey to the past

Home, love, family
There was once a time I must've had them too
Home, love, family
I will never be complete until I find you

One step at a time
One hope, then another
Who knows where this road may go

Back to who I was
Onto find my future
Things my heart still needs to know

Yes, let this be a sign
Let this road be mine
Let it lead me to my past
And bring me home
At last

Heels Over Head for BoysLikeGirls - 26

It was one heck of a day. Full of contemplation and longing as we stood in line. Annoyance and gloom as we heard of the commotion. Yearning and hopefulness when we realized we were an inch close to what we wanted. What an emotional roller coaster.


Not to mention how much our feet hurt and our voices cracked from screaming, our ears popped and sweat trickled down as we jumped up and down.


But I guess it was all worth it.


As Carllyn and I were desperately trying to figure out what to do, where to go and how to cope up with our blues, we shared a certain thought: What's the difference between expectations and optimism? We're often told not to expect for we might not get what we want in the end. But we're also told to think positive and not to lose hope. Up until now I'm confused.


As we waited in line (or lines since we almost about circled the concierge booth searching for the right one!) we encoutered different people. Strong-willed teenagers, spoiled brats, generous parents and aggressive mothers. We even made some ("somehow") friends! The flaws and unjust methods in Glorietta caused all this. Such a scandal! To think we waited 3 hours to get a ticket and got none!


Thankfully, Eevee had an extra ticket. And we met a guy who sold his ticket to us for Php 300. Well, it may seem and is pricey but when we saw BoysLikeGirls practicing on stage, specifically Martin Johnson, we lost all reason and rational thoughts. We grew desperate. Man, I was even PRAYING and BEGGING to get just one more ticket!


I forgot all about the Meet-And-Greet or the CD signing. I just wanted to be there. Lower the expectations to gain satisfactory results I guess.


And wow. This is the first time I went that crazy ever in my life. In front of other people that is. :) It was such a great experience. A "Great Escape" from the stereotypes. And man! We're they so NICE and COOL and HOT! [[Yes yes. This is still me speaking. Fanpire/Fangirl me.]] They were so humble and awesome! Just plain WOW. Even though I had no material remembrance of today, I think I'll remember this moment forever. This "Great Escape."


When I realized BoysLikeGirls was coming to the Philippines I was on a: Dance Hall Drug.
When we were lining up, then realizing something... bad, I was: Learning to Fall.
When I saw Martin Johnson for the first time, I was: Heels Over Head.
When we finally got tickets, I was: On Top of The World.
During the concert, I was on: The Great Escape.
When it all ended, up until now, I'm learning to: Let Go.


BoysLikeGirls ♥

cracked, now sunny-side-up

WAH!!!! It's vacation!!!!
And I can't believe I haven't written here before hand...
Well, before I lose myself into flaunting some stuff, let me tell you all about saying good-bye to Clare.
First of all, it wasn't as dramatic as I expected it to be.
Secondly, I realized I'll miss them more than I thought I would miss them.
Confused? So am I.
But one thing's for sure

I love TLC.

This year was so so so different from last year and my other school days at CSR... it stood out. And that's how I'm gonna remember it.

Well, now that it's all cleared, I'll babble about the sleepover @ Mariel's house.
It is my first sleepover yet. It was so fun! [It had to be considering there were eight of us!] We watched tons of movies, [we finally get to use Mariel's Portable DVD player, something she's been desperate to get] ate lots of snacks, laughed out loud, talked and talked and talked, went jogging [4 AM!], harassed her puppies [ahaha! poor Tatay!], soundtrip and had a bit of a drama time... we had to say good-bye to Elmira...

But all in all, it was fun. So I guess you could say that the sleepover is the start of summer...

The way it rolls... //Late Post//

Imagine typing using only one hand… your left hand. What’s with the devil’s right hand? Well, the ring finger got hit by a SOFTball. Oh yes. It was soft as a cushion… not. It HURTS! I told you I suck at PE. Well actually, Mariel calls it beginner’s luck, I call it equivalent exchange. How? We had a practical test [my partner is Ana May] and I got 2 out of 3. –Insert Fireworks here- Really. I’d be glad if I just even caught one ball. So yeah. A nice score in PE but what’s the exchange? A throbbing ring finger [given the circumstances, I would’ve preferred the middle finger… just for kicks], a displeasing score in Biology quiz [not a failing grade but still…] and an afternoon of ice bags. Yahoo.

And shoot. Bad timing. Tomorrow is the frog dissection in Biology. Oh Kami help me! Here I am researching some info on the Anatomy of a Frog and I can’t even look at the freaking pictures… what will happen tomorrow will a real and up-close frog!?!? And I’m supposed to bring the camera!!!

Stupid kismet.

Remember the frog prince? Well, the princess got guts to kiss or maybe just to even touch the animal! It’s times like these that you’d wish you were born a sadist than an empathetic human.

So, equivalent exchange?

I just realized this isn’t alchemy.

So anyway, I have a vision of what will happen tomorrow. The frog’s not going to croak. I am.

Wanna bet?

Moonlit smiles.

We were supposed to be practicing but there were so few of us that we ended up... procrastinating.

Oh well. We still have a week to go. One more blasted week till the play. Two more freakin weeks till Freedom. And one month till it's buh-bye. I'll miss TLC! I'll miss Girls Like Chicken! I'll miss those who are transferring next year!

Anyway, last Friday was... twistedly fun. Yeah. We didn't practice, we didn't eat a full meal [dinner = Krispy Kreme?!?!], we weren't able to buy Masquerade [kill me.] and Mediator [terminated.] that we [All of us except Mariel] were dying to buy [Now that we had cash that is...] or the shoes that they [Estelle and Pop Tart Ivanne] wanted to buy...

But in a way, we were content. All it took was some icing and sprinkles at Martha's Cakes, a full moon rising up the sky [we were amazed. no need for pity.] a few magic words from Estelle "Inaantok na ko..." and a magic trick... well, an ALMOST accomplished magic trick. [Bad timing for the driver to arrive!]

But unbelievably, we had fun.

[okay, kill me later after I reminisce.]

Flustered and Flushed.

Happy Hearts.

No exclamation point in the end? Well, I may like TONS of Romantic stories, but I'm not much of a Valentine celebrant.

Today, there was a horrible and fishy stench in the classroom. Nobody knew what it was or where it came from. We first got a whiff of it when we re-entered the classroom after the Opening Prayer and Flag Ceremony. I then realized how grateful I am for my kikay classmates [unfortunately, the Queen of all Kikays-- sorority sister Limbeth, was absent] for bringing colognes with them. But still, as the day progressed on, the stench got deadlier. That's why, we spent the Music Class, the last period for the day, [making Valentines Cards for our 'rents. You'd think it was Arts class!] outside the classroom.

So what else happened today?

Estelle's constant bugging?
Jennifer's constant hugging?

[Hahaha! Nice one! It rhymed!]

Well, we had the fire drill, 30 item quiz in PE [supposed to be 60 items! Thank you Lord!], the rushed quiz in Accounting [I realized I love Steno more...], this cool manga I borrowed from Mariel- Shoujo Beat [The Gentlemen's Alliance! So much like Gakuen Alice! WAIT! They're both GA!] and it had the cute gothic lolita... Nana something is her name... "Killer Abs" with Ru-sempai [Jesse! hahaha!] and... the stench.

And of course, finally, Baby Dino's confession through me [and Therese]. Yes. Confession as in declaration of attraction. As in CRUSH issues. How did I get myself in that mess? I wanted to go to 7 Eleven... and so, BRIBE. -sigh- Well how come I'm [who doesn't have feelings] flustered and flushed while she [the one who likes the guy] feels... NOTHING! -sigh- There's seriously something wrong with me... I don't know what or why or HOW.

Screw Valentines. [I still have plans though...]

Happy B-day Mariel! Hahaha! Where's your Pilot Pen???