Not even close

What a perfect night it would have been if only Nicole and Lorraine demanded to go home too early. Honestly, I'm tired, so I promise I'll write a concise summary about it tomorrow evening after I watched Deathly Hallows at the mall in the evening.

Hamburgers for us

I'm currently blogging here in the internet cafe with Lennart, Luigi, and Ilderim; we invited Phoebe to come over, but he refused. Perhaps he'll regret it later when I tell him I treated them with hamburgers a while ago.

We'll do the part two of the celebration in few hours' time. They will fetch me at Adonis' this twelve, then head immediately to Lennart's after going to Odessa's. Roll on, indeed.

(I forgot to tell you that Father went home yesterday. Very surprising.)

A narrative for tonight's magic

Expectedly, a quite large number of friends showed up in the canteen this morning: it was satisfying as I had to walk from home to the rendezvous due to difficulty in transportation.  Phoebe and Odessa were already there smiling at their phones when I arrived, so I as well told them to send text messages to Emerald, Raymund, Anton, and Lennart. The latter arrived shortly, but what was more surprising is that Emerald managed to bring two classmates with her (It was only upsetting for quite a while because I only sent exclusive invitations to selected friends on Facebook the other night). Sadly, Raymund didn't turn up, neither did he answer any desperate text messages and phone calls I did via Emerald's mobile phone; but Lynn, who I invited personally, covered up his unexpected absence. There wasn't enough incentive to wait for the others, so we didn't and left to my grandmother's house.

After being impressed with Lynn singing using our karaoke, by which point Anton surprisingly arrived, we left to Jessa's house by walking. While halfway to the said destination, Lennart and her had a row; I'm not at liberty to discuss, however, but the only thing I can say is that we instead stopped by Adonis' near Jessa's, and spent time there playing ping-pong  until satisfied. They're relationship went back to normal after pursuing her in her kitchen, and together we ate mango float (After Odessa went home, Luigi suddenly disappeared when the dessert was served, and  mind you, he regretted it later tonight). We then left the place quarter past five.

Much banter went on whilst on our way to Nicole's, such as joking about how full we were after visiting three houses the whole afternoon (I joked about how glutton we were for eating non-stop). We met Ethel along the way and arrived at Nicole's a few minutes before six, and sadly Lynn and I had to part ways. Contrary to expectations, we refused to eat the main meal, but gave up on a cup of fruit salad offered to us by Nicole's mother. Lorraine arrived not too long, but it was surprising to see her in a purple dress. Emerald, Ethel, Kim, and Cielo had to leave shortly. But that didn't stop us from continuing to have fun by playing a deck of cards and spinning a bottle of coke: neither did I lose, but I broke the bottle for being so clumsy.
We would have moved on to Ara's house, but it was getting late.

In conclusion, it was a perfect night. But usually happy moments have to end. We waited for twenty minutes waiting for a taxi to stop by, but most of them appeared to be occupied; so we walked ourselves to our own houses and vowed on Facebook to do the part two tomorrow.

Laziness

Before I start, there is a nostalgic song my grandmother would sing to me when I was a child. Surprisingly, the singer is still alive. Who remembers this?

Whereas, most people are busy preparing for the city fiesta tomorrow, mother busied herself by cleaning the whole house (she finally changed the drapes for months) as I as well poured too much time on Facebook; I wouldn't mind calling me lazy, but hey, I continued reading Order of the Phoenix on the balcony. Back to my mother, what only puzzles me is that she declared herself sick today, but she still managed to do household chores. 

Oh, and I heard Father will be going home by the end of this week, with a huge probability of tomorrow. I assume he'll end up drunk tomorrow evening, though.

I shall end this night now: I have to sleep early to fetch my friends at the old school canteen at thirty past eleven in the morning tomorrow.

A reward

My fountain of literature seemed to have overflowed tonight. To make things short, I've written three poems tonight, and I shall post all of them here on my blog.

"Because I Regret It All"

Just when I thought I'm the one who only knew

Never did I know you've known  my hidden schemes

I didn't warn you "be careful on what you get into"

'Twas so wrong to make you a character of my games

Because I regret it all

Promising to catch you whenever you fall

To be forever right your side

Ironically I simply lost the fight

You said we'd both win at  the battlefield

"Let's keep our swords and shields"

But if that's a metaphor of you and I

Tell me why your eyes had to say goodbye

It's time to put down the mask

It's time to reveal the disguise

It's time to stop being inspired

It's time to see the sign "game over"

"That Night"

It was us and our friends in a campfire
The crackling bonfire and misty air
Your eyes met mine and we stared
Then we felt the urge to wander away

And we ran happily on the shore
Then we intensively kissed in the mist
My friends were calling us but I wasn't so sure
And you tangled me up in your arms

You laid me down to the beach's sand
And you showed me that intimate daze
I was trembling and fervid that April night
That I wanted to float away

And then rain was slowly dropping down
As you knew what was the back of my mind
We then began happily rolling around
You kissed me bliss so many times

Stormy clouds began to cover the stars
And you kissed me for the final time
Said "our friends are there not too far"
Then we went back to the cabin that night

They asked us where we'd been and we laughed
We'd got nothing to figure out but to lie:
"Just getting fresh air on the raft
Underneath the sparkling stars in the sky"

"Hahaha"

we were playing with our toys on the playground on July 8

suddenly two bully boys came and took them all away

i was in rage that i really wanted to punch them down

because i believe they're natural habitat is the ground

but their mommas were there; did not want to see them cry

so i held the tears back and they laughed but i didn't even try

we were both 8 years old and we would always play

the toys bought by my mom and you'd bring the clays

we then played again on the same playground after that day

but im sorry i didnt know those two boy scouts had stayed

they had their peers with them so we had no choice and went away

you took your lunchbox and shared with me your baked cookies

i as well shared the two packs of milk prepared by my mommy

then the two big fat scouts approached us and kicked sand into our eyes

but hey i had had enough of them so i threw them my cubes of ice

we were having fun just like throwing them balls of snow

the other kids on the playground watched them like a comedy show

but anyway fast forward to high school year one or two

maybe that was three 'coz you've already got a tattoo

you fell in love with a scout who's also in love with you

i even blamed your hormones for getting the best of you

but then the other scout came prouder than he grew

i mean who would've known you would fell for it too?

there wasn't much time for me to offer myself self-pity

'coz hello everybody knows there are so many fishes in the sea

girl maybe you just can't conceive the no one could replace me

did you ever think the one you'd play with at school was the one and only?

did you ever think that you're Cinderella story is just a puppet show?

come on, come on, it's just a flop movie's script waiting to be thrown

don't ever come back screaming "hey i now remember you"

what? expect me to hug and kiss you? who are you?

'coz what i'd only say are the words "ha, boo, boo"

'coz you should've known, you should've known

that i will never buy your precious heart with my shiny crown!!!!

Each poem has their own story to tell. The third poem might be different from its peers, but I like it's playful and old school theme so I intended the grammar quite messy. Oh, by the way, never ask me about the sexiness of second poem, although I believe it's yet the best composition I've ever written. My least favourite is the first one because of it's schmaltzy message.

"Stop playin'!"

Last night, I continued reading the book in the bedroom since I couldn't sleep until midnight, by which point I probably fell asleep whilst mother was Facebooking heavily on the computer at such hours. As a consequence, everybody woke up at seven o'clock this morning; sadly, I was terribly afraid to be late at school that I hadn't had enough of my breakfast.

Simply put, this day is quite better compared to yesterday. I did things I hadn't done for a long time (teasing classmates and getting out of school late, to name a few). Mind you, I'm still not under the impression that today would've been a free day, if only we were allowed to pass our drafting plates next week. Bummer. But this day is not bad otherwise compared to those days in summer. What's just bad is that my left hand has started to give me gyp again.

Miss Ann is still the same as she was in our previous meetings since last week. I won't be surprised if this fuss continues until the end of the month, let alone the whole school year. What I am afraid of is the "harmonious relationships" I'm trying to establish is vanishing into thin air. Clearly all of us is to be blamed: no one is exempted and barred, only everybody probably has not reached the age of maturity yet (Hugo still hasn't, by the way). But as the days gone by it seems both parties have no motivation to make things good; I'm not at liberty to elaborate, but I can say dodging Miss Ann as much as possible isn't helping either.

To release this stressful realisation I had this afternoon, I volunteered to join again the school's essay contest since there wasn't one in October.  But I shan't be feigning hopes to win again.

Anyway, back to what I was saying, the point is that nobody's motivated to either talk about it entirely as a class. We're bloody fifteen year-old students and she just turned twenty-four last month, so I'm expecting a great turn out if ever that happens. Honestly I even thought we'd have a sincere class conversation on Monday, but it turned out to be different than I expected. It's really sad for me to see the class divided.

Then Steffi treated me a cup of mango shake at school whilst we were on our way home. She's such a darling.

Sedentary

No classes this day, so I decided to read Order of the Phoenix in the bedroom and fell asleep eventually. Waking up minutes past six, I went to eat, then continued doing my drafting plates until ten o'clock and then checked my Facebook account only to be greeted by three notifications which did not entertain me at all. Anyway, it's time for me to go to bed.

Talk about not-so-productive days.

Parry Hotter

It occurred to me this morning at school after I set foot in my classroom that today was supposed to be a starvation day. If you'd ask why, I'm saving to spend the money by watching Deathly Hallows on Friday with friends. Whereas, like in one of my previous entry, I always overestimate people I invited over Facebook to  join my organised little get-togethers, I'm now expecting only a few friends to show up on Friday. Had I not checked a certain Harry Potter forum on the internet, I wouldn't feel relieved for the ticket prices,  which is ranging not more than two hundred pesos. Frankly, it's no contest.

I've had enough self-indulgence and ego-mourning since last week, hence the change of layout you see on this blog. I'm developing a pathological fascination on anything orange, I'm afraid; but hey, it's better than a gloomy layout. Moreover, as a reward for being so properly behaved today, I bought myself an orange from a random fruits stall at the market as I was about to pop home.

Class day wasn't that bad as I expected. Perhaps the upshot is undoubtedly the fact that Miss Ann surprisingly left comments in my diary (I was even more surprised that she left smileys on desired entries!), if you take account of the news that the relationship between her and us as a class is not at all as good as it started to be in June. But why can't we just get this thing straight, I ask? One bloody week has passed since that day she got "V-E-R-Y" angry at us, to say the least. Not trying to sound a complain aficionado here, but I've never experienced enduring one week just to avoid her cold eyes, for goodness' sake! I as well wonder if she shows those horrifying eyes with the other sections, though. In fact, there were no any improvements or at least differences of the attitude today compared to those of last week.

Just a bag

First of all, I thank God for the beautiful weather! Everything seems different today. For the first time of this month I've never felt very relaxed like this. I guess it was worth the fifteen hours of sleep yesterday. Perhaps what made this day different is that I was able to do what I always wanted to do. I feel emancipated from my parents' control; because dare I say it I hate controlling relationships. I want to be responsible of my own possessions and have the rights to choose my own decision. Maybe Kasmir was right when she said I isolated myself too much from this world that I could see myself caged in a dark corner.

Also, I got a messenger bag for answering an easy question at the symposium on human trafficking in the school  auditorium this morning. It's pretty awesome because I never had a new one after my Nike bag gave up on my heavy belongings the other month (I'll miss the memories we had).