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Yogurt
Friday, March 09, 2007

I rummaged through the little refrigerator under the water dispenser, in search for something--anything--to fill my then-empty stomach. I found one last glorious cup of Nesvita 0% Mango yogurt. Yum. God must love me, he gave me MANGO. I ripped the cover (What is it called anyway? Whatever. Who Cares?)

Hit REWIND.

Hold on a minute, NESVITA? I never knew there was a Nesvita yogurt. I mean, I know of Nestle if my life depended on it, but I never knew about Nesvita. It didn't taste good. It didn't even motivate me to finish half the cup, so I left it beside the TV (which is playing PBA, btw. Oo na, weird sorry, gusto ko eh >:D) thinking --wishing-- I would get my senses back and finish it later. Somehow, hindi ko nagawa. Bakit? Coz when the point came that I actually wanted to eat the forsaken yogurt again, ants already took my place as owner of the mangoes. :-| Smooth. REALLY.

Moving on, Nesvita, Nesvita. How I LOVE Nesvita, it tastes like milk. Some way. I love milk. I love loving milk. Gusto ko pang tumangkad. Heels? Best friend.

*Eng Wee Weng Waaang Wooeeeng*

*NOSTALGIA*

Naalala ko nung bata pa ako, mga limang taong gulang, hindi ako mahilig sa gatas. How fucked up is that? How did I become tall? Search me. :) ANYWAY. Moving on.

Point is, I never knew that Nesvita yogurt existed, much like my ignorance for lots of other things. Summer's coming. We have how many school days left? [March--what is the effing date? ARGH. Oh yeah!--12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 19, 20, 21] THAT'S EIGHT DAYS LEFT! OH HOLY.

Processing.

It won't sink in. Stubborn, stubborn, brain. Understand that? Okay? Okay. Being ignorant and clueless is my natural state of mind, forgive me. How ignorant can I get? How clueless can I get? I have 8 school days left and I'm not doing all the things that a girl with 8 days left must do. How can I not spend my breaks with my friends and busy myself with the projects instead? How fucked up is that, huh? I let them down, I let myself down. Whatever happened to the promises of change for the better that my friends managed to spit out? Were they just spur-of-the-moment realizations that would be gone once the going gets tough? I lost communication for three days and now I hear about all these things happening? I focus on schoolwork for a week and I've lost them? Jesus, get the emotional wreck out of this kid. Let me set my priorities, let them set their priorities. They've begun the long process of transformation, only to turn back at a sight of temptation. Give up just like that? How come? Turn around again, one last 180 degree turn, then walk forward to that goal. We connect, my friends and I, whatever happened to that connection? Oh, right, the sharp scissors of failure cut that thread just fine. But can we regain that and tie it togehter again? I sure hope so.

Right, oh yeah. My computer keeps on flashing a notice. New updates available, computer will resart automatically in 60...59...58... Restart now? Restart later? And I've clicked Restart later for 328425 times, yet it pops again. I guess I must not hide from inconvenience and face things with my nose stuck high. Ah, reminds me of being a mermaid, hiding beneath the sand with Sebastian and Flounder every time a dark shadow of a ship blocks the sunlight and darkens the surroundings. How crappy. I've been that fearful dead kid for years, afraid to talk, afraid to smile. But that's over. I can now walk with my head held high, so I guess I can get over being afraid this time. I can do this. I WILL. :)

Emo wreck much.

:)

-Bianca

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Bianca Ruiz;
17;
Assumption Antipolo;
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
True Addiction: Me&You.

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