Melodrama

There is only one rain cloud in the sky and it's pissing down on me. Somehow, I'm not surprised. What great things do I truly deserve?

Who would care for the unbosoming of a fifteen year-old high school student, who is insecure, emotionally fragile, has a perfectionist father, and a troubled childhood?

Basically, all I want is someone I could happily snuggle up to today.

"Not that one!"

Funny how I can ace my quizzes but cannot even make myself perfectly happy. Apparently my self-esteem has gone to the toilet ever since I started secondary school. Yes, I'm being serious about that. And it seems that there is nothing that could save my sanity when life is too hard to handle. Not funny.

Not her please

Everyone's favourite teacher was not at school today, so we were therefore left with a substitute who wasn't quite pleased with our behaviour. We wished our English teacher should have left us a friendly one (I"m not saying that she's unfriendly at any rate, but it seems our behaviour wasn't her type) that would not be too strict about everything.

Prick, prick

I deemed the day pretty boring. My hopes of getting a productive week-end (don't count yesterday, it was planned) seem to be fading. I guess I hadn't gone to church this month, and it's safe to conclude that I really am a sinner.

Pasta, please

It had become apparent that I was longing for something exciting this week. Wish granted, Mary Lynn informed us at school that there shall be a small get-together for Michael Jackson's death anniversary today. Anyway, the point is my life hadn't had any fun lately, after unfortunate events that had happened the previous days. I strongly believe that is a good omen, perhaps, and I hope this is an indication that the rest of the days will be good to me, of course.

Our affectionately known rendezvous was at the cafeteria in front of our school. I was the second of the lot to arrive, by which point Karrah arrived a few moments later, followed by the rest and Sherry's cousin, who is apparently new to the lot. Seeing as there will be no other else to arrive, we proceeded to go to Mary Lynn's immediately. None of us mourned the people who decided not to join us last-minute.

Whilst at Mary Lynn's, her mother prepared us pasta alla carbonara. We didn't bring anything, of course, but hey, Karrah and I helped putting the dishes in the basin after eating.

We payed tribute—although late, because we sure couldn't make it yesterday evening—to Michael Jackson by playing his songs, meaning also partying (without drinks) with the pasta.

I can't write any further, it seems to me my brain is pretty messed up.

I need a paper

The only thing we had today were just pop quizzes and more quizzes. I somehow aced them, but hey, I felt happy for myself.

I ain't going

Let's face it, the day had been so boring that I can no longer bear to do anything else. I know I keep repeating about this, but it always remains true. On top of boring lot, I learnt that I am a proud dream-initiated lucid dreamer: I can conclude that it's just a dream eventually. On a similarly related topic, I sometimes dream of some weird stuffs—the one I can remember clearly, was that my whole family was eaten by cannibals—and the most surprising gist is that I can even control my dreams. In conclusion, my life is somewhat of anomaly.

Me want some spicy squid balls

Nothing interesting has happened today, barring my discovery of the best squid balls this afternoon.

. . . Probably the bone

Based on recent events, I really do think I'm cursed when it comes to foods. Maxello didn't keep his promise to buy me chips today, owing to the project I helped him finish the other day; and my lunch was—I'm not complaining—a portion of rice and pork (I'm thinking I should remove rice from my diet from now one, as I'm working for the perfect body shape I should have at my school's Turn-Over Ceremony soon). On a similarly food-related topic, the bloody fish bone is still stuck in my throat.

I'm currently at class bringing you the news that nothing interesting has happened today, unless you count the perfect mark I got in the Chemistry pop quiz, owing to my punishment for forgetting to bring the books with me yesterday. Apart from that, I shall start thinking what to write in my article before this teacher sees me.

Ohnoes, not the fish please

Before I start, I'd like to thank Mother for preparing that bony fish in dinner last night. Surprisingly, a bone got stuck in my throat; even more surprisingly, the much-maligned bone is still stuck here in its unfortunate habitat.

Seeing as the day going to be an eventful one, I hurried to school. That turned out to be pointless because I forgot to bring with me my English and Science books. Luckily for me, my school has a payphone that saved the day: I phoned my mother, asked her to bring them to school immediately (I didn't ask her in a bossy way), and all was well after that.

I know it sounds insane, but my classmates elected me as the class' vice mayor. The thing is that I'm not quite sure if I'll get used to this, after I was removed as the chairperson of liturgical activities in my sophomore year. My faults of the past haunt me, but it won't bite if I try to be responsible for the whole school year, will it (I can now hear my past self, king of irresponsible people, scoffing beside me)?

Not a kind of play

There is only one rain cloud in the sky and it's pissing down on me. Somehow, I'm not surprised. What great things do I truly deserve?

Who would care for the unbosoming of a fifteen year-old secondary school student, who is insecure, emotionally fragile, has a perfectionist father, and a troubled childhood?

Basically, all I want is someone I could happy snuggle up to.

Father's day

I ought to greet Father a Happy Father's Day today, even though he's bloody annoying sometimes. Gotta love him.

Unproductive days

Following Unproductive Friday, having the ID picture taking and the Essay Writing Contest postponed, there is no way I can't say today is simply another unproductive day. You see, just a moment ago I was planning to have a shower, but as there's no incentive to proceed, I decided to spend time sitting in front of my computer. This time, I may as well surely have a shower after writing this entry.

I was supposed to have a brainstorming with Paulo, but he just can't seem to be urged. Thank luck. I would write more, but I urge you to close this page immediately.

"What happened to the food?"

For some reasons, the morning was not plagued with laziness possibly because a) I had had enough sleep yesterday, and b) the breakfast was a portion of corned beef and, as usual, rice.

On a vaguely related note, I did not win the school's daily trivia for Wednesday.

The only highlight of the day was that I have proven to Mr. Roel, our Chemistry teacher, that Seaborg has died long, long ago. I felt great after that.

My hidden talent is jinxing things

That last sentence in the previous entry appears to bring a slight chance of making a mess out of things. However, I shan't go into details; I'm afraid I'll jinx things again.

Basically I just want some cuddling tonight, but, as you all know, my parents are far too busy to take a bit of notice at me; sometimes I think their never ending is rather important. Contrary to what you might expect from me, I didn't break down; instead, I natterd with Airelle on Yahoo! Messenger and had a heart-to-heart talk late at night. I quite didn't expect that coming.

"Do you ever feel the same way sometimes?" I asked.

"Yes, I do, and you're not alone," Airelle replied immediately. I'd be lying if I said that didn't tear me up a bit.

With all my honesty, Airelle is possibly the new best friend I could ask for. It's a bit of a shock to me to find out that I'm not the only internally misfit in the world.

I wish I could go back in time and give my twelve year-old self a warm hug. It just so happened that I realised I should have lived my life to the very fullest. When life was, dare I say it, worth living. . . .

Wrong impression always

I may as well take back the unflattering description I gave to our Maths teacher in the previous entry. I love our Maths teacher, Mrs. Laura. She's sarcastic and I like it. I hope it remains like this for the rest of the school year.

I wish I could say the same to Shasha, the girl who the Juniors are making a fuss about. It is her first year at SACS as she is a new student. Unfortunately for her, she haven't got a hearty welcome: according to her Facebook, she was deeply hurt because of her mates' wrong impression of her. On the brighter side, they patched up with her this afternoon so I guess all things are now going smoothly.

That's all I can write today. Honestly I don't have much time at the moment, but this is better than suppressing my feelings from venting it to this blog, albeit there are words that are better left unsaid. As I'm writing this, I'm waiting for my best friend to finish the school's poster making contest.

I can has a haircut

Further proof that I love school: we finally got to meet with our new subject teacher today, and it was a good fun. Like any other old practices, we introduced ourselves—and the teachers as well—in front of the class. It is inevitable that there odd teachers in every school. Take Mrs. Laura, for instance. She should have cared to introduce herself in details, not just through writing her bloody full name on the chalkboard, which I really found it utterly boring even though I slightly love Maths.

Neca said to me earlier that I have an adorable haircut. It is the only acceptable compliment I have received today, unlike the one that says my haircut looks like a twat's pubic hair.

Blooming hairdresser

It's my school's bloody law to have every boy student to have the strictly prescribed haircut every first school day of every month, though rarely on another day, actually. Admittedly, I have always hated this. In fact, I even got into trouble for complaining much about it, but I'd rather not to review those vague memories.

Needless to say, I went to the hairdresser's in the afternoon, only to be disappointed by what he had done to my hair: it could have been better if he listened succinctly to my various directions. When he was done murdering my hair, I went home.

In conclusion, I could cheerfully strangle the hairdresser any day.

"No, you ought to do that"

Surprisingly, I'm not in the mood to play the melodrama card this afternoon. Before you ask, this day is nothing special at any rate. Not only that we weren't able to go to church this morning, but my sleeping disorder has gotten off to a good start again!

Another one

Miraculously, I'm not in the mood to play the melodrama card today. I could, however, say that my feelings are like concocted with joy and ambiguity at the moment, for some vague reasons that I do not know.

I used to love this movie series

Due to waiting for 11 years to see Toy Story 3 I think I've forgotten what happened in the first and second movie. . . .

Do I have to go there alone

With another week doing to end it is bittersweet for me that I cannot hang out with my school friends for three straight days. There will be no classes on Monday for the commemoration of the Philippine Independence Day tomorrow. Throw a serious conversation into the mix, and it's safe to say that I've had a better week.

Yesterday I spent the night at the mall shopping for notebooks and school supplies that I might use for the whole school year, albeit some of them would just end locked up in my cabinet where the sun doesn't shine.

Then today, I was chosen by my class to join the school's Essay Writing Contest. I was reluctant to gladly accept the offer, as I'm afraid to compete with other writers at SACS. But there is one thing I am sure of, I am kind of directionless. . . .

"Mentalmorphosis"

Indeed, undergoing through metamorphosis is not easy—at all! The pain you have to undergo is probably like a butterfly's inside its cocoon. It might bring surprises and change as well, but would my mental metamorphosis bring me something new at the end of the day? I do not know.

Imperfections

I'm feeling extra miserable at the moment, but still I shall tell you what has happened today.

My dear classmates and I finally got to write in our school diary todayand I think we all will enjoy it. I haven't written much last summer except here on my blog, but it's usually too different when you're writing using your pen. It's like more words of wisdom would come out from the deepest depths of your brain and at the end it sure would make your diary entry a very interesting one.

Few moments ago I kept on saying this to myself: "Hey, when you really can't take it anymore and the hurt is too painful for you to hang on, don't forget there's a rope and a tree near you." No, I'm not considering suicide just because these shites in my life are enough, but I'm thinking what could possibly happen when everything would be too much to handle for my soul. Simple, I'm just keeping my mind open to any possibilities that could happen anytime of the century. No, I'm not blaming anyone at the moment either, but if you'd ask me if my mum has done something that had discouraged me tonight, well yes, and I'd tell this straight to her when I'm brave enough: "Instead of discouraging me because of my imperfections and flaws, why can't you just do otherwise to make me slightly feel a bit better about myself?"

Unfortunate events

I'm dedicating this entry to the movie I just liked on Facebook. We watched A Series of Unfortunate Events at school today; needless to say, it was absolutely entertaining and it became one of my top favourites immediately.

More about school, I sort of liked this girl in my class, but when I knew that she is something-I-couldn't-say-here I think it was a major turn-off for me. . . .

Junior High

I'm still going to blame my hormones why I slept late last night. However, not only that, I think my far too much excitement has gone high that I finally slept in peace at three in the morning. Why was I excited? It's my Junior High day! It's my third year studying at SACS and I feel like I'm just getting started. I couldn't believe this is me now, I mean, I used to be that shy fresher at the canteen waiting for somebody to talk to him.

But now things have changed!

Negatively though, sometimes positively.

I rushed to school this morning as I was excited—pretty much!—to see my school friends that I haven't seen for two months; sadly though, we're now sorted to different sections. After coping up with what we missed last summer, we had our daily Morning Praise (I missed this!) and went directly to our respective classrooms. Luckily for me—unlike most of my friends who are slightly complaining with their new classmates—I have the good sorts, let alone my adviser. She's pretty much determined with her job—I'm not comparing—and she encourages us with everything we're going through. I guess it's safe to say that she's of good sort. After all the jazz, I'd arranged to meet Karrah at the canteen every recess time, which she thoroughly agreed; even though the canteen would be flocked by Senior students sometimes.

Now this is the negative thing I always want to talk about. When I went home I was constantly disappointed with what's happening: the front door has been fixed, but I washing the dishes every now and then is practically out of bounds. I don't think I deserve it. No, before you think of course I'm not being lazy! I know this minute (inspired by Ms. Mary) task is a basic for every growing teenagers, I think—oh, I'm tired of this life!

A new one

I asked Dale to upload a photo of the class list, which he kindly did without mumbling.

Forgive him for the awful quality!

New . . . what?

I just got home from school to see my new classmates for this school year. I listed them down and names bolded signifies that they are one of my acquaintances at school.

Boys:
1. Aragon, Anton Celestine
2. Benitez, Royben
3. Bustamente, -----
4. Canete, ------
5. Capaning, Maxello
6. Dumadag, Lawrence
7. Flores, Lennart Arthel
8. Galario, Adonis
9. Garrido, John Lerrie
10. Igot, John Kent
11. Uena, Joshua
12. Menguito, Ginno Rey
13. Mondejar, Cynel
14. Nunez, Luigi
15. Poblete, Paolo (That's me!)
16. Taniajura, Ilderim
17. Tesaluna, Hugo
18. Torres, Vincent
19. Villegas, Rosche
20. Ygot, John Rod


Girls:
1. --------
2. Bardago, Maria Neca
3. Besabella, Chinny
4. Burgos, Kimberly
5. Capa, Nicole
6. ------, Jacinta
7. Dihayco, Jessa
8. Eslet, Maria Odessa
9. Flores, Vivienn
10. Han, Princess Fatima
11. Hecole, Glecyl
12. Igot, Fatima
13. Limalima, -----
14. Lopez, Rose
15. Montehermoso, Giselle
16. Oblan, Ara
17. Ompad, Willy Rose
18. Patalingjug Jenilyn
19. Potot, Ethel
20. Soco, Kimberly Mae
21. Tagala, Aileen
22. Tampus, Nina
23. Ybales, Beverly

(Blimey, I think I missed to list down some people in the list. . . . And also forgive me for missing out some of the first names)

PS: It's sort of weird to have three consecutive English teachers as my advisers!

Hey, hey

I've got nothing to do today, so I watched The Bodyguard, starred by Whitney Houston and that-guy-which-I-honestly-cannot-recognize.

The movie isn't that good unlike it's soundtrack, The Bodyguard: Original Soundtrack Album. As a matter of fact, is the best-selling soundtrack of all time. The standouts of this soundtrack are "I Will Always Love You"—you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't heard that song—"I Have Nothing"—one of the songs amateur singers would sure sing in a contest—"I'm Every Woman" and my favourite, "Run To You".

Something I want to say out loud to everybody

If God tells you to choose another life, don't choose mine: my life is a total shite and it absolutely sucks to be me. Good luck, though. For example, you ought to be perfect in so many ways in order for my parents to appreciate and be proud of you. Plus, there must be no any imperfections. 


That's all for tonight, folks. So if someone is currently lurking on my blog kindly do what I told you.

Oh, oh

We had some delish food tonight, together with the sweet delight of Coca-Cola. Also, my mother and I got the chance to listen to my favourite radio station via my father's digital alarm clock. Quite cool!

Another month gone

Can you believe it's June 1st already? I can't. I remember I created this blog in late March in an internet cafe and I just feel getting started. I've been through a lot of hard times and guess what, I'm still here! I might just give myself some treat tomorrow.

Admittedly I decided not to blog yesterday: there's absolutely nothing interesting to talk about except of the fact that the post has reached more than 5,000 hits. I do not know what should I do, even the owner of account is currently in panic because she said it was not here who posted it but her cousin. But, would that change anything? This shite could have ended easily if she had replaced the photo, but surprisingly she deleted it. That made the situation worse now.Why? When you delete a post on Tumblr it doesn't mean the post becomes extinct; there are copies on every accounts who reblogged that post. Complicated, really.

Anyway, this morning I woke up and rushed directly to the lavatory; blame the stomach malfunction for that. Then we had to go to the beach after, but there was another stomach malfunction so I went home after fifty minutes of staying there, doing nothing but bored. Home alone, I watched two movies for today: Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief in the morning, and WALL-E (Waste Allocation Load Lifter Earth Class) in the afternoon. Although WALL-E has a dragging beginning, it copes up with its definitely meaningful ending. However, unlike Percy Jackson, the casts were robots so there wasn't a lot of conversations in the movie.

Whilst Facebooking I saw photos of the teachers from my Catholic school visiting the Cebu Mormon Temple. I do hope they found it very interesting, let alone the interior. But guess what? This music teacher who was a substitute teacher at my school is now converting!