Entries for January, 2007
My teenage days are almost up. I celebrated my 19th birthday yesterday. I treated my friends to a lunch at Mano-Mano's. I spent the rest of the afternoon with Lace and Kerz shopping and window-shopping for stuff. It's been a long time since I posted and I've yet uploaded my Christmas pictures. Talk about being long overdue. I was supposed to post a sort-of diary entry for the past Christmas Break but I'm lazy. I should really make laziness a resolution this year but I've found a more practical and easier resolution to do, that is to save money. I've realized I can't afford my whims/caprice anymore, so there. Since it's my last year as a "teenager", I plan to enjoy it not that I won't enjoy the coming years but then I came to realize that while you're getting older so do your priorities. We all do need to grow up. I don't like to be locked-up in the Peter Pan Syndrome.
There's actually a lot to tell. We had a reunion--me and my high school friends. There's the usual gossip. Darrel even gave me a pep talk so that won't get myself knocked-up like one of our classmates. Clariz and I promised each other that if ever we get pregnant, we'd commit Hara-Kiri just to perk ourselves up that dying is better than living a difficult life. When the talk about teenage pregnancies was going on, Clariz joked that she was pregnant and that the father was... the refrigerator. Hear! Hear! I told her I was pregnant too and that the father was Kelvin... Kelvin-ator. HAHA
Marion stole my chocolate. Ethel gave me a big bar of Toblerone. When Marion saw me, he asked for some and I gave him then he asked Ethel for chocolate and she gave him again, the same big bar she gave me. Hmph! He told me he got instant karma because he got nauseous and his BP went up. Well, that's what you get... Thanks, Ethel!
I also finished watching the entire series of Princess Hours! It'seally nice, cute and sweet! I loved it!
HAVE A NICE YEAR, EVERYONE!
{ music } Rainy Day
{ book } Gone With The Wind
{ show } Princess Hours
{ mood } happy
My Dad has never slapped me nor hurt me in any physical way. At least, not yet anyway. When we argue, we usually do it through text messaging and phone calls and not face-to-face. Weird huh?! When he's mad or I'm mad, we have a cold war. When you think about it, a cold war is a lot tougher than screaming at the top of your lungs at each other. There's a lot of waiting involved, a lot of estimation of feelings. I just can't help it. I really don't understand the man behind my father. He makes me feel like I'm a toy that he got fed up with. He makes me feel that he got fed up with me because I'm inadequate and that I didn't meet his expectations which really sucks. What's more sad is that I really don't have his expectations in mind. I have never lived by other people's expectations except perhaps my Mom but she's gone. All expectations of me are nothing except my own.
{ book } Durable Goods
{ mood } working
My midterms just ended a while ago with Accounting 230 no less. I think I did okay in that exam. I'm a repeater and with a Ma'am-Pena-Experience, it's quite better actually. And since my friends, the Bears, are agonizing over their Accounting 240 and 250 exams, my spirits are more than lifted.
(Peace, Bears!!!
)I'm turning into a chronic repeater and I don't like it. God willing, this will be the last time I'll repeat a subject. Gawd! It's embarrassing, not to mention tiresome to go through the whole ordeal again. Considering, I fail on my majors, you may say that maybe I'm not cut-off to be an accountant but I started this course already and I don't leave things I've started unfinished. After all, I made the choice. I made myself run into an unknown field. Funny how things turn out when you let life take its course and surprise you.
I just finished reading "Gone With The Wind"-Margaret Mitchell. I say it's just like "Love, Honor and Betray"-Elizabeth Kary. Or should I say the other way around. I just love Rhett Butler but he has his downs. It's a very realistic piece of work.
I'm living alone now. Finally, I got rid of the no-cook/nosey/self-piteous dog I had for a house-help. Can you believe that she's actually getting paid for her "loneliness"? My Aunt said so. Can you believe that she's paid not to cook and clean but just to watch over the house when I'm gone to school? My Dad said so. These gives me the idea that what we do need is not a househelp but a guard dog--a German Shepherd or Doberman Pinscher. That way, we don't need to pay just for "loneliness" and the house is being watched over. What you think?! It's more logical.
The weekend is immaculate! Got to enjoy it! Selamat!
{ book } The Time Traveler's Wife
{ mood } relaxed
ADZoo, Fetish | 3 hollered back
I've been living alone for a week now. It's pretty inconvenient sometimes but it's a small price to pay just to have your freedom and life back to yourself.
I've finished reading "The Time Traveler's Wife". It's beautiful; it's the first novel to ever make me cry. One of the best love stories I've read so far.
Angie texted me through YM. Here's her message:
cinderella angie31 (2258113): soory.. its okie just checkin out... m about 2 sleeep.. its so cold -20 degrees outside...T T huhuhu i hate this... misshu
Her message makes me remember an essay we read in Sir Canaya's class. It's by Danton Remoto, a well-known writer. I forgot the title. Che, Rai, make me remember! Oh, well.
I have to bask in the tropical sun once more. Ta!
{ mood } rushed
I just finished my RS class with Fr. Yatco and a realization just hit me. I'm actually learning a lot from him. I like the way he teaches. This is ironic since he just lets us read the paragraphs (the reason why we sometimes call RS, Reading Sessions) and we have to memorize lengthy chapters for his very objective essay exam. He will be remembered that is for sure.
Angie sent another message in response to the one I sent yesterday. Here it is:
cinderella angie31 (2258113): wiiiz lang kel.. im busy kasi para na finals!!! waaahhhhh... todo study gat mio bida asta madrugada...kaya m still awake!! hehhehehe..
{ book } Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism
{ mood } stressed
{ book } Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism
{ mood } stressed
Ai-Love-Amor | 2 hollered back
Lace and Me at the Library
Zelle and Me in our Mgt 102 class
Lace at La Vista (Blue Eagle ComBuild)
My feet at La Vista (Blue Eagle ComBuild)
Jae2x, Kareen and Gen at GK Village in Luyahan (Blue Eagle/YFC Outreach)
Mae2x and Lace at Palmeras (Accountancy Acquaintance Party)
Kareen at the cottage in La Vista (Blue Eagle ComBuild)
{ book } Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism
{ mood } nostalgic
Gen, Kareen and I have continuously discussed about the thing I'm about to tell you. It scares us very much thinking about it. I just want to share it to you because maybe you'll find it enlightening or maybe you're also comtemplating about it. Here it goes:
We (Gen, Kar, me and maybe you) have been studying for the past fourteen years of our lives and are currently in college. In two or three years, we're going to graduate and there my dear friends is the start of our nightmarish thoughts. We think: What will we do after college when all we have done for the past fourteen years or so is STUDY? Will we cope? Will we survive in the so-called "real world"? All we do is go to school. It has been a routine every week; you wake up, eat breakfast, take a bath and go to school then after school you come back, clean up, have dinner, make homework, say your prayers then go to bed. After college, no more school. You're going to find a job. You're old routine is gone. Will the poles-apart transition turn out okay?
Think about it. Share it with me.
{ book } Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism
{ mood } pensive
I have another bout with my Dad. We have this Management Tour (Cebu-Bohol) this coming March, after Graduation and my Dad doesn't want me to go. I really want to go. It's been two years since I went out of town. It's been two years since I travelled with friends. I miss travelling. I miss travelling and having fun while doing it. Moreover, it's going to be educational too. No one is going to stop me from going to that trip. Especially, not my Dad. He knows it that he can't stop me from doing what I want. Like the time, I have to go to Dipolog for the Regional Schools Press Conference and he refused to let me go. I still went with the help of my Mom. I don't know if he got mad with me because I disobeyed him. He sure didn't let me know. I wasn't afraid that he might be mad. I wanted to go to that contest. It wasn't as if I'm going on a vacation. It was something substantial just like this trip. He's so unreasonable at times. It's killing me.
{ music } Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol)
{ book } The Bonesetter's Daughter
{ mood } infuriated
Angie sent two messages this noon. Here they are:
[12:32] cinderella angie31 (2258113): elow zette..desperto ya tamen iyo..waaa nuway lang ta studya kc pra mio finals mayana na data management... huhuhu.. gudluck to me,...
[12:34] cinderella angie31 (2258113): anyways... extend my regards to MARION and Earl... missss them.... missshuuu toooo..
{ music } Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol)
{ book } The Bonesetter's Daughter