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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Bored, Hot and Quite ANGRY @ 2:13 PM
SUNDAY MORNING: EXCITED AND NOT BORED WITH LITTLE ANGER
(then again I'm always angry)

It was Pacquiao's fight - everybody was watching. My dad and cousin actually paid P600 ($15 US) each to watch it in a movie house. GOODNESS GRAVY. Anyway, we went to Greenbelt 3, 4 and 5. Walking around the pond - type thing, (Geri wanted to see the koi,) I actually ran into Kaori and Naomi! The twins! It almost seemed that we were close again. (ha-ha) After ogling the stores and buying (looking at) books, we decided to eat at Bubba Gump. I must say, the food was absolutely good. The servings were too big, though. Deciding to watch 10, 000 BC, we went to TriNoMa. The movie was OK. I gotta admit, Steven Strait and Camilla Belle were totally hot. (ha-ha)

SUNDAY NIGHT: OMG.

Do you see that volleyball that A designed on that picture about BADASS? The four of us don't really play together but she put it there becuase I love that [stinking] sport. That was what I was waiting for this summer. The try outs for the volleyball clinic were on Monday and I was utterly psyched to go with Monique since Arianne and Lek were already part of the STC team. I already even picked my shirt AND shorts out to wear the next day. Then [I think] Karma was NOT on my side when my mom said: "Sam, pwede bang hindi ka na pumuntang STC bukas?" (Sam, do you HAVE to go to STC tomorrow?)

I WAS SILENTLY HEARTBROKEN.

I knew it. I KNEW mum and dad would do this: give me high hopes and then beat my hope to a stinking pulp. I knew it. OH MY GOD. OH MY LORD. I couldn't react without being a brat. I've waited for this for sooo long, you know. I just wanted to audition. I just wanted to play a freaking sport. I almost cried again. Good God. I couldn't do anything about it. NOTHING. Not even Roswell could make me feel better. I mean, you gotta understand me. I might seem positively shallow and over dramatic but that was the only thing I really wanted to do. More than shopping. More than watching TV. More than eating. So when the unexpected [not] hit me, I was deeply hurt and disappointed. [sigh]


AND SO MONDAY CAME

Since Monday, I've devoted my time to being surprisingly productive. And by productive I meant to sleep. My routine would be to wake up, watch TV for a few minutes then fall asleep. I would cook myself stuff sometimes, and then I would sleep again. FAB.

TODAY: INCREDIBLY HOT.
Climate change is a total bitch. Yesterday, it was raining and today it is super [kaduper] HOT. As in I might take two baths in an afternoon. That is how hot today is. MY GAWD. [channeling doodlesz]

WORD.
-ASS-

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

For Marcela Agoncillo.. @ 5:14 PM
A poem by -B-
So much fun.
So much laughter.
Will it be ever after?

No more tears.
No more cries.
If only sadness would leave your eyes.

Too many hugs.
Too many kisses.
Will love last in your loving caress?

A little sorrow.
A little pain.
From this anger, what would you gain?

Love, laughter,
Sadness, anger.
They always go together
But never forever.

P.S. It's entitled Never Forever.

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Saturday, March 8, 2008

growing pains @ 8:30 PM
my back hurts terribly from reviewing all day. but something far more painful has happened. i have killed my blog. yes, i'm being dramatic. but, whatever. what really happened was, i was adding something to it to make it better. but i idiotically deleted all of the codes. great. i just don't feel like looking at it right now, so i wrote here. anything goes, right?

in reply to ass's message, thanks. i'm glad you like it. i was going for the gossip girl type of blog. haha. whatever that means.

if you noticed in the affiliates section, everyone has a link except ME. i had to remove the link to my website. it looks too horrid to share to the viewing public.

that's it for now. back to the grind.

-A-

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Friday, March 7, 2008

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow @ 7:31 PM
With a cup of cold milk in one hand and the computer mouse in the other, I sit here in front of my monitor, trying to face the one thing on my mind tonight: everything's going to change. I keep wondering... What's the point of reshuffling? Well yes, we do get to meet new people but then, it's quite difficult to keep the old ones.

Why am I so reluctant to change? Why is it so hard for me to face that fact? I don't really know. It's probably because II-4 has made such a big, deep mark in my heart. (Yes, I sound sappy already..) I believe my class is great, with people of different shapes and sizes but each one beautiful in her own way. I believe we're all talented which is why II-4 is perfect. Perfect, not in the sense of flawlessness, but perfect meaning just right. Some are great in singing, some in dancing, some in acting, some in sports... but you know what? No blog would have enough space to enumerate all our talents (hahaha)! I've been through so much these past 2 years and I was able to survive because you (II-4) people believed in me. When I was down, you cheered me on. I was never confident of my self but you were there to support me. Someone was always there to pat my back when I cried. Someone was there to congratulate me for anything I accomplished. Someone was there to greet me on my birthday. Someone was there to make me smile, jump for joy when I was terribly pissed off. I had friends who truly cared. And for that, thank you so much! You've made my existence worthwhile.

This letter/post might not mean much and I might be a lunatic but I assure you that I mean everything I am typing. I'd like to apologize to all of you for being a bossy, arrogant, insulting, self-centered, insensitive, selfish, moody, pessimistic, impatient and useless classmate. I just hope that you won't remember me as the geekiest geek of all the geeks in the geeky universe. I hope you'll remember me as the girl (who says shemay, heaven's sake, darn it) and who's accomplished something because you believed in her.

Now that I think of it, isn't reshuffling the reason why we met one another? Well moving on, thank you guys for everything. I love you all dudes, seriously.

 -B-

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Thursday, March 6, 2008

Description of an Ampalaya-filled Banana @ 7:04 PM
6 March 2008, Thursday is the day
7:07 pm
I know that I should really be studying right now but I wanted to start this as soon as I remembered to do it.

It's been almost two years that we've been together and I regret to say that our time has almost run out. We have three days left to be together. After that last day, the process of our separation would start and that would mean that we would 'get to meet new people.'

Now I just sound like a lover.

Moving on to my description. The last two years I've spent with these people were two of the best years I had ever experienced. I like to believe that I had found my true friends from that group.

Mind you, the people who I am friends with are all quite different from each other. There are those who I spent most of my days with, the people who I am most recognized with and who I am identified with. Our friendship though, is not based from what we have in common like the sports we play, the humor we have or the food we eat everyday but on the time we've spent learning from each other through the up-sies and the down-sies of our adolescent lives. There are also the people who I would have never expected to be friends with - I never really knew them before. They had great influences on who I am, my way of speech, my spontaneous statements, the stuff I watch, the things I do and so much more. There are also those who seem totally different from me and yet deep inside I am quite like them. I may not act like they do nor appear as they appear but we have the same kind of hearts. The same kind of mistakes and the same kind of learnings. And sometimes, though I may appear to be a tough cookie, I have this hidden attitude like theirs (which I have yet to reveal to the people around me.) There are those who I disliked from the beginning but accepted in the end - the people who were outcast by MY friends. Those who were misunderstood a lot and who were not really known. I actually know how they have felt. People might not believe me - for I look too happy at times - that even though I belong to a big, big clique, I often feel alone and like I was my only friend (...don't get me wrong, I love you.) There were people who supported me and have shown me happiness and appreciation in the little things in life. I wouldn't have really appreciated people who had the same principles if it weren't for them. There were - as I regret to tell - a few who I failed to get to know. If you feel like I'm ultimately describing you, I am truly and sincerely sorry. Lastly, there are the people whom I've felt at home with. They are the ones who have made me laugh every time we spoke and the people who I confided the deepest of my thoughts and secrets - the three people I would have been friends with if I hadn't been seated with one of my best friends now. They are the ones who I write with today and the whole reason I write with so much passion. There are times that I don't seem to appreciate them much as I appreciate my other friends, but somehow I am still accepted by the three. They have pushed me to work harder and to be better (and talk about, music, movies, t.v., and clothes) and to appreciate my family better.

All the people that I have met and have been with for the past two short years of my life have already shaped me into the person who I am now and who I will be in the future. They have molded me and touched my soul and giggled with me like Catholic school girls and cried with me when I made mistakes and taught me how to move on and to be myself and to be the best person I could be. My heart aches as I write this and face the reality of having new people to be with in the future. I shall never forget them and I hope form the bottom of my heart that they won't forget me or do remember me only when they needed lab gowns for school.

-ASS-
P.S.
to T./N.Y.V and AKI, if you are worrying, don't. I love you all with all my heart.

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