No ClassesToday + No allowance = : (

Wednesday, finally... I'm gonna have some rest today and do some demanding home works. No classes means no friends to cuddle and kick, no classes means no Profs to stare at and lunchtimes to cherish. I don't miss school though, not the lessons and the exams, I just miss my Block mates and the cute boys from other blocks and higher year levels.

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Jealousy : A sign of Love or Immaturity?

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Yesterday, we went back to Elaine's house and had some bonding sessions. Of course, the lunch we had is still the best coming from Elaine's mom, it was so appetizing and fun, I even choked once on Marco's lap (sorry for that) because of the corny jokes they spill.
Shocking revelations, DVD's that don't work and random jealousy cat fights that turned out to be null and stupid. Will all of this be thrown away once we reach the second sem? next year? after we graduate?

I will definitely treasure these people. They made me complete each day, cheering whenever I'm entering the classroom and partying with them in the gym.

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Thanks Joey, for that wonderful comment you gave me, you're the best and no one else comes close to your greatness as my best friend. How I wish that we're together till the end and we will be. I'm looking forward to the day we'll meet again.

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WANTED: Lovelife.

Searching for someone new

It's been one month since the school started and it really felt like a year to me. With all the things that had happened within our class and the bonds we shared, we became like brothers and sisters already. I admire the closeness my class had. Even for just a little while, we knew each other's strengths and weaknesses. We knew who caught each other's hearts and even had a new couple who recently just made the room filled with romance as the guy gave my friend a bouquet of flowers.

I know, well, as far as I know, some of us will not be around anymore in the next semester. Some will not be able to reach the quota grade and will perish the circumstances of a drop out. Of course, I'm one of the eligible candidates for that matter. Though, I will never let PLM kick me out that soon. I'll just strive for the maximum excellence... and work it till my burnt eyebrows will bleed.

Actually, my main problem is I'M BROKE. Yes, broke to the point that only ten pesos is left on my spongebob coin purse (or less). I need P1500 right at this moment to buy my fatigue suit and combat shoes for the ROTC next week. To those who can read this, please, I'm open for any kinds of donation whether money or food so that I wouldn't have to spend my week's allowance.
If you're interested, please contact me on my Friendster account and we'll negotiate there.

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"Searching for someone new." ~ My current status. I need someone to make me feel that bliss again, to make me feel inspired and contented. Last night, actually tonight, I thought that some thing's missing. I'm alone. No one is here to brighten up that patch in my sky and I want that someone soon. Not for any selfish reasons at all, but I think it would be better if I get to be with someone special again.

I guess one of the main reason why is that I'm affected too easily by my environment. To lessen the stress and to keep me striving, I need that someone to show me what real happiness is. I know, I shouldn't be on the rush on things, I'm just yearning for something new.

SICK

I have my PMS today. Totally painful. Added the broken toilet bowl and dirty dishes.Added my seatmate who I offended last Thursday during English class.Added my headache.Added my best friend not being here with me.Added all the deleted pictures in my computer.Added my soul begging for someone who can make me feel better.

This 7/7/7 day is really not mine. Supposed to be a lucky one since it represents jackpot in a slot machine. Not me. Unlucky me.

Everyday is loaded with events I can only do and remember but never actually loved and appreciated. I'm sober and happy yet my heart isn't contented. How I wish I can really find a way to join any soccer team or training camp so that at least I can astray from all these confusions.

Wearing my pajamas, listening to "Cry me a river" by Justin Timberlake, head continuous to ache and the dishes still left crying in the sink. This day seems to be so slow I'm rotting from within. I need something to entice me and motivate my thoughts. I need to do something new. I need someone new. I need all of them, ASAP.

Word of the Day:

Insouciant

in·sou·ci·ant
adj
unconcerned: cheerfully unconcerned or unworried about something

I'm insouciant about the past yet I wallow in my regrets.

Last Friday, I chatted with a fellow PLM student who happened to be a soccer player too. She motivated me and inspired me a lot. She told me to focus more on the academics, not with pleasure or social life. She also mentioned that things will get a lot harder once I reach the sophomore level and I should be ready for it. Thank God for her, I finally opened up my mind and set my goal. I can't waste this opportunity. Besides, as to what our English prof would repeatedly say, striving for the maximum excellence is the best way to survive and be ahead with anyone else.

But now, before anything else, I'm gonna erase all the old pictures that would make me remember my past and let remain the present where I should be giving my utmost attention.

SICK

I have my PMS today. Totally painful. Added the broken toilet bowl and dirty dishes.Added my seatmate who I offended last Thursday during English class.Added my headache.Added my bestfriend not being here with me.Added all the deleted pictures in my computer.Added my soul begging for someone who can make me feel better.

This 7/7/7 day is really not mine. Supposed to be a lucky one since it represents jackpot in a slot machine. Not me. Unlucky me.

Everyday is loaded with events I can only do and remember but never actually loved and appreciated. I'm sober and happy yet my heart isn't contented. How I wish I can really find a way to join any soccer team or training camp so that at least I can astray from all these counfusions.

Wearing my pajamas, listening to "Cry me a river" by Justin Timberlake, head continuous to ache and the dishes still left crying in the sink. This day seems to be so slow I'm rotting from within. I need something to entice me and motivate my thoughts. I need to do something new. I need someone new. I need all of them, ASAP.

Word of the Day:

Insouciant

in·sou·ci·ant
adj
unconcerned: cheerfully unconcerned or unworried about something

I'm insouciant about the past yet I wallow in my regrets.

Last Friday, I chatted with a fellow PLM student who happened to be a soccer player too. She motivated me and inspired me a lot. She told me to focus more on the academics, not with pleasure or social life. She also mentioned that things will get a lot harder once I reach the sophomore level and I should be ready for it. Thank God for her, I finally opened up my mind and set my goal. I can't waste this opportunity. Besides, as to what our English prof would repeatedly say, striving for the maximum excellence is the best way to survive and be ahead with anyone else.

But now, before anything else, I'm gonna erase all the old pictures that would make me remember my past and let remain the present where I should be giving my utmost attention.

Missing ponytail

Gah. Why is the world so mean? I decided to join the PLM soccer team even though I'm not really good in playing soccer.

Bless this night, I'm entering the fold...

Should I or should I not??

AGGHHH!!!


Hehe, I'm (due to luck and nothing more but luck) was exempted from the 50 items quiz on History!!! Thank God!

No lunch today just three cups of coffee

I'm stinking bored. My head is spinning to the report and 2 hours of English class tomorrow and I'm heartbroken. Sure, not enough reasons for me to stab my wrist though. I'm just in the mood to wallow. I wonder what will happen to me if I happen to drink another cup of coffee... hmm, would I get caffeine high already?

A lot of things are gonna happen tomorrow and I'm not even a little bit excited about it. Thinking that Keroro would be my seatmate, I'm not thrilled.

I just wanna go away to aplace unfamiliar to my nose and just, stare nowhere. Hay,I wish that Joey is here in the country so I can crawl into her bed and talk about Hairy Potter the whole day. I just miss her so much.

The Goodbye- Prof (we hate you for leaving us)

It was hellfire hot in the girl's bathroom yet we crowded and stayed just for the sake of making ourselves look presentable in his eyes. Wearing our P.E. uniform and clutching our heavy tote bags we hurried downstairs to be able to impress him with our EverReady punctuality.

Then, while happily waiting for his class to end, we received the worst news ever next to someone really close to us being dead.

"HE'S NOT OUR P.E. PROF ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Tears flow and moaning of regret flushed the gym. We were so disappointed. The new prof is funny, alive and entertaining more like a father figure to all of us but even though I'm the one seated in front I never understood anything that he said. I'm pissed holding our report in hand and silently crumpling and whining with mellow thoughts that our favorite prof is not ours anymore.


I personally hate him for agreeing to switch classes instead he could've stayed with us since we're already going well with each other. It felt like a breakup, no, worse than a breakup.

Anyways, after the grueling P.E. class we all went to SM Manila and wandered not knowing where to go. Then, five of us remained Me, Dian, Maricar,Paula and Doni. We decided to walk (YES, WALK) from SM Manila to Robinson's Place Ermita. It wasn't extremely far but I'm telling you it's not a single block away walk. Good thing though we are still wearing our comfy P.E. uniforms. We grabbed a karaoke room and took shots in the singingcapade for an hour.
I never liked karaokes, I'm scared of singing in front of other people yet I managed to gain a 98 score singing 'Helena' of My Chemical Romance (talk about being shy!).

Since Robinson's is so close to Baywalk, I suggested we hang out there next but only Dian stayed. As usual, girl bonding of whatever confidential details of anything related to boys and life. The weather is perfect so we took amusing pictures (mostly EMO poses but who cares) and without even noticing it, we went home late at around 8:30 in the evening.

So now, because of the tiring day I had yesterday, I finally managed to sleep like a normal being would do.

word of the day

proprioceptor

pro·pri·o·cep·tor [prpree ə séptər]

n

nerve ending: a sensory nerve ending in muscles, tendons, and joints that provides a sense of the body’s position by responding to stimuli from within the body

[Early 20th century. Coined from Latin proprius “your own” + receptor .]
-pro·pri·o·cep·tion, n
-pro·pri·o·cep·tive, adj

*Thanks to Nike Air...*

Cucumber+History+Physical Fitness= This post

^Voguezhlee girls from left: Colleen, Dian, Elaine, April, Paula and Me.


Even though I don't have classes today it seemed to me as if there is. My notes, scattered all over my binder needed to be re-written into individual portions of a normal notebook. In short, I have to re- write all the notes we had for the past week. Took me three hours before I neatly succeeded in the writing session of a lifetime.

word of the day

cucumber
n
1. plants plant with long green fruit: a climbing or trailing annual plant of the gourd family that is grown for its edible long green fruit.
Latin name: Cucumis sativus

Actually, I hate cucumbers, especially when you dip them in a large bowl of vinegar with whole black peppers.
Chris Benoit is dead. My dearest number one IDOL in WWE is dead. When he won the Royal Rumble, I hosted a party exclusive for my stuffed toys and imaginary friends. I so love Chris. Unfortunately, he was being accused of taking too much steroids and other medical transcriptions that caused his delusions killing his wife and child.


GAhh, we have this History homework that is so irrationally impossible to be done. I admit, and all of who can read this that History subject is sooo boring. Cmon, you must be a clown to love and enjoy the discussions that will take hours before being considered done.

While me and my fellow Voguezhlees have to make an impression to our P.E. prof tomorrow on our report. Even though our supposed to be "report making day" turned out to be a total girl bonding scenario, I hope he'll notice the enticing brains we have aside from us being noisy scandalous LOL girls.

My hands are tired and I'm sleepless tonight

Since it's been like a year after I posted I'm gonna do my best trying to recall past spontaneous and gory details of things I'll mostly ignore and kick. THE DAYS OF VOGUEZHLEE.

KAT - "profile : non existing elaborated cucumber"
ELAINE- "OOY!! bakla!!! BAKLA ka ba???!!!"
DIAN- "Ang meaning ng TBA sa pagkakaalam ko ay TANGHALANG BAYAN"
COLLEEN- "Insert famous statement here"
PAULA- "get it get it!!!"
APRIL- "Ayy! wag yan...sensitive akooh.."

Boring soc sci and History days had passed and I'm still alive, thank God to my friends who came out of nowhere in the TBA of PLM.

Our daily routine (TENTATIVE)
6:50 am- most of us are already in the classroom except for Elaine who always thought that she'll be late but instead she's always 10 minutes early.
7 am - First class, usually Soc Sci or Philo... *silent nerve wracking events usually happens during these subjects*
8:30 am- end of first class
"bakla ano na buhay ka pa ba?"
11:30 am- Lunch break - CR (takes almost 20 minutes), then goes to our favorite( NOT YET) restaurant (carinderia) behind Manila Bulletin.

"Ganda!!!! kain na kayo dito!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ~shouts the waitress ultimately convincing us even though the food is more expensive than those in our own canteen.

Favorite day? THURSDAY.
*For the purpose of uniformed meaning I would spoon feed you with our intimate reason....THE PROF IS SO HOT, CUTE, SEXY., WEIRDLY HANDSOME AND...(insert other compliments that will make him cry here).

New found group hobby?
*Searching for cute boy's profiles in Friendster (especially those who came from Ateneo or La Salle...) Then patiently looking for our P.E. prof's profile.

Motto: "(still under construction)"
~nice motto!


To summarize things up even though my hands are so tired and it's bones seem to be dislocated already, I love these girls, and I'm looking forward to rolling within the walls of Intramuros with them again.

^__^

Now, I'm exhausted

I'm so busy that my whole week is booked already.

Yesterday, not a single professor showed up in our class. We just wasted five hours of our time in the classroom. But we all know that one day all the profs will come in and we'll beg for them to go out.

Last Monday, my bestfriend Joey already left the country. I will definitely miss her. I don't even know if I can handle things without her. She's the only person I can call up on the phone whenever I feel something bad and horribly needed to let it out. I will miss the days when we go out and drool over cute boys around us.