First of all, if you are an AFS member, or have a classmate/friend who
is a member of AFS, I'd greatly appreciate it if you take note of this and tell the members!
ON SEPTEMBER 1, 2007, SATURDAY, WE WILL GO TO DLSU, TAFT TO WATCH A DEBATE TOURNAMENT (2:30 PM-5:30 PM). WE ARE NOT COMPETING. (Asa ka muna, men. Haha! Not yet NOW.) CIRCULARS WILL BE RELEASED TOMORROW, PAYMENTS FOR TRANSPORTATION (Php 190.00) WILL BE DUE ON FRIDAY, TOGETHER WITH THE REPLY SLIP. WE WILL WEAR OUR COMPLETE RED UNIFORM. (Not yet final, will ask Sir Pangilinan AND Idonna first, but this is ALMOST it :-P Reminders might change tomorrow, but you'll know.) MEETING PLACE/TIME: MULTI-PURPOSE BUILDING, 12 NOON. YOU WILL HAVE TO BE PICKED UP FROM AA BEFORE 7 PM. BRING YOUR DEBATE KITS, SNACKS AND DRINKS. THANK YOU.
If, by some (very) unfortunate twist of fate, you forgot who you are, you are: Idonna Lacson, Rica Zuniga, Cara Chongco, Angela Caranay, Ayesa Lemence, Kyla Olives, Bianca Reyes, Krystella Guevarra, Divine Magno, Tintin Mendoza, Veronica Mirano, Khisby Mortell, Rica Doroteo, Karyza Leyble, Vivien Sison, Maxine Sta. Maria and me.
Now, on to the MORE important things, me, myself and I. No, I'm kidding. Wait a minute, do you know that grains of the truth are seeping every single time the word "kidding" is uttered? So that means, I'll be talking about ME, as this is MY blog. But I'll also talk of some other people, as per usual. I can't force you to read about me and only me or else you'll die out of boredom, and I can't think of me and only me or else I'll die of boredom. I'm a very boring person, you know. My life revolves on just ONE motto: carpe diem!
Seizing the day means eating all you can? Not exactly. I've gone WAY past the 3 desserts per week quota that the doctor gave me and Tricia. I'd like to think that I only ate 2 desserts last Sunday, but my conscience knows I ate THREE. And today, I ate 2 Choco Muchos (Yummiest, ever! Thanks to Mandy), 1 (or 2) cotton candies, and 1 (or 2) cones of ice cream, not to mention a slice of the Assumption tart. I'd be without desserts for at least one and a half week! I'm including guava jelly (My. Mouth. Is. Watering.) in my daily diet. Remember I am only to eat 2 slices of bread per meal (as rice is OUT OF THE QUESTION)? Well, instead of putting cheese (!!!) (quickmelt+parmesan+cheddar--yum, YELLOW food of the day!) and ham (or bacon) with the occassional sandwich spread, I'm going to eat Peanut Butter and Jelly. The first time I've heard of that was while watching Barney, and even then, I thought they were putting gulaman. Moving on, so that's my meal-y meal. PB&&J. But for lunch, I'll eat ham and cheese. Correction, I've been eating, I just spread the last drop of Guava Jelly on my dinner sandwich.
Seize the day. I just have to say (again!) that 94s are the WORST grade ever! I got 94 for Chem, History AND Filipino! ONE MORE POINT TO GET A BIG A+ and I didn't make it! I wanna cryyyy. 93 is way better, as a lot of you might agree. My mind is REALLY stubborn. While taking the Health test, I KNEW that Repression was the very first number at the LP, thus making it the one where bad thoughts were pushed to the unconscious. But stubborn little brain placed Regression. My hand wanted to change my answer, but my mind just would NOT permit it. It's quite a nuisance, really, as it happened to me during that CLE test, too. I erased 3 True answers and changed it to X (False), thinking that there MUST be a pattern. Hel-lo? There can NOT be 15 Trues and 5 Falses. Can there? Apparently I was wrong, as all those erasures were marked with big, fat, red circles. 3 guesses why? Ha.
Today went pretty well. After a few periods of, well, freedom, we went on shift. Actually, we weren't exactly free as we were supposed to watch a video of Pilates--which I doubt I can do, but then, no one was really listening and by the time the video ended, there was still more that a full period left of PE. Everyone was sleeping, or talking. Having no teachers is not quite nice when we think about it, because we'll have to catch up and rush things the next weeks. And, ALGEBRA is not ONE I would like to rush. Seriously.
And so I took my shift. The first one was with Jana at the HS chits-changing table. (Haha, pinangalanan eh.), and we earned A LOT. It was break time, and it was fun. It's way cool to be there, sitting on that relatively short stool (compared to that TALL table), receiving money, being of use. The next one was with Faye at the GS chits-changing table. I arrived there a teedy bit early, as Kyla and Carissa were still there, so Faye and I scraped the remaining ice cream off the...err...container. She managed to fill one whole cone! COOL. Then we took our shift and had serious (Ha!) talks about love (another, bigger, HA!), life, and school. And songs. It was one hell of a shift. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the point of view), the ones next to us weren't on time and Ms. Grace asked us to move the table to the place near the Gr. 1 cluster. I think Kea and Anne never found the new location. Sorry! I went out for a while to arrange the AFS transportation for Saturday and the CIR with Idonna, and had to go back to Faye. We stayed there up to 4:00, okay, 4:15. It was SO much fun. We talked to Ms. Grace, and the manongs and manangs, and fooled with the kids! (;
One penny for the answer: WHY, oh WHY, are we there? Shifts were for the Student Council, Fair Com Heads...and the Basketball Team? ANG LABO. HAHA. Anyway, I just remembered the answer, I asked Ms. Grace a while ago, apparently, our moderator was REALLY uhm, maka-kapwa. HAHA. Thank GOD, it was hella fun.
We were late for training. :( But we got there just in time. Ha? Ang labo. No, here, technically, because of the time of our arrival, we were late, but, because they haven't started yet, we managed to begin with them. Get it? Whatever, if you don't, then well. Training was pretty short, just a wee bit over an hour, and pep talk happened after. I got cramps, by the way! I think my body's still adjusting after the 2 or so week break. I couldn't even do the under-the-basket drill for the first few minutes. : But then, I concentrated, and yay! Did it.
My brother picked me up from school after training. I rode at the front seat, while he stood behind the driver's seat. I have a feeling he's afraid of being alone at the back of tha van, and wants to be part of whatever crowd there was.
"Ate Bianca, d'you know, Kuya Ver and I saw this girl play volleyball," he began with a nasty grin. "And when she hit the ball, it went straight to the roof!" he laughed as he tried to take control of his breathing. "It went back to her!"
The driver laughed as he steered the wheel to the right. He scrunched up his nose, "You," he began, "were looking at her legs."
I raised an eyebrow towards my brother, conveying a single message: elaborate.
He grinned sheepishly and scratched his head. "She was wearing blue shorts, and she has braces. Why did the ball go back to her? That's funny." And with an admirable skill of swiftly changing the topic, he said, "Kuya Ver, who's your girl?"
"Angel Locsin, and..." the driver trailed as he struggled to find another name. "All of them! All of them are mine."
It was Migo's turn to raise one of his left brow, which he did simultaneously with frowning. "All of them?"
"All the celebrities!" he replied. He swerved to the left and brought Migo, who was still standing, back to his seat in a swift, fluid motion.
He stood up at once and remarked. "Every celebrity? Piolo Pascual is your crush? You have a wife, might I remind you. I'll tell Ate Joy." he annnounced triumphantly, as if winning a debate with his fiercest rival.
The driver was shaking with laughter when he noticed lights blinking against the dark blue blanket of the sky. "Migo, look, fireflies!"
Migo narrowed his eyes and looked at the peculiar collection of lights. "No." he said simply, "That's a helicopter."
I looked at the lights and observed the colors. "It's a plane."
"No, that's not a plane. It has no blue lights." Migo said with finality as he took his seat.
But no, it was a plane. (:
I have no idea why I placed that short conversation here, but I guess I just never want to forget it. (: Tomorrow, we'll be having our food sale again, so bring your chits. And the Basketball Team will be having shifts again! YAY. (:
Here's a food for thought from the Makata of the New Millenium, Forest. "Love is just like jumping, hoping that someone will catch you. If no one does, at least only your heart is broken." and another one, "She said she loved me, but if that's what you do to people you love, then I hate you."
Well, I'm surrounded by people obsessing over love: lovesick, lovers, loveless, crushed by love, and all the other teenage scenarios regarding love, so I'm going to write something that goes around Forest's notion of love tomorrow. As for NOW, I'm tired and I. Want. Bed. (Probably a book, first?)
Wait a minute, actually, I was supposed to write it YESTERDAY. But I got to the PC real late, and I, instead of blogging, I wrote a write-up for Pau. He's to edit all the stuff he gets (I think), but here's my version (which is WAY too long.) :-P
If one, by a particularly fortunate incident, stumbles upon a Search-In nametag bearing the name Paulo, varied pictures of this boy who have fingers dipped on different teacups would rush to one's cerebral cortex, and the brain will then issue the muscles of the face numerous commands as to what scrupulous emotion must be portrayed. Probably first in line would be the overpowering command to pull the corners of one's mouth upwards, slowly forming a big crescent much like the moon that this Paulo wants so much to gaze upon—a smile. Paulo, often called Pepabits or Pau by his barkada, began to be known as the silent and the mysterious due to his silent demeanor and the trademark stare. This assumption derived from the meticulous stare, however, cannot be any further from the truth as it is—Paulo is as boisterous as one can get when surrounded by people who will not deem him demented when he spends half of his time goofing off, while spending the other half wishing he was. An amused grin would creep to one's face as the ironies that comes as a combo with the name Paulo comes to mind, namely, sleeping when he needs work to be done and failing to sleep when he wants to sleep. One would often wonder how, despite that supposedly sleepy state while working, he could produce something as spectacular as he always does. The command for a frown might seep its way through the flock of synapses, as one would recall that Paulo never left one's side even once. Given his busy schedule and hectic activities, it is a miracle how he can spend time brooding with a friend over problems whenever the situation calls for it. And, if only one more emotion can be permitted to appear in relation to this highly capable example of the male half of the species homo luden, that last emotion would be exuberant laughter. Days spent with the person we have come to know as Paulo Enrico Florentin Pabiton would never be without laughter, which is very much the reason why days spent with him is well sought-after.
First of all, if you are an AFS member, or have a classmate/friend who is a member of AFS, I'd greatly appreciate it if you take note of this and tell the members!
