RULES for my boyfriend (if ever): 1. Never keep me away from my God. If you do, you're not worth it. 2. No to premarital sex... 3. Take me baby, or leave me. 4. I refuse to believe I'm lower than you. I am not inferior. 5. Always prove to me that you're worthy of my love, cause I promise you, I deserve yours. *and that was by ereeka mesiona (or at least, i copied it from her planner. hahaha. YAN! MAY RECOGNITION NA PO! :D) Hold your weapons, ready your army, save all you can and brace for the coming attack: the Hell Weeks have arrived. So, yes, the battle is now beginning. Three more weeks of endless lessons, homeworks and tests. Three more weeks of waking up early and sleeping just hours before that. Three more weeks of stress. Three more weeks of sacrifice. Three more weeks of hell school. And then...we're free. I just can't believe it. Freedom is finally in reach. Now that I see summer fast approaching, I'm actually getting impatient. The past few days seem to go by so slowly. Can't time go faster? Right now, I'm about to cry in frustration cause I'm so stressed out (I know, hard to believe since I still find time to update my blog). And I can't imagine what it'll be like next year..with more difficult topics to absorb and with Banaag meetings. I wonder if I'll survive. But whatever. I've never been the future kind of person. I'll think of those problems when I'm there already, thank you very much. Enough has been laid on my shoulders for now. One thing to look forward to is the freshnight, though. Yes, all the FreshCom's hard work will finally pay off. Hopefully our batchmates will support all the sacrifice we've done to make this event happen. If not, oh well, it's their loss not ours. To all those reading now, I really invite you to come to SPECTRUM! MCHS PINK BATCH'S NIGHT OF FUN AND MUSIC. I promise you you'll have no regrets coming to this party. It's defintely going to be better than last year's bash. 100% better. The 175 will be totally worth it. Another thing I'm so dying to experience is the examination. Pfffttt.. Yeah, right. Like hell that's going to happen. What I was going to say was I'm looking forward to the ONE ELEVEN class outing, which I'm organizing together with the other officers. Yup, yup. We have a place set already, just the transportation is the problem. But we'll find a way, we always do. We've got everything set; breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, games, songs, music and everything. I just pray that the parents will help us financially and will allow their daughters to go. If not, I dread it’ll be a little hard to make happen. I’ll even beg on my knees just for their agreement. That’s how bad I want this to push through. Because, shockingly, I am going to miss the class (it’s shocking because just months ago, our bond wasn’t even that close—but now we’re inseparable) and I really want the last opportunity of our bonding to be just fabulous and memorable. Gosh, I think I’m going to cry. Anyway, there’s just so much that can happen if this pursues. Wait, this will pursue. I’ll see to that myself.
In the days when projects seem to suffocate me, I’m actually alright. I mean, yeah I’m getting uglier due to the stress but that can be fixed. (It can be, right?) What amazes me is that my spirit is still able to fight, still positive. Because normally, I’d have gone all whiny and sleepy and surly this will disrupt my study time. But nope. I’m still standing. Maybe it’s American Idol. Uh-huh. Maybe it is. I love the show (even though it isn’t meant for me, a Filipino who didn’t even religiously watch Philippine Idol)! The Pinoy guy got voted out though. ARG! Americans have such bad taste in music…joking. He was so good though and it’s so unfair that the ugly and boring guy still got to stay. That’s just life, I guess. But anyway, LET’S GO BLAKE!! (He’s the blonde beatboxer(?)! Love him.) Tatsulok by Bamboo is my inspiration. That song speaks so loudly about what’s happening. Habang may tatsulok, at sila ang nasatuktok di matatapos itong gulo…While there’s the pyramid, and they’re at the top, this squabble will not end. If you don’t know what that means, wake up dude. You’re a bit slow on current issues. But I like the fact that music is also now influenced by the global happenings and that they’re starting to open people’s eyes. That’s the beauty of music and lyrics. J Btw, if you haven’t heard the song, I recommend you do listen to it. The meaning is nice and, it’s the truth. Today was the last club meeting. Awwww. I know I’m not exactly proud of the name of my club—because, really, it does no justice to our goals and what we’re doing. Plus it adds with it a negative connotation—but I am proud of the people in it. Love you guys. And I can’t believe that I made the impression to Miss that I didn’t like being there, because I did. It’s actually the most fun club I’ve joined. And trust me, that says a lot. All the bad things I’ve said, those we’re all just jokes (and don’t even give me that crap where jokes are half meant—mine aren’t…at least, not all.) But, yeah, I’m going to miss BLC. Really. So, for the last paragraph of my blog, I’ll dedicate it to all that have been part of my first year high school experience. Even just a brief hello helped me. One thing I realized while going through the Banaag auditions (again) is that…nothing can bring me down. They’ve thrown words that are mean to me, but all of those were deflected, just like the Coriolis Effect (science corruption…tsktsk). It’s because of this: I oh so love myself! (Hello Yannah) And that’s all because of the people who are at my side and who show their love as well. I can’t thank you guys enough for all that you’ve done to mold me into a better person. Into a more sensitive, more loving, more considerate being. I hope a simple thanks is enough. Know that when I say this, I mean it a hundred fold. You all mean so much to me…and it’s going to be a really lonely road without you. Hopefully next year, our paths won’t be too far away. In the end, I know we’ll meet again and hopefully, we’ll be able to touch each other’s lives as well. I love you all. Anecdote of the day: I stand near her side, suddenly feeling a strong current of emotions swell through me. I hug her, she hugs me back. Tears dwell in my eyes, and I fight the urge to break down. “What if I give up now, Yannah?” I say, sobbing but trying hard to mask my sadness. I hear her breathing and feel her taking in my pain, just as I absorb hers when she’s in trouble. It takes a moment before she replies. She sighs. “It’s all up to you. If it’s worth giving up, then just do it. If you know you’ll regret it later on, though, think about the consequences first.” I let her words drown from my ears and into my heart. This gets me thinking. I wipe the moisture off my eyes and pull away from our embrace, taking the opportunity to stare into her eyes. I smile weakly. “Yannah, what are we talking about?” Yannah laughs. “Ewan! Ano ba?” I chortle along with her. “Di ko din alam eh!!!” Weirdness. PS:: I'm so addicted to the computer speech thing. I've heard the computer dictate this blog so many times...and i've made it say a lot of wierd things. hahaha. :)) I'm so peculiar. Ciao. Bussi. | 
