Every once in a while, a girl gets carried to the clinic in a stretcher. Every once in a while, I'll wonder how it feels to be that girl. Every once in a while, I wouldwish I was that girl. Every once in a while, I would wonder what one must do to experience fainting and eventually be shipped away in a stretcher.

Well, you know what they say: Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true.

Who exactly are they? Who exactly are being referred to when they (haha) say that THEY said this, they said that. Cliche's are always quoted after "They". Shall we name our kid They? I actually do have a busmate named Dey, but that's besides the point. If THEY say this, it doesn't mean that DEY said it, it means THEY said it, THEY are the majority, or probably the unlabeled geniuses of past and present? Then maybe, if the MAJORITY say it, then the majority are unlabeled geniuses? Then almost ALL of us are geniuses then? Not quite. The geniuses are the ORIGINAL, uh, sayer (!) of the quote. Well, THEY who said "Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true." are the REAL geniuses.

I wished for a stretcher, I got it. I'd have loved to prove the theory correct, if only the proof didn't hurt that much. I mean, THEY could have proved that THEY were right if they gave me the boy of my dreams (who I don't know the characteristics, mind you, for I don't have a type...anymore), or give me my own Nikon D80, or made me finish my new painting already, or, or, or anything but getting in a stretcher because of a sprained ankle!!!

Yes, I sprained my ankle, and as Trisha Lopez, my wonderful ballpen goddess of a seatmate, called it, it was mainly due to morning katangahan. No, not MAINLY, it was ALL because of morning katangahan. Let me tell you how it began, from the moment I set my (uninjured) foot inside the bus...

Tep was not there. I thought she was absent, and I believed so until later. Apparently I was wrong, but I didn't know that yet. Every morning, when we get to school, we stay by the red bench at the Grade 4 cluster. We wait for Nela and Alyssa, well, Nela mainly. Hahaha! I'm kidding, `La, you late bird. So anyway, I was sitting there like I do everyday. I was waiting for them like I do everyday. And I fell asleep...like I do everyday. But unlike everyday, Alyssa was not the one to eventually wake me up when Nela arrives. In fact, Alyssa, Nela and Tep weren't there! My lovely section 2 friends were at the morning mass! I can imagine how I looked like: a big girl sitting on the bench, with her head rested on the bench as well and her legs crossed. What a sight, eh? The next thing I knew a girl with long hair was waking me up, "Sweetheart, wake up, you're late for class." First thought: "Ha? Si Alyssa, sweetheart tawag sa`kin? Tae mo. Haha!", but then I saw the pretty long and straight and really fixed and brown hair, and I saw her made up face. Uh-oh. A teacher! It was Ms. Sharon waking me up. I saw the Gr. 4 girls lining up already for their morning talk, woah? I stood up abrubtly and walked to my bag. Unfortunately, in my haste, I didn't feel that my left leg was numb. Well, hell, how am I to feel it if it's numb? But the point is, I didn't KNOW it was numb. I took a step with my right leg, and as normal circumstances call, I followed it with my left. The stupid left foot didn't feel the floor when it landed and it just continued down...down. It didn't fall flatly, mind you, it was bent inwards. And, my leg being numb, I had no idea my left knee buckled already and so I fell on my fucked up ass. And my ass fell on my bent ankle! And all of a sudden, the numbness was (almost) gone and I felt the pain. Geez, wonderful timing to bring back the nerves much? I stood up, and well, I stayed standing up. It hurt so badly and it was partially numb still. The manongs were all around me and asked me what was up, it was humiliating. And I was alone. More humiliating.

And well, ako naman `tong martyr, nilakad ko pa hanggang HS building. Morning katangahan nga. I even carried my stupid stroller bag up the 2 flights of stairs, and I sat on the floor with a swollen ankle. I felt brave...I tried sitting indian style, and well, bravery wasn't much needed then. The pain was infuriating, I almost (ALMOST!) let out a yelp during the morning talk.

Martyr pa din, I had Chem, until I couldn't take it anymore...so Ms. Marah had a stretcher fetch me from the HS building. When I got to the clinic, they placed a hot compress on my foot, and I had nothing to do. I wanted to READ, but I couldn't because I wasn't smart enough to sneak a book inside my sweater. I fell asleep. And so, sleeping is NOW my friend for it saved me from boredom, when it was my enemy just an hour before. Next, they placed an ice bag on it. The chill was LITERALLY biting my skin that it woke me up. But I fell asleep again. Heh. They woke me up at around 12:30 to tell me that my Mom was on her way. She was picking me up and I wasn't going to return to the classroom. Huh? For a sprain? Apparently. (;

I read a book when I got home, and I slept, and I watched the Ateneo-La Salle game on TV. ONE BIG FRIED FIGHT EAGLES! Heh. One more win on Sunday! And now, I must go to bed. Shall I go to school tomorrow? The nurse said I must NOT. But I wanted to! I want to take the stupid Geom test already! I've missed Algeb and I don't want another test to miss. I will also miss debate? But why am I not preparign for it? Maybe, just maybe, I'm looking forward to not going to school? Oh, my. I must prepare now. IP progress report.

The plus side in all of these? I got to feel how it feels to be in a stretcher, albeit it was utterly humiliating (the kids were oogling at me, I had to put the blanket on my face).

And lastly, despite my use-umbrellas-as-crutches-because-I-didn't-accept-the-crutches-from-the-clinic phase, I'm managing because I have APPLE STRUDELS! Yum! I've eaten my fifth apple strudel 5 minutes ago, not healthy for my weight. (;

I wrote in English class, and I, not once, did recite, not did I take down note. I was in a panic mode, I needed to write. I wrote about English class, I listened not to English class. It's a free verse. No meter, just rhyme. A work that's pressed by time. Tis a work to express and not impress. Forgive the weakling, for sense was excluded from my existence

When you lived your life as a girl of height, you're not used to seeing people taller than you. When you go to malls and see people about your height, or even taller, you tend to stare and be awed. When you see people taller than you, you feel small. And, mind you, feeling small is a very rare feeling when you're a girl of 5'7.5". If you are, let's presume, a boy, that height is pretty average. For a girl though...HAHA. Tore ka na. Given that, you could already guess pretty much how I felt when I was surrounded by tall girls. And not just tall girls--I'm a tall girl, they're not tall. They're really tall. When? About 4 hours ago. Yes, about four hours ago. We played a game, a tune-up game with Faith!

I have never seen so many White people all clumped together here in the Philippines. Well, I've never been to an IS school, period. So imagine my, uh, jitters when I saw all these vertically long girls running around their gym. My, my? And I thought I was tall. Yes, that exactly. It's pretty much like being in an American movie, seeing all these whites together. I'm still NOT used to it! They're tall and they're fast and they're good. Wonderful. The score was around 54-38, 16-point difference? Well, hell. But! Ms. Nen said that we did pretty well defending, all we REALLY, REALLY have to do is RUN! RUN! RUN! I need to learn how to run. I wish the AA Sports Complex will be done soon, I want a wooden court. I want a REAL gym. The multi is so...multi-purpose! A real sports complex might be nice. Back to the game, I played 5. I didn't score :-( This is REALLY the first time I've experienced having arms all over my face, that's usually me, the supposedly tall person, who does that. But since they were WAY tall and vertically long, they did THAT to me! Freaky. When I had the ball, and I was going to shoot it, all I could see were arms all over the place! Arms, arms, arms! Correction, LONG, WHITE, ARMS. God, I'm such a racist? But it's just so cool. It's like being in the States or something, but then that would've felt better. When I see white people with black and all the other races together, it's normal. The country's the melting pot of the whole frigging land mass...and seeing them there is pretty average. But here? In the Philippines? All clumped together? It's a huge...well. Haha.

I can't finish the post. I have to go. Bye. No ICON.

Oh my f***ing god, it hurts like hell (!!!). It's been months since I actually needed that telltale Ponstan that's been kept in that (only) zipped part of my lovely pink luggage school bag. And it's been ages since I missed a meal. (Proper diet, proper diet!) It's been ages since I slept in until 12 noon. It's been ages since my braces made me wish I didn't have them. (I usually don't think of them being there anymore, they're part of my mouth already.) It's been ages since something like today happened. I woke up at around past 4 in the morning because my stupid cell phone had the recurrent alarm turned on. Why did I not turn it off for weekends? I guessed that I'd be sleeping until late, late, late because it's the first time in months that I had a free day, or free Sunday. You know what, I actually believe that weekends are only Sundays, because I do take Saturday classes (painting!), and then I'll have to go to wherever my siblings take their Saturday classes (Ice Skating and OT, and in a few weeks, soccer). Yeah, Sundays are my only free hours. Anyway, I sent good luck with ACET messages then slept again...and on and on again...and on and on again...and dreamt of so much. I dreamt the there was some natural calamity that happened in AA, and that we were part of the good-guys group. The bad guys were at the Grade 6 & 7 building, and one of them was Chick. We went to the building to "rescue" the victims, and our protection was our deep red gowns. Chick, my cousin, couldn't touch us because we were wearing the red gowns that we used for her wedding, and uh, sentimental value? I also dreamt that after that little calamity, peace returned and the storms were gone, and we were having our HS assembly at the penthouse. I dreamt that one of my teammates (can't remember who) lost both hands, that's because of the microwave. She went downstairs to look for somthing to eat when the radioactive rays from the microwave did something to her hands. The next morning, she woke up with black hands (Dumbledore, eh?), and she went to school without hands. Eek? :-s Izkurry. Whatever, I also dreamed the there was a stage at the Peace Garden, and people were gathered there. Some lottery or raffle of sorts was taking place, and my old crush-slash-friend was the emcee. Yay, cool. There were other scenes, such as poor kids lining up at the AA gate, and somebody having the same stroller bag as I do--except the color is lavander, and I mistaked it for my own, etc., but I can't remember what went on, really.

Now, back to my (sad) reality. I woke up at 12 with an aching back and aching teeth. (Braces!!!) I wanted to take in Ponstan already, but Mom said I had to eat. I "ate" Swiss Miss, and I looked for my (dear) Ponstan, but the (screw-up) capsules just weren't there anymore! I only have one pocket inside my bag (I think it's for those personal things when you travel) and all I saw were green and pink threads (they're Nela's, I used it to make bracelets, but I haven't returned them yet), a folded piece of a 1/4 sheet (with drawings/sketches of my soon-to-be prom dress), a nail cutter (in the shape of a pig), and some random ballpen that doesn't have ink anymore. Now where is that Ponstan when I needed it? Lost, probably frolicking in the midst of books and notebooks. I simply did not have the heart to actually take out (all) my books and look for that fateful little pill. I'm hurting. And I can stand it (Ha, sinong niloko ko? Takte, ang sakit.)

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Yesterday, I didn't paint because we were pressed for time. I had to have my third ound of injections for cervical cancer immunity. (O Impe, hindi pala HIV. HAHA. Sorry, cervical cancer.) And my siblings needed to have their respective injections too. I also had my back checked for scoliosis (NEGATIVE!!!), but I'll have to continue using my stroller because if I use a backpack, I might develop it. You are the music in me...nananana (Sorry, narinig ko lang.) Moving on, I then went to Galle.

Am I allowed to say why I was at Galle? Well, compromise. I was supposedly going to trick GIRL into going to Galle, where BOY is waiting to surprise her, to make up for things he did or did not do. (Is this right?) But, GIRL didn't really want to go, I told GIRL I was there already. So GIRL pulled SISTER with her, and they went to GALLE where BOY was waiting. SISTER asked me where I was, because SISTER didn't want to be a third wheel. Whoops, but I was at Med City! My, my. What a mess. I told BOY that SISTER was with them, so BOY told me I simply had to go to Galle too. It's a beautiful thing that my own sister, Arianne, happened to want to go to Bestsellers! Ha! So I went to Galle. I met with GIRL and SISTER, and I pulled SISTER with me and I bought Pilates bands. BOY and GIRL frolicked in the green, green grass, under the rays of the sparkling sunshine walked around the mall and ate at KFC. SISTER and I stayed at Ice Monster, catching up with each other. SISTER handed over a green paperbag (Haha, okay, giveaway na to for their identities) and a piece of folded yellow paper with white sheets inside. (THANK YOU!!!) And my Mom said we had to go home (or to the dentist rather), and so I brought SISTER to GIRL, and said my darlings good-bye.

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Then I went to the dentist, slept at the clinic, and had the time of my life. New wires, new rubbers, perfect braces after weeks of mistreated braces (I kept on eating hard food!) And then my (sad) reality happened, teeth hurt, stomach churning, back aching. Time of my life, my ass!!!. Rubber bands are the worst things that could ever graze the fields of my mouth! What's the best? (Eww.)

I'd read Macbeth already. I simply have to. Whatever happened to the ACET-takers? How are you faring? Well I...I wanna have mine! I. Want. College. NOW. (:

I've been thinking of several things, I've been writing, I've been doing homework, I've been tired. I can't really post something worth reading mainly because my thoughts are all jumbled and I can't remember what I was thinking the past days. I'm probably wasted, well, fine, and hyper. I've been eating too much chocolates, I've been playing basketball (which I have to seriously learn how to!), I've been eating nothing but things with cheese or potato in it (Ehem, ham&egg sandwich and lasagna), I've been a wee bit boring. Who am I kidding? I am boring. One positive thing is, I'm having a really, really good relationship with my parents. Give and take, compromise, loving them is so nice. I don't sneak out, I'm not planning to. I was actually tempted, but I resisted! Congratulate me.

I have a new best friend aside from Alyssa, Tep and Pam. You know who? Molten GG6. No idea who? Me neither, or at least I used to not. Now, it's in my hands. It's something I have to grope and be familiar with. Okay, it's the womens' basketball...ball. It's wonderful, and I have to get to know her (her yan!) by heart, memorize every line, every curve...yikes, emo. That's it.

I've been writing a story. As of now, I'm not even done with the girl's character map. She's into a lot of things that I am, just so I can write better. Probably instead of blogging, I'll put my thoughts in her perspective and finish that story. You think? Well, hell. I'll blog about my life, and I'll put my random thoughts and insights in the story. Love Ain't My Mathematics is the title, no plot yet. Any ideas? Anyway, I have to go and bond with AA's Molten GG6. Sorry the blog's short and unsubstancial.

The BEST patintero team ever--BLACK TEAM! >:)

This, loves, is the Assumption Forensics Society (minus Ayesa, Kyla, Tin and Karyza)

(L to R: Bee, Idonna, Angela, Krystella, Issa, Veronica, Khisby, Maxinne, Divine, Vivien, Cara, Sir, Rica, Regine)