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CREDITS:

Kristi De Asis, for the story.
Monique Templonuevo, Kara Aguilar, Roni Robles, and yours truly, for the names.

Once upon a time in a far away town (Magbanua), while I was eating German Halo-halo (Germanelo), I accidentally pushed the Alt key (Altura) of my computer. Then in the corner (Canto) of my eye, I saw angels (Angeles) and... Father Ghost (Pedregosa). And when I blinked my eye, I was suddenly in a temple (Templonuevo), trapped in a hole (Butas) full of rubble (Robles). I was then taken by surprise by a sudden surge of electricity (Morente) that passed through my veins. Thankfully, Hero (Hierro) Aunt (Betita) was there to save me. When I entered another mystical place called Deodorant Camp (Deocampo), I was taken aback by the smell and the faces of the people who were filled with hell anger (Gelangre). Just when I was about to lose hope, Tall and Thin (Tolentino) Alpha Rock (Alparaque) came to my rescue. It used the ass (De Asis) of a shark (Patino), but it wasn't strong enough. He, then, took a hold of my grapes (Evasco) and used it to counteract the smelly spell. I met a brilliant (Brilliantes) seller (Macavinta), who gave me a Scrubhead (Escrupulo) Eagle (Aguilar), but when I held it in my hands, I felt a sudden urge to eat Barquillos (Hosillos), so I decided to let it go with "You are now Gone for Less (Gonsalez)" as my parting message. Then I saw a sailor (Saliendra) with a slingshot (Tirador). He shot my new, free friend with an olive (Our beloved adviser:)) and a ball used in playing Billiards (Biliran). After that sad incident, I had a short talk (Yap) with a stranger, who was then selling extravagant furniture (Fernandez). Out of nowhere, the Emperor approached me, and told me to enter the tower (Torres). I was surprised to know that my backstabber (Ycay) of a brother had conspired with the Emperor, and asked him to order a candid (Canindo) fight with a Chopsuey (Chusuey)-eating tiger (Tigero). He won in a heartbeat. The Emperor awarded him with the collar (Colocar) I've always wanted. I came out of the scanner (Escaner), screaming, and vowed never to come near a computer ever again.

I don`t know who you are.

Who are you, anyway?

If you wouldn`t answer my question, I won`t care.
And if you do, I still wouldn`t care.

WELL, WHATEVER YOU`D DO OR SAY........
ALWAYS REMEMBER......


I DON'T FRIGGIN' CARE ABOUT YOU OR WHAT YOU ARE DOING.


GO TO HELL!
I know you will.

And if you`re reading this, get out.
(I still don`t care)

Smash and Drop

"Manang Carina, badminton ta!"

Aww. Isn`t that cute?
My 5th-grader crush said that. :))

Okay, okay. I'm corrupting minors. HAHA.

I can`t wait for tomorrow.

Tic-toc.

It's 4 o'clock.
My eyes are about to fall on the stupid keyboard.
Did you know that keyboards in internet cafes are dirtier than anything found in the toilet?
I got that from Discovery Channel.

Why I blog more than once a day...

I`m a dormer. Sure, we have computers in the dorm. We`re also allowed to bring our laptops, but the problem is, there is no internet connection. This also explains why I spend 18 hours sitting in front of the laptop at home 'til my eyes get teary and "dark circles" start showing up. I get to use the internet only on weekends.


I`ve got nothing more to talk about. I`m here in Netopia with Arianna. I`m blogging 'cos there's nothing more to do. And I guess we`re staying here for 26 more minutes. UGH. It's 3:46. We're supposed to be back at 2 pm. I am soooo bored right now. I really want to go back to the dorm now, watch Gossip Girl, and eat cup noodles.

HELLO, TIME. PLEASE GO FASTER. I`LL BE RUNNING AFTER YOU.

AUTISM

MY SQUISH PARENTS ARE AUTISTIC.

Is autism a trait found in the gene?
I hope not.
I don`t want to find out that I`m autistic like them.
kidding. :))

ILY SquishParents. :]

Report Card

I can`t believe I wrote a blog about how time flies so fast. I mean, that time, time really did fly so fast. But as for now, time was taking time. You do know what I mean, right? Time`s getting... slower. It`s only January 16. 2 weeks after all the new year fun and I completely forgot about that. Time doesn`t fly fast anymore. But it`s not a surprise.

I`m am soo gonna miss my home, my blog, my multiply, Y!M, aircon, and laptop. It`s quite unbelievable but I`m actually staying in the dorm for 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS! Shitbucket (I got this from The Secret Life of Bees and I think it's cute. :D)! Anyway, speaking of missing stuff, I miss my grandmother. So much. *sobs*. Okay. Back to the topic. The reason why I can't go home on Friday... I mean, I could go home on friday. It`s going back on sunday that`s gonna be hard. Thanks to Dinagyang, I won`t go home. Darrrrn. I don`t friggin know what Dinagyang even is! I know it`s a festival, but what I don`t know is what people do there(No offense, Ilonggos). The roads will be closed. Then the week after that, I won`t go home either! We have to friggin wear short shorts and soak our feet in green, dirty, slimy, lumot-y water. With friggin kois. We have to scoop out friggin water 'til the pond is empty. Taking a long shower after that is the best thing to do. Fourth quarter is so stressing.*Plucks eyelashes 'cos it's Chiruel's theory of anti-stress*.

After having finished second year, I`d have to make one of the biggest decisions ever.
I guess it`s too early to tell all of you.
Hint: the word transfer.

Actually, I won`t tell all of you.
Most wouldn`t care, actually.
So, yeah.

Brown

Okaaay.
Nahuya na ko sa world. :|

Gin hatag2x ko pa abi blog ko sa inyo =))




AAAAAAAAAAAH. It`s not a secret anymore!

MAIA! DAMO NA KABALO SANG BLOG KO. :))

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSS,

LOVE KO ANG ELIZABETH. THAT`S ALL I COULD SAY. :D

SORRY

After all we have said yesterday, I want to add a little more.


Mahpel - I know you never liked our class shirt. I`m sorry for that. The doodle in front wasn`t my idea. And so was the barcode. I just followed what they asked me to do. I have to admit I was hurt because everyone hated me for that. Everyone blamed ME. And about the color, there was no buegreen available. I was the one who went to the store with my dad. We went home late just because of looking for damn stores that sell Judge Tees. I had no choice but to buy the aqua colored ones. Unless PINK is a choice, too. But naah. Nobody'd ever talk to me again if I bought pink. :)) But then again, I`m sorry.

Roni Rose - WEEWEE! Sorry if I exasperate you most of the time. I`m still a kid, you know.

Crystel - Sorry if I keep on backstabbing you because you think you`re smart. You really are. :D Congratulations for getting an O in math. :D

Kara - Sorry for liking your brother. I still like him tho. :D

Belle - I`m sorry I keep singing that ding dong song in front of you and hating you for... no exact reason. I listen to you, too. We`ve been seatmates for 3 quarters already and I guess you`re not as bad as what Zchiara has mentioned [no offense, Sharky].

Kristi - Sorry for not saying sorry yesterday. And I forgive you. I read my diary the night before yesterday and daw gaga gid ko ya! The blog you wrote dated November 10 [but actual date is 9...I think.] and I found a diary entry dated November 10 and may "hypothesis" ko to nga basi hate mo ko kay something that day. And I kept reading so on until may mga sulat na ko to nga mga "proof" and "another proof" and "and another proof" until I came up to a conclusion December 12. =)) Okaaaay. I`ll just share one proof. :D It was the last day of the playfest and you were sitting in front [not with Saint Elizabeth] and Coleen wanted to sit there, too. She asked me to accompany her and we sat in front of you tapos may empty nga chair beside you pero isa lang then you told her to sit there. I was like "No! Coleen! Don`t leave meeeeeee!" And sorry for hating you that time. Kasakit lang daan sang gin ubra mo.

Btw, thanks for the baller, drool braderr.

On the edge

"It will shifted 2 units to the right".
"It will moves downward."

I don`t love math anymore.
I realized how useless math notebooks are.
I don`t even have one!

FLYYYY

Time flies too fast.
TOO FAST.

I have just arrived from Iloilo...
and now, I`m leaving!

NOOOOO. Hell, no!

:|

I have a lot of fish with me. And I don`t know.
And I still don`t know.
And I don`t know what I`m talking about.

OKAAAY. /:)

okay.

AAAAH!!!

Blogs are soooooo addicting.
Okaaaay. Her blog is so addicting. :|
I can`t stop reading it. :|

Even though deep inside it still hurts, I just can`t take my eyes off the damn blog. Yes, everytime I read it, I can feel the pain crawling in my skin but my eyes are pain-tolerant. I don`t want to tell anyone that I still can`t get over it because it`d turn hell into an ice rink.

But still.

Define busy.

I`d be very busy this weekend.
And fourth Quarter. @-) :|

I woke up really late today and missed a lot of things. :|

I need to know how many fish I should bring on sunday.
I need to borrow mom's laptop.
I need the camera.
I need to catch fish from our pond.
I need a new phone. (My phone`s broken. BOO HOO.) :|
I need to know what kind of fish I`m supposed to bring.
I need to say thank you to ____________________.
I need to figure out a way on how to carry these fish (and laptop and all my other junk) on Sunday on the ceres.
I need to spend my remaining load 'cos it's gonna expire tomorrow. :|
I need a math notebook.
I need to pay more attention to little things.
I need to stop now.

Okay. :|

Lift

HELLO. :)
I'm happy.
And usually, I'm not. :(
:))

For the first time in like... 3 months, this has happened.
I AM SO HAPPY.
:D

Although I cried twice earlier. =))
First, we were on our way back to the classroom from the ITCC and I forgot my bag. And the door was already locked. T_T So we had to look for Ms. Pasaporte to borrow the key from her. And we couldn`t find her. And then I cried. Then we found her. =))
Second, after being soooooo happy and enjoying the company of my friends, I completely forgot I was going home. My townmates left me. O_O So I cried. Good thing Hannah went back for me. :D Thank you, Hannah! :D:D

Okaaaay. So there was really no point in crying for the 1st reason. and the 2nd one. O_O
I can be just so stupid sometimes. -_-

BUT I`M STILL HAPPY.

I`m happy we`re friends again. :D

Panic some more

Okaaay. It`s 9:16 p.m. and I still haven`t packed yet. @-)
I have to start packing. :| Seriously. :|
This aint funny anymore. @-)

AAHHHHH. :-O

We scream for ice cream!

All of a sudden, I kinda missed the past. My childhood days. Those days when I get to throw tantrums and get slapmarks on my bottom. I`ve seen this picture so many times already but now, I just realized I want the past back. Those days, I remember. I cherish. I love. It`s far way different from what`s on right now. We used to laugh, play, laugh some more, eat buckets of candy, laugh again. The point is we never really had problems back then. Well, I never had. I was a happy kid. I craved for ice cream and carrot cakes. I had classmates who were b*tches (but I never called them b*tches before, since I knew b*tch was a bad word) I just hate them. I didn`t know how to backstab back then. They too, didn`t know. When we fight, we say sorry the next minute, and everything`s back to normal. Forgiving and forgetting was easy. I`m a teenager now, and everything`s different. We forgive, but why is it so hard to forget? Why is backstabbing considered a hobby? Of course, I backstab people. But this, I have to stop. We have to stop. My friend`s blog was about the golden rule: "Do unto others what you want others to do unto you". She backstabbed me at the bottom part of that blog. To tell you the truth, I have never-ever-ever backstabbed her. NEVER. Reading all those words, I realized that I have to stop backstabbing other people. I realized how painful it was. Maybe the golden rule doesn`t point exaclty 2 people (`cos that`s what I used to think). You backstab this person, but it doesn`t mean that this exact person is going to backstab you. It could be somebody else. All of my problems now are about these things. But if I stop, I guess I`d be bringing the past to the present. Wouldn`t that make life better?

I hope you learned something so you wouldn`t end up like me. :)

PANIC!

Okaaaaay.
I`m already leaving for Iloilo tomorrow. :|
YES, TOMORROW!

I am soooooo not ready.
I haven`t packed yet.
I don`t even know what to bring.
SERIOUSLY. :|

I don`t even know how I`m going there.
Am I riding the bus or is someone bringing me?
I HAVE NO FRIGGIN IDEA.

I`m lost.
Really lost.

My mind`s malfunctioning right now.
If you ask me something, "I don`t know" will probably be the answer. :|
I`m not even sure if I`m excited to go back.
I`m really, really, really lost.
Who am I?
Do I even know what my name is?

OKAAY. Something`s wrong. Really wrong.
What happened yesterday keeps on bugging me.
I just can`t get over it. :|
It`s so.... ugh.
It`s so.

It`s ... I don`t know.
:| :| :|:|

okay. I have to pack my things now. Or not.
I`m too lazy. :|

Start out right

Every time something bad happens, I get this weird feeling. Whenever I exhale, my lungs start to tickle.

The reason why I'm talking about this is that something bad... REALLY BAD... happened to me this morning. If I didn't wake up anymore, everything would've been better.
Actually, when I woke up, everything was fine. I was happy. The sun was shining. I even ate Libby's Vienna Sausage *drools* for breakfast. I was laughing. And smiling for no reason. And laughing. The day started with my normal routine. After doing everything, I turned my best friend on. THE LAPTOP. I checked my friendster and multiply. And Y!M. And I uploaded the pictures and I kept laughing while looking at the pictures. Then......

*THUNDER* I read this blog. :|
It made my heart beat really fast. Really, really fast. As if there will be a badminton tournament tomorrow.
I was holding my tears in.
My fingers started to shiver.
I wasn't able to hold it much longer so I copy-pasted a part of it and IM-ed it to the one who wrote it. My lungs started to tickle again. My chest was really painful already and I even thought I was having a heart attack. I felt my world rip down to shreds. And so, obviously, the tears crawled their way out. She said sorry a lot of times. A LOT of times.

FACT: Whenever people say sorry to me, I feel like crying some more. The word "sorry" frightens me. A LOT. If I look at my past years, I never really said sorry to anyone. I mean, of course I did. But I really found it hard to say "I'm sorry". I just let those moments pass away without saying anything. And this year, I mean.. last year, I found out I was wrong.
Another fact: I can`t stand it when a friend of mine is mad at me, or I`m mad at one friend. To be honest, I`ve said sorry to a lot of people. Even if i didn't do anything wrong. Even if it wasn't my fault. Second year taught me how easy it is to say sorry. Or maybe... I say this too much because of my fear of losing people I love.


My dear friend, I forgive you. You`re right. It was written ages ago, but the date didn't catch my attention when I was reading that. Expect me not to get over it instantly. It still hurts. But I will get over it; that`s for sure. Well, it's a new year and a new life. Let's forget about this and start the year right. I love you, my drool braderr!