Rachel helped me wrap my thick and ugly textbooks with acetate because school's starting in 6 days. I really don't want to be a new student. Just thinking of how I'll be new to everything (again) puts a big frown on my face. It's not the whole "Aww shucks, I hate school" thing. It's really the "I can't believe I don't know anyone again" thing. I know things will get better. It's just the way to better that makes me feel bad. I miss Beatty *sniff*

Hey, Pancakes, what did you say about daisies again?

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I try not to resort to The Computer whenever I get bored. It's not nice to say your computer's your best friend, right? Here I am, and the computer blatantly seems like my best friend. I've found a million Grey's Anatomy icons over at Livejournal. Livejournal seems nice with the 'moods' and all. I guess I'll stick to Blogger. (See! All the computer talk)

I'm sure there's nothing to do at home than to play the introduction of How to Save a Life on the piano over and over.

Speaking of the piano, I recently 'reunited' with it. I played some pieces and yes, *smiles proudly* I've still got it.

HAHA, maybe you don't know but I took piano lessons for two years. I only did because I wanted to be like my ate (Sarah). When she started taking the lessons, she took time and effort to make little piano books for me. She sat with me an hour a day teaching me how to read notes, slapping my back if I'd slouch while playing other silly stuff. She taught me :') Ok, so those weren't the real lessons. I took lessons in this school nearby our house for a year and lessons in Singapore by Aijin(?) for another year.

I stopped because I wasn't inspired to play anymore.

So there. My piano story.

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So I didn't go to Baguio. (Sorry Michael let's do something special next time like a movie with popcorn hinthint)

This morning, I suggested we'd go to the beach to make good use of the sun. So we did. And the Lees were there too! It was very windy on the beach. We swam and ate like cough pigs. It was fun and all.

You know those big waves that make you bob up and down in the water? Well, they're not like those waves that really slap you off your feet. So I was sitting just where the waves were rolling in and slap! the wave slapped me and caused me to roll (yes, roll) to the dry sand. That really hurt. I got salty water up my nose!

I got stung by a jellyfish! It's kind of a big deal since it was my first time. The first time's always a big deal, right? Yeah, I got stung on my inner left thigh. It hurt a lot. I'm okay now, if you're wondering. Hahaha

I'm gonna hit the sack. Night.

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I'm trying to type this entry really fast because we're leaving soon. A relative passed away and I don't even know he existed. I'm sorry. We're going to his wake now.

My phone just reset itself. All my contacts are lost. Isn't it ironic. I sold my old phone, got a new one and my worst phone-fear happened. To the new one. My parents guessed it's because of the thunderstorm right now. Y'know, surges of energy, blah blah blah.

I hate thunderstorms.

And voila, an entry typed within a minute.

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I didn't have my camera so the pictures I took in the exhibit weren't so clear :| The exhibit was nice, the food was great. Hotdogs and marshmallows really taste good together. So here are the pictures,


What I made


What I made up-close ._. it's so blurry.


Lance's work and his source


Sarah's work


Me. Haha.

Went to Pancake House for dinner and the whole area's power got cut except for Tropical Hut and Starbucks. So we had a candlelit dinner? Wasn't really great because I got sleepy. You should've seen Jeremy's face when the lights went out. He was terrified! Hahahaha

Everyone's watching Cars now and I passed. I watched that movie a thousand times with Jeremy.

I think I'm going to Baguio with Michael tomorrow. Yes, again.

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I now know why I've been extra emotional lately.

Weeeelllll, today I sold my phone *hiccupy sob* while my legs were aching all over. There were two men sitting near where I was standing and I was in so much pain there was practically a sign on my forehead: IN PAIN. No, there wasn't. But I think I looked like I was really uncomfortable. I was already thinking 'be a man, give up your chair!' when one of them spoke. Oh, gays. I decided to not wait for the person to finish checking my phone and wandered off into my favorite parts of the mall. Didn't get to see my 'favorite parts' anyway. I sat down on a bench and waited.

So after I sold it I went to the supermercado to buy Jeremy's chicken for his party thing tomorrow. I bought myself a pack of chocolate-covered raisins to make myself feel better :3 Maybe it's the chocolate. Or maybe it's the raisins. Or maybe! it was the ride home. I'll just take all.

Tomorrow's the art exhibition and I can't wait to see my work framed :X

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My nose hurts already from the constant sneezing, wiping and blowing. Plus, my cough is getting dry (painful)

I jogged on our treadmill yesterday afternoon and it felt good. I was tired after a while and I figured this was because I hadn't exercised in almost 6 months. So after taking a nice shower, I slumped on the nearest sofa and that, felt good. Well, I missed today's worth of exercise because of this bad cold :|

I wasn't supposed to use the 3-ply Kleenex tissues. I bought the petite box of Kleenex with nice Disney princesses. This makes me feel better.

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Last night, instead of going to bed I snuck into the bathroom in my orange shirt that said 'Cebu, Philippines', closed the toilet bowl's lid, sat down and read For One More Day by Mitch Albom. I think I was crying towards the end. You find out why.

Jeremy broke my phone today. He literally yanked both pieces apart which were connected by a measly screw. I was angry at Jeremy for a while. He's naughty that way, he knows he's not supposed to do things like that yet he does. I felt so bad about all my contacts and pictures I got all teary.
Yes, Patricia cried over her lost contacts and pictures. She also thinks that it isn't something you can't be upset with. Patricia believes that it's okay to cry over it. Hmm, too much third-person talk.

We went to Town Center to have dinner and try to get my phone repaired. I had to leave my phone so now, I do not have my phone. My source of music during long showers. And I can't even wander off in malls because I can't contact any of my parents. Maybe I even can't live without a cellphone. Actually, it's fine to not be able to. This is the 21st century. This is the Philippines. I could give you a hundred reasons why I should have a phone at all times but let's not get to that.

Switching gear, I saw Johann Li at the mall today. He was my classmate in 1st and 3rd grade. Tall and Chinesey. I remembered him.

I had some Banana Mocha drink from Starbucks. Wala lang?

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I feel rather guilty for not taking Memphis to the vet. He had an appointment on the 7th and I didn't take him. I felt that there wasn't a reason to take the responsibility. Every one said that he was my responsibility. Why? I don't know. They don't really know either. It's just that no one ever noticed that the dog needed to be attended to and I was the only one doing that. But I stopped. No one's reprimanded me yet. I shouldn't wait for that... I still feel bad.

I convinced my parents to take the three of us to the movies this evening. We watched Shrek 3. It's really funny maybe even funnier than the other two put together. I like it when we go to the movies as a family. When we were all younger and Jeremy was still little, we would leave him at home with our yayas on Friday nights and watch some movie. Sometimes only our parents would go. But now we get to watch altogether and I really like this.

I don't think Jeremy would want to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean and I really want to watch that... Maybe with my cousins.

I don't have a reason to sleep at this time but I decided I should. Should because I said so? Yeah. I guess so.

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I've been nauseous since that jumbo-sized bag of Cheetos
My tongue's been hurting since the pineapples

:-(

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I think Bernabe won the elections as Mayorrr
I think that Paris Hilton was not the creator of the commonly-used expression 'that's hot'. If she thought of it, obviously other people could as well
I think berry knots are unhealthily delicious
I think glittery chrome nail polish looks cool on short nails
I think the last scene in Spiderman 3 was kisslessly boring

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I had a dream last night. I can't determine if it was good or bad but at one point, I accidentally got burnt in the neck by a lit cigarette. I saw the pain. People often vaguely remember their dreams but I can still remember every detail. The dream kinda started in a wellness center. I tried some facilities and I purposely didn't pay before I left because I didn't have any cash in my bag - true in real life.

Then we were outside a coffee shop. Seattle's Best to be exact. My mom was suddenly there and she asked "Which person looks creepier?" So I looked inside the coffee shop and saw a guy and a girl standing. They were both wearing green aprons and carrying clipboards. I spoke to the guy and found out the girl was his girlfriend (?)

Then I was running. I ran for quite some time then I saw a group of drunk men. One threatened to stab my arm but one of them (thankfully) recognized me. It was my cousin. When I leaned over to greet him his cigarette butt burned my skin. It looked kinda painful. You know, my dreams aren't those viewed from my perspective. I'm like the third person in the scene. I'm invisible but there's another me down there I'm watching.

Maybe I don't remember some parts of the dream. It's not something I want to dream about, anyway. I don't know. Forget about that dream. You know the dream where you're high school naked?

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darn

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Today was the last day of classes. We were told to wear something special like celebrity clothes or whatever and we'd be interviewed - in Spanish, of course. It was fun dressing up and wearing makeup (haha)
I wasn't bothered to wear something extra special so I just wore my every day clothes and called myself a fashion designer :x The whole thing was fun. We got to eat tortillas de patatas and plus juice. Plus juice is nice; it has mango bits.


Me, Janina, Alessa and Karenina. Um, Janina - she moved. Well, all her pictures are like that except for our group picture.



Okay, you see, the girls. I look weird



That's me and Profesora :\

Moving on, did I tell you that my phone dangles? Well, my cellphone is the twist kind and three out of four screws got... unscrewed and now it just dangles.
So it's hard to keep my phone properly without miss calling Abu. Sorry, Abu, you're number one. Okay, you probably took that the wrong way but, never mind :) I'm still sorry though.

We went to Storyland today when I reallllllly wanted to see Nigel Barker. Yes, the Nigel Barker from America's Next Top Model like one of the nicest saddening shows. Nice because of the photos and sad because of the envy. No one wants to feel ugly.
Storyland was fun. I relived my little-girl memories, don't ask.

So yes, today was fun

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I am happy









Ignore the title, lol.

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It rained last night.
It rained today. On a summer day.

I was supposed to be happy during the rain but it totally ruined my shopping experience! Haha, just kidding. I didn't get as excited last night, though. Rain is actually really gloomy. I daresay I prefer sunshine to rain. But not 45 degrees sunshine.

Before class began, I went to the cafeteria to get my uniforms and textbooks. The every day uniform is... Awfully strange. It makes my Beatty skirt look like a micro mini!!!! :-( I like the jogging pants and the lab gown, anyway. I only have three textbooks. Very thick textbooks. I read a couple pages of my Filipino and I realized how POOR my vocabulary is. I can't wait til school starts. I don't even want to wait at all, meaning: I don't want school to start. IT'S LIKE NEXT MONTH! Shucks.

My summer vacation was spent learning Espafreakiñol.
I don't mean for it to sound bad, the lessons are fun. But it's summer vacation for all of youth and I get to say that I learned Spanish during it :-(
So not cool :[

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I watched Spiderman 3!!!!! It was so cool. I'm sure you've seen the trailer. I didn't really like Peter Parker's image when he wore the black suit. Ugh, I can't describe how he looked like 'cause some people haven't watched it.

:-|

I'm beginning to get lazy again! Joder.
If you can guess what that is, I'll give you a kiss.

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I just watched the Tyra Banks show. The topic was 'Children on Racism' and there were two parents who taught their children to hate people of other races or religions. When Tyra asked the daughter why she hated Jews, the daughter said "They are the seeds of Satan... They killed Jesus."

She certainly is a believer. So if she believes, why does she HATE the Jews for killing Jesus? Doesn't she know that Jesus saved us from sin? And although the Jews killed Him, didn't Jesus forgive them all? Saved, right. WAH, I couldn't believe it. And the dad said to Tyra "You're a good woman, you should g o back to Africa and you can govern your land whatever whatever..."

Dude, America isn't your land.

Native Americans look like Pocahontas.

This is life, I guess :-| I did experience racism in Singapore. I was discriminated by people.
How can you say that I am a maid when I am not? How can you judge me when you don't even know one side of me?

All these things make me unhappy :-(


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Whenever Profesora tells us to ask her anything in Español, she always winds up talking about boys. She seems to love telling us about boys! I think it's because Poveda is an all-girls school and most of my classmates are from all-girls schools.

I went to Blue Coral resort with some of my relatives yesterday. When I entered, I first noticed this huge statue of a machete carrying a goat on its shoulders. It was smacked right in the middle of the lobby. Like, who would place a statue of a giant naked man in a resort? It doesn't even relate to BLUE CORALS.

There was a swimming pool. A filter-less swimming pool. The water was kinda... Green. I shall not further describe how it looked like and why we all decided to swim there. (don't be afraid, I'm clean now, I promise :D)

We were told to wait an hour before checking in (how inconsiderate) and so the waiting time eventually led us to having an 'insult-the-resort' conversation.

Then when my Lola came she said "A Korean owns this resort pala," we were like "Oh, no wonder."

Our Korean neighbours aren't nice. They have rude driving habits and didn't slow down even when Jeremy was playing on the street.

After class, I went to Glorietta to have lunch with my mom, my aunt and my grandma. It was bloody eat all you can lunch and there were two floors of food! Guess how excited I was. The first two plates, I was dashing. The third plate, I was eating for the sake of having liberty to eat all I could. When I left the table for my fourth plate, I looked around and decided to just sit down and finish my mango shake.

Hasta luego!

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