Our class's Christmas party took place in the so-called 'catwalk' outside our classroom. It was a party full of food and laughter and craziness. I did an impromptu invocation at the request of my teacher. (She asked me immediately after I arrived at the party.)
Thankfully, I wasn't selected to play in one of the games, even though my friends almost begged me to do so. Sorry girls - but due to an injury I got at a third-grade Christmas party relay game - I have decided not to join in any other parlor games, except if they involve eating. (I'm not chubby without a reason.)
January came and went, and it was a fuss-free January, as expected of our school. Then February took its place, the month of hearts - the month of chocolate. (An big smile forms on my face.) But, even though I gave all - and I do mean ALL - of my classmates giri-choco (obligatory chocolate) on Valentine's I got none in return. But I did get some gifts from my girl buddies - and a cake from Dad. (It was delicious, that cake.)
Our teacher's birthday was also on the fourteenth. My classmates prepared a small program that took the place of our lesson, making us laugh. Our teacher, obviously touched, gave us all perfect scores on what could've been a thirty-point seatwork. We all dug into the cake, and everyone had a huge icing fight. (I was spared, thankfully.)
But February was also always a mess, especially if you're an honor student. We had our early final exams and our early requirement-passing dates and our early test-checkings and recitations (the horror!). But of course, the campus knows that anyone who's rushing to and fro by that time of year is an honor - the students who aren't in the honors, however, do absolutely nothing as the teachers frantically rush around to meet their own deadline for grades.
March came - my birth month. And as usual, it was breezy. I was first again. Yes!!! (Not that I'm bragging or anything.) So we had an number of practices to attend in order to make the recognition and graduation ceremonies perfect.
I had my stage debut with another invocation at the recognition ceremony, which also happened to be my birthday. Interesting, ne? We went to celebrate afterwards and I got to have the colored pencils I always wanted. (But Best Buy, please sell your Sketch Pad again. 50 large pages at the price of fifty pesos? I swear, that if I see that again I will buy five of them, and an extra, just in case.)
I saw how the high school valedictorian did her speech. Did you know that you could speak to your parents and one of the administrators ON STAGE? I'd be valedictorian to take that job - if they let me do my own, unscripted job, that is.
Now onto the new stuff:
That's my uber-cutie finger puppet, a rabbit "Pachuppa". She makes cute kissing noises (sometimes even gasping for breath in the process), says nonsense when I shake her, and tons more of cute stuff that I don't know.
I also have a collection of animal keychains called 'Twibbles'. I completed the whole set, honest! I'll post up some pictures soon... With the price lowered from 500 pesos to 50, who could resist?
And... I have a new phone. Which is exactly why I'm on-line today, so I should go now. See ya!
poemYour "mixed signals" are confusing me
Is it true you held me important to you, or do you want me to leave?
So I suppose this is farewell
I never thought it'll end this way, now that's swell...
I wonder how it began
And also how you could ever have
The power to change my feelings in your hands
Is this what they call "ai"? (I suppose no)
But whatever this feeling really is
I'll have to keep away, under lock and key
Because you are the reason behind all this
And I don't know what kind of person I'd wanna be... in your eyes...
Farewell, atashi no suki na hito, but this feeling'll never die
I know I've been too harsh on you, but please understand
Our feelings were mutual after all, how baka were you not to realize?
But I also know I can never forget about the way you once mde me feel...
Sayonara for now... and suki desu
~~~
ALright, I know that's not good, but I made this all by myself and I do not wanbt ANYONE to steal it! Alright?
Pyuu~! Now, here I am, the kawaii little otaku, who will say ja ne to the Net, anime and vacations! Time really flies, desu ne? It was just like yeasterday when I strode into my first day of high school~ had my first high school quarterly exam~ had my first high school field trip~ my first high school vacation~ And the day after tomorrow will be my first high school third quarter! *Sigh.*
Now, here I go again with my rants, gushes, and usual fangirlish behavior. *grin* Anyway, let me blow off steam at this thing I saw at Wikipedia...
"Not everyone was a fan of the original stories. Dorothy Parker in particular was critical of what she considered A.A.Milne's 'dumbing down of English for children', a criticism she had for many other children's book authors as well. In her pseudonym as Constant Reader in the New Yorker magazine she made one of her most famous barbs when she, while reviewing one of the stories, wrote, 'and it is precisely at that word, 'hummy' that Tonstant Weader fwowed up.'"
Now I did research. She was a lovely person, it seems to be - I use was very carefully here, since she has long passed on. She was kind of sarcastic, which is probably why she may be misunderstood. But, sorry to say, I am an otaku, and otakus do not repress what they want to say. So I am saying this in a very polite tone - I have wanted to say urusai but, after knowing who she was, I have figured it is too harsh.
Leave the bear alone.
Sure, the story's full of grammar mistakes and all, but the bear's so lovable I'm admitting to have spent the last twelve years of my life liking him.
"An episode of the British SciFi/Comedy Red Dwarf saw several of history's most famous figures reincarnated as robots made of wax. Two vast opposing armies are formed, with history's most celebrated figures on the good side, and the most reviled on the bad. The bad side happens to take one of the good side prisoner; none other than Winnie the Pooh. Although we don't actually see it (the character 'Lister' views from a window), the honey loving bear is led out and tied to a stake (and refuses the blindfold), before being shot by a firing squad. Lister is left in shock, stating 'That is something no one should ever have to see!' "
Now this time I am NOT holding myself back, so I will apologize in advance to the guys over there at "Red Dwarf". *bows*
WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO?!?!? DON'T SHOOT THE BEAR! OF ALL OF THE CREATURES YOU HAD TO TAKE A WELL-LOVED CHILDREN'S CHARACTER?!?!? AND THEN TIE HIM TO A STAKE AND KILL HIM?!?!? I SHOULDN'T GET WORKED UP 'COZ IT'S JUST A SHOW BUT WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!? WHAT DID THE BEAR DO, HUH? DID HE STEAL HONEY FROM THE BAD GUYS? AND IF HE DID, WHY KILL HIM?!? I KNOW IT'S JUST A SHOW, BUT I AM FUMING WITH ANGER!
Again, I ask for fogiveness. *bows* But since all people have a right to their own opinions, then there was mine. After all, life wouln't be fun if everyone thought the same, desu? I know not all people love yellow bears stuffed with fluff, but I do, and I have an obnoxiously big temper, and thus I say all these stuff.
Anyway, on a completely different note, my aunts have bought me a Cardcaptor Sakura: Master Of The Clow manga and the book Winnie-the-Pooh. I am ridiculously overjoyed. Sorry for bein' grumpy the other day, 'k?
The title says it all.
Now, I know my home country produces good singers and boxers and doctors and writers and mountain climbers and the like, but in every basket of good apples there is always a rotten one. Think of the world as a huge basket of apples, different varieties of them. Red, green, pinkish - maybe even orange! But every which way you look, there are the rotten ones. Don't believe me? Then I should go on.
I am writing (err... typing) this at the wake of the Glorietta 2 bombing. It's not just craziness, but madness. Good thing the crazy guy did it on a Friday or else more kids and teens would've been around. I know some of you all who go there hate going to school and wanna cut class instead to go there. But if you did it, lucky you. Listen to me when I say this - school saved us.
I found out about what happened when my craving for balut took over me. My dad was listening to the news; I thought he had only stopped the tape so I could hear my fave song when I came in (like I told him to). So then I asked him.
"Dad, aren't you gonna let me have some balut tomorrow, at Glorietta, you know?" Take note that I did not know anything about the bomb blast. I had been at school the whole day, and no one at school listened to news on the radio. At least, nobody I knew.
"No. A bomb just went off somewhere there, just last 1:30." He then turned up the volume to let me listen to the news. He then popped in the tape. Marron 5's "Nothing Lasts Forever" was playing. I love that song.
"You know, Trish... Me and your mom, we almost went there, you know? Good thing we didn't."
I can't explain it but suddenly tearsprang to my eyes. Maybe it was the contact leases or something. But I told him...
"Dad, if you and Mom got stuck in that mess, I swear, even if you get out of that place with just a little scratch somewhere on your body, I swear I will hunt that guy down. NO, I'm not kidding. I'm just a little girl but the crazy guy who thought this up almost cost you your life, if that happened to you. If - and I'm wishing it's just an if - that ever happens, you don't know what I will do to hurt that guy the same way he wants to hurt other people."
That was not a cheap quote to attract publicity. Luckily, no one I cared about was hurt. But I am just a tiny dot in the whole picture which is the Philippines. Someone out there has a friend, a lover, a child, a parent, whose out there, dead or hurt. Just because of a crazy guy. If that crazy guy dies someone will miss him, even if he thinks no one will. What about the ones he killed or hurt? Won't someone miss them as well? Is he stupid enough to think about that?
Good thing he didn't blow the place up in a time where there are many families, many kids, or else I will really become a lawyer to kick his crazy butt.
alice academyI watched Alice Academy's genie RPG ep on ABS-CBN this morning and began using my bed as a trampoline. "Kaya ko lang pinili yung lampara ni Mikan ay dahil nakita ko siya sa mata mo, Natsume." (Tagalog: The reason why I chose Mikan's lamp was because I saw her in your eyes, Natsume.)
When I heard Kokoroyomi's words my plushies looked like they were staring at me. After all, I was happy as can be, still jumping on the bed. Someone give me my anti-hyper pills. Now. Before I blow up and take the world with me.
