Sunday, March 25, 2007

   This is so NOT fair!
It's March and that means it's graduation! My sis just graduated yesterday. I wasn't there at the grad coz my groupmates dragged me to practice this stupid dance for P.E. class. I can't believe they actually had the nerve to threaten me! They said that they weren't gonna include me anymore in the group project and I could just go ahead and dance alone! So I had no choice but to ask, no PLEAD and BEG to my mother that she let me go. She did... Eventually... Grudgingly...Unfortunately...

So there I was outside of the school, in my PREPPY clothes (which I only agreed to wear because they were BLACK), wearing DANGLING PEARL EARRINGS (which are again BLACK) and makeup (which I agreed to because I could wear as much black eyeliner as I want.) waiting for my other groupmates to come... When they did it was embarrassing, the girls would go all "OMG, how pretty you look! You got a hot date?" It was a good thing the guys never show up to any group practices. Right now I just wanna flip them all off. Gawd, I wish I were going to graduate again so vacation would come sooner.
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Monday, February 19, 2007

   Why does everything have to NOT go my way?
Okay... Valentine's is over... You can add another one to my stalker list... URGH! Why does this happen to me of all people? Why couldn't it happen to people who want the creepy, invading attention and the weird gifts and the overwhelming feeling of someone following you and watching your every movement every step, every breath? (Okay, so maybe I'm exagerrating with the breathing part but whatever...) I might not mind if the guy was someone I actually like (or for that matter actually KNOW!)but they're smart enough to know that following a girl everywhere and leaving her these crazy messed-up notes isn't gonna make her interested! Sometimes I just want to grab a gun and shoot their loser ass off this damn planet. If Gareth were with me he'd do the same. Well, maybe he'd use a missile launcher but you know. You're probably wonderin' who the heck is Gareth... He's a year older than me, smart (I know because he used to go to this school were you had to be so educated to even know how to interact!), rich (the school's tuition fee is soo huge!) and uber - handsome (I suppose he is... I mean, he's got stalkers as well... Wait. That implies that I'm beautiful, right? Crap. Well, I'm not! My stalkersare in love with my personality and charm! I guess.) Why would I know him? We met at this summer workshop.(Yes, I attended, got a prob?) We used to joke around a lot... We'd go to the mall with his super cute little bro and go to the baby clothes section and pretend to be some wacked out family. It was so cool. He gave me this bracelet with my name on it one day after I gave him a paper filled with doodles and drawings of him... We were really close in like a matter of weeks... But then he told me he had to leave in a week and then he started... courting me. I didn't accept (what he was goin' to manila for christ's sake! Yes, I could IM and email and txt but seriously who needs the trouble?). He sort of got heartbroken, I guess but he didn't exactly showed it. He just pretended it never happened. Weird guy, I know. He smiled and laughed and goofed off with me but I'm not sure if they were sincere. Before he left I gave him my sketchpad that was shaped like a heart. Inside were the drawings I made during the summer. He kissed me on the cheek (which is a relief I gotta tell ya.) and went away. I threw away everything connected to him ('cept the bracelet of course! That thing actually cost alot!) his number, email add... stuff. I know what you're thinking. I'm regretting. Maybe I am. But hey, it's cool I still have the rest of my life ahead of me and who knows what's in store. We might meet again, we might not. Either way it's not gonna stop the world from spinning, it's not gonna stop everyone from living crappy lives is it? Didn't think so. Gareth, wherever you are. Don't come back. I don't know what I'll do and I'm not sure what my stalkers will do as well. But if you have to, bring a tranquilizer gun and a tazer. o_o
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Thursday, February 8, 2007

   Soap Opera Part 1
Sorry, I couldn't connect recently guys, my life hasn't exactly been all that swell. It has now turned from the fine direction it came from to the melodramatic, soap-opera-worthy, I-wanna-gag-at-the-possibility-that-this-is-happening-to-ME direction.

Right. Here's the sitch.

My friends, Jo and Bianca are in a tiff. It started in JULY 2006 (YES! It's THAT old!) I only knew about it in December... Jo only knew Bianca was mad at her last month. Anyway, Bianca's mad at Jo because... You will FREAK at the stupidness of the damn reason... she thinks Jo's changed.

Trish, my other friend, was the first person to notice this. Jo used to be like me. She used to like drawing, used to be less friendly with guys, used to be Jo... But it's not really a bothering matter. People change as time passes. They have to, it's like the only REAL thing in this world!

Bianca and Trishia hate the fact she changed. Bianca became snobbier than usual towards her. She gave her nicknames like 'Demon Girl' or B. Friend (B*tch Friend). Hurtful nicknames like that so people wouldn't realize that she was talkin' about her. Trishia, agrees with Bianca, I mean, why wouldn't she? She planted the whole 'Don't you think Jo's changed?' idea into Bianca's head! BUT she doesn't act like Bianca. She goes up to Jo, talks to her, has fun with her, acts like there's nothing wrong. She acts like she's still her friend. Plastic much, right?

I'm the only one who hasn't b*tched her, alienated her, made her my enemy. Yesterday, Bianca hatched her plan. Bianca gave me, Trish and all her friends an invite to her birthday party this Saturday.... All of us except Jo. She wondered 'bout that. Asked me, I told her everything I knew about this stupid thing. I told her about Plan B - Jo gets invited but she doesn't get any food at all. I told her about Plan C-She still gets invited but she's ignored by every guest at the party (except those oblivious to what's real. Lucky Idiots.) She cried for 15 minutes in the bathroom. (Any longer and people will come lookin' for her as she's one of the lead dancers in this presentation. She used to hate dancing. She hated dancing with me.) Trish found out. She grabbed me went to Jo. Explained everything, apologized and HUGGED her. After that she dragged me so she could tell Bianca what I did. Bianca freaked, hated me, explained it to me why the four of us can't be 'the four of us' anymore...

The two of them went to apologize to Jo. I told them that if it were possible I would quit. Quit this stupid friendship. Yes it's STUPID because it got broken because Bianca thought Jo called her a whore. (I know better and I know Jo would never and didn't say that. Bianca's other 'friend', Theresa, called her that.) Jo thought we were friends again.

I thought so too.

Bianca called me that evening, asked me how much I told her. Bianca told me she still hates her. She only did it because she was afraid the teachers would find out and then her character grading would decrease even more than usual.

Today when I go to school I will ignore them. I will not be a witness to the destruction of the friendship the four of us used to cherish. I will not be part of them. I won't watch how they end this. If they ever decide to actually STOP FGHTING, I still won't be with them. I'm sorry, but I don't make friends with stupid, immature b*tches.

P.S.
Valentine's is comin' up and I'm a mess. Not because I can't get a guy or stuff like that. It's because having three stalkers liking you is a pain in the ass. One keeps waiting for me after school (he's in college), one's in Valencia (I'm going there this sunday, unfortunately.) tHE last one's an anonymous. He leaves gifts for me (which I throw b.t.w.) and calls every now and then.

If only Gareth were here. If only I told Gareth how I felt when he told me. If only he were here.
If only he were.
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

   I forgot I hate feastdays.
I can't believe I almost forgot my curse! Every feastday, especially during the showcasing of talents I get totally depressed! It's like all the merriment initiates my I-feel-like-shit-so-don't-talk-to-me mode. Which is why I avoid being part of a presentation. My sucky attitude makes the presentation sucky itself. Too bad a few people only know that.

I got dumped with directing a play. I was fueled with enthusiasm while I pored over the screenplay. (They dumped that onto my lap as well. The bastards.) I lost precious hours of sleep for it! I mean, seriously! I fell asleep during my Algebra and Asian History tests! Wanna know how much I got in math? 19! 19 over a screwy 75! You know how they show their gratitude? By screwing up, backing out at the last minute, getting stage fright and deciding to not go out on the stage when it's their time! AND they actually blame ME! That's it! That is the final straw! Let's see how they'l handle this kind of pressure and cr*p next year.
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Saturday, October 28, 2006

   Aloha!
Hey. I'm here to tell you 'bout what happened when we visited the jail in Cabawan. Well... When we got there they told us to like have a buddy and you should check your buddy every 30 minutes. Whatever. They grouped us into 4-5 people and in every group you'd get 2-5 inmates. We were supposed to talk to them a little to you know... 'Break the barrier of silence.' But we couldn't just ask them why the hell they were in prison... Since, I was the only one who wasn't scared to talk to our inmate buddies I started the conversation with this 19 year old guy who had like a thread through his mouth. I asked him what the heck the threadwas for... He told me he was going to put like an earing there and he just put the thread through there so the hole wouldn't close up. I asked him why do that and why isn't he afraid it'll get infected and stuff. He seemed pretty mellow about it. Shit... Have to go guys. I'm late. Have a bulletin board to make. Ahhh... The responsibilities of one!
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Thursday, October 26, 2006

   We're going to prison!!!
Well, actually, not go to prison... Just visit prison. Yeah. At our school, we have this outreach thing every s.y.Last year we went to the wetmarket and helped the vendors out... (By help them out, I mean become there puppets.) This year we're visiting this prison somewhere in Cabawan (Dunno where that is.) and we're supposed to like participate with their bible sharing (It's SO shocking! I can't believe inmates do that when I, a student of a catholic school and daughter of devoted catholics am not!) and we're supposed to 'volunteer' cleaning up their cell. Yesterday, our C.L. teacher returned some of the bookmarks we made for them. (It had all this BORING verses from Psalms... in visayan dialect. I couldn't understand what I was reading and I've lived here for like... a decade. sINCE I used to live in Manila before my mom decided that we should go to Bohol, her home, to have my schooling. Thanks a lot.) She complained that this bookmark was too pink and the inmates might get insulted, or that this string on that bookmark is too long they might use it to strangle their fellow inmates etcetera. Luckily, my bookmarks were accepted. After complaining about the bookmarks, she forewarned us (mostly the girls...)about what to wear and how to act while in jail. No wearing of tight pants and t-shirts. No spaghetti or sleevless tops. Wear your hair in a ponytail and I quote 'We DONOT want to be the reason why they masturbate!' and no accesories none at all, not even a watch. No cellphones. Damn. Gotta go.
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Saturday, October 21, 2006

   Hey!!!
ME HERE!!! I'm in an internet cafe with my friend. She's here somewhere... Jus not next to me. I better go find her.
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

   What are these people thinking?
Hey... It's like 2:33 am. Am watching CNN. Surrogacy... I just can't see what the deal is. I mean, if people WANT to have other people's children (in exchange for moola, of course) why should you stop them? It's their choice, that MEANS they should be able to accept the consequences as well. Hmmmm... All in all, I can't even understand surrogacy. Why can't they just ADOPT a kid? I know... Adopting a child ain't that easy but seriously, Surrogacy?

People are actually flyin' to India for Surrogate Mothers! Huh. They pay these people $5000 for bearing their children(not really a bad price in India, I guess. Plus, these women are usually poor, making them MORE desperate.) But the morals in this whole deal! It's sort of like selling your own kid. Okay, so they 'sell' it to the kid's genetic parents but so what? They're still selling a damn kid! I mean... I mean... UGH! Forget what I mean! Oh, GOD! That's it I'm switching channels. Cartoon Network doesn't have stuff that makes me too 'concerned.
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Thursday, October 12, 2006

   La di da! I don't care.
Hey, me here. Guess what? I'm in the Press Conference again. I never even joined! I can't understand why people want me to be a contestant for this Journalism thingy... I mean, there are still a lot of people capable of being a journalist. Take for example, Nina... She's been in the Press Conference as well (that is before she got transfered at my school) and she won in the Nationals! I never got to the Nationals... Only the Regionals really. I've gone to the press conference since grade 6... That's like three years since I'm in Second - year now... I can't even understand why I was included in Grade 6 and 1st year since you'd have to be part of the school paper to be in... I never applied to the damn paper!!! This year, I did because I they were gonna pick me anyways... I was right. They did.

The only consolation to this is that since the Press conference is on the date of the periodical exams I'm exempted. La di da! I still don't care!
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Saturday, October 7, 2006

   Dunno, really...
Hi! Sorry, I've been offline for a while... My life's particularly busy right now... As if! Anyway, September 27 was my birthday AND the death anniversary of my grandpa's sister... May both their souls rest in peace! We SORT OF celebrated both occassions but I thnk my fam was more inclined to wearing black... Even I was wearing BLACK (but then again... I usually do.) Then September 28 was our 'Educational' Tour.So we sort of went around Bohol to these spots that we (FINALLY)haven't gone to. (If I go to the Chocolate Hills one more time I might just roll over and DIE!) We went to this tarsier foundation and to this nature park where we hiked up this trails and went through these caves and stuff. It was SUPER cool! I love hiking, especially if the trail's new to me. Since it was raining the day before and the day before that the trails were sort of slippery and muddy but all the better I say! Alot of my classmates couldn't keep up that made me 'in the lead' and some even fell on there butts in the mud (Not really funny but all too embarrassing.) We ate our lunch there and we had to wait for like two hours 'coz our bus got stuck in the mud. It was fine since I loathed the bus. The bus was air - conditioned and I don't think it was really Ozone - friendly plus I get carsick (or bus sick for that matter.) But miracle of miracles during the whole trip I didn't puke! Not even once! Good thing too 'cause that would have been WAY more embarrassing than having muddy butt cheeks. (Or is it?)

Next stop was this college, CVSCAFT, I think. We were supposed to be there so we could ride on these horses but there was this sort of delay (Something about one of the horses refusing to stand up 'cause it didn't like the food the college fed them. Go figure.)so we had to endure this lecture on banana planting! I found it useless since I lived in the city. Whatever. So when the horses arrived I sort of decided to not ride it 'cause I don't think it's really safe, so I sort of waited in the background while everybody gawked at the horses. I was trying to finish this book but then this college guy came up to me and tried to have a conversation with me. Thought he was just curious about what we were doing here but then he asked about more 'personal' stuff and I realized he was hitting on me! GROSS! I HATE THAT! I didn't make eye contact with him but he still wouldn't go away then his buddy came and joined him as well! Good thing my friend saw me and called me. I was more than happy to oblige! In the end, I got to ride the horse. Let me tell you it is SO hard to balance yourself while the horse was like moving. It was either the horse was crooked or my butt was. I felt myself slide off the horse inch by inch. Good thing the walk was short if it hadn't I would have fallen off before we ever got back! Before we got back to the bus one of my classmates - a boy, thankfully - said his buds saw me with those guys.(I say thankfully because boys don't gossip as much as girls do. Heck, maybe they don't at all!) I told him that if he or any of his friends told anyone, anyone at all I'd break his (or her) fingers. Believe me, I can do that. I didn't take taekwondo classes and not learn a thing or two. That shut him up and hopefully his pals as well. The next stop was this python place. When we got there it was almost 7 pm (Way past my curfew which is 6 by the way.) We had to hurry it up a bit so the administrator had to hurry her little spiel but we didn't leave before this gay dude named Marimar did a number for us. S.H.I.T. (He + She + It, Nifty huh? Made it up myself.) lipsynched 'My heart will go on.' Unfortunately, it made me sick in my stomach (that or those cookies I ate half an hour ago didn't agree with me. I prefer blaming the gay person.) Thankfully, I didn't vomit. (Although, I had a bad tummy ache.) When I got home I couldn't explain to my 'rents why my pants and chucks were so muddy because I was super tired. I collapsed on my warm, comfy bed and fell asleep. I didn't even change clothes but I did remember to take my shoes off. It's a good thing that day was a friday. I'd hate to drag myself early in the morning after some expedition.
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