i went home early

today, dear readers, i rode the bus home for the first time in ages.

i cannot believe that i did what i did. i saw my favorite busmate, na young (although i am very much a hater of koreans invading our country...Ibong Mandaragit syndrome>), a little kid with dyed, permed hair. if only my parents were as supportive (if not encouraging) as hers on matters of beauty, i'd probably look like a "The Swan Program" graduate. kidding. i'm not that freakishly insecure. anyway, back to my GREAT accomplishment... it started when i thought that i need to save money for all the stuff lined up for summer. I NEED AROUND 10K... so God bless nalang sakin. anyway, when Clara, Cara and I went down to the Cafe to eat breakfast, we all promised not to go out today. at least today, just so we could save something. i thought i couldn't do it because this habit of eating out (whether at a real restaurant, a fastfood outlet, a karinderia or at whoever's house) has rooted itself deep into my system. i just could not resist the "shawarma tayo sa Cubao, masarap shawarma don", or "gateway tayo". i think i might've lost all self-control during the past year. anyway, i focused on saving what i could and ended up not going anywhere after dismissal but home. I RODE THE BUS HOME, AT FIRST TRIP PA!!! it just feels great to think that you're actually using a commodity that my parents are paying for.

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yesterday i promised myself that i will not say a single bad word every wednesday (in case you are so socially non-existent that nobody even gave you a lame-ass calendar, today is a WEDNESDAY), i tried hard and i think i did OK. i only let out a few and just because. i will continue making wednesday my no-cuss day and then add one day a week for every total no-cuss day accomplished until i don't swear at all. i also had a talk with my mom and she said she wants me to graduate magna cum laude. so now i'm trying to be a bit more responsible. i guess i'm slipping because i found time to blog even if work is piling up. so with that said, i'll shut up now.

Posted by juliecious at 07:20 PM | 1 paid homage

the past week

wait, deyzhavooo... parang nagkaentry na ako na ganito rin yung title. anyway...

the past week was a preview to the hellish life that awaits me in college. hellish teachers that are hell bent on failing the hell out of everyone. haha. and the winner of the HELL-SENT TEACHER OF THE WEEK award is...

Miss Luchie Jardinero!

*clap clap*

she came to our lives, like a welcomed guest in a private party. we treated her like one of ours, and she responded equally well. We thought that day was the start of a healthy give-and-take relationship between strangers that grew fond of each other as serendipity brought them together (well, more like a career decision of our last teacher)... But this fairytale that seemed too good to be true turned out to be just that. Too good to be true, because she's too mean to be liked. She was absent on our second meeting and left us to the care (hmmm, care, wrong word) of miss montecastro, who made us watch a video of CPR and the heimlich maneuver. then she told us that we were going to have a quiz next meeting (last thursday) about first aid. and although the video demonstrated only CPR, artificial breathing support and the heimlich maneuver, the quiz was going to cover every conceivable health emergency, from fractures to poisoning. hmmm, now where are we going to get all that information? and how the HELL can we demonstrate all that? so ok, we let it pass. but come thursday morning, she sashayed (well more of stomped, but sashay is more sashay-ish...) into our room with a basket of goodies, err, folded paper that contained the emergency scenarios that we had to demonstrate. like a tiger (or a w**db**r... yuck ang sama ko na. sorry. she was just too unmerciful) she caught us by surprise with the content of those unassuming pieces of paper. they contained situations like, "a shoulder fracture", "skin poinoning", cases too specific that they were not covered by our own research. i just think its unfair to give those kinds of demonstration requirements that you didn't even teach, much less to ask for details about them. now i don't know why i'm so affected because i haven't even been called. haha. buhlalungz. (shoot, LES--> last expression syndrome)

anyway, on to the better part of the week...

we had a soiree with lsgh 4-B and it was fun, albeit boring for the most part because there were a very few guys and as usual, 4-1 was the majority. i just love 4-1, we are so, active. hihihi... there was a quick sighting of a "love team", Amanda and Jayme, both chinese-ish and M.E. qualifiers. what a likely combination. the soiree was supposed to start at 7, but niggaG came around 8:30, and even later did the "soiree proper" start, which was at around 11. there was this guy, Roy, who's the perfect poster boy for ka-cornihan and the exact male counterpart of JB, the stroker. but since i am such a true and suck-up friend, JB is the better stroker, in fact, she is the Master Stroker. we played only one game, funnybones and my partner was marc. yep, the marc. haha. hi pam! old school ka ba. hihi. here are some pictures of the soiree. got them from amanda's blog.

(from left to right, top to bottom: The strokers - JB and Roy, marcand i, Karen and partner, us again, la presidente y el asshole , us again because i insist on having my picture taken a alot, bea and partner, the strokers again, steph and partner.)

tomorrow, i will find out what the future holds for me. if i don't get what i want, i will go abroad. haha. i will apply for a scholarship in england. good bye philippines! i shall go there, marry prince william, kill prince charles (queen elizabeth is too old anyway) and become what i have been destined to be... A Queen

Posted by juliecious at 11:32 AM | 2 paid homage

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hmmm. title. wag na.

message to the people who tagged:

JB: yep. i am your one, true friend. does that come with the mountain? i want a mountain. i'll get a mountain first before i buy my island.

PamS: bez. haha. true friends tayo forever. shusme.Ü

PamQ: you know what's great about us? we have this mutual thing going on, a two-way thing; and it's always great to get compliments... so lets keep them coming. hehe

people-who-have-always-wanted-to-tag-or-comment-but could-never-find-the-tagboard-or-the-comment-link: time will come, and you shall find what you seek.

ohay. so moving on... have i mentioned how much i love our principal? i adore her. she's one of the few people that smile at and about nothing, whom i am not disgusted by. she has all these new ideas and she made the school administration feel more human, or be felt at all. she first won my heart by treating me to yellow cab and by saying my name. see, i'm not the type of person that the principal would know. i'm kind of the steady type. and i don't think that's such a bad thing because i share this anonimity to the admin with 90% of the student body. for one to be known by the admin, one should be a) good. like a member of the student council or the one who arranges stuff for the programs; one who just makes it her life's mission to serve the student body. b) really, really bad. one has to have the really, really adverb because otherwise, he or she would just be another nameless face among the hundreds of delinquents. c) a total suck-up. yep. unlike letter a, this one is just born to be the fly on the horse's/cow's/whatever's back. he or she is equipped with an abanico to fan the admin member [A.M.] with, a smile to charm the A.M. with, a box of tissue to wipe the sweat of the A.M. with and a brain full of conversation starters with the A.M. see, i'm not any of that. never was, never will be. oooh... maybe in college... she also gave us a break from all the school work and the slavedrivers that whip us with impossible quizzes and WTF-able projects. she began the: GIRLS AT THE CENTER WEEK!!! it's like the intrams, minus the batch rivalry and the food stalls (that's a minus, minus). oh she's great. i wish she'd stay. [edited]and she fed us adobo rolls, too. and coke, and turon for dessert.Ü

anyway, we danced the swing today. haha. as expected, IV-1 screwed up because we never attended the dry-runs. but we had fun. this was a fun day. haha labo. i love IV-1. i love how we love 80's songs and hate, hate OPM rock and acoustice and senti (never found a section that would share my hatred for these things). i love how we dance and break dance. i love how we make a great bulletin board with newspaper. i love how we love makeup. no, i just love makeup. period.

which leads me to my next point: the ALEX (no, not cara's alex. haha. joke lang bez). the alternative learning experience i worked hard, real hard to get a slot for the class i want to be in, which is the makeup class. i was disappointed because i didn't learn anything. i'm sure the demontrators could've taught me more, but i was seated 30 feet away from them because i arrived late. i also got to fit my gown for gly's debut this afternoon. i love how it fits my torso (except for the part near the armpit, where my fats bulge out). can't wait to put it on when it's all fixed and bejeweled. haha. bejeweled.

early this afternoon, francis sent criselle a bouquet of roses. (ok, forgive me for this one "hopless romantic" moment) it held 3 dozens of red roses. ooohh... expensive. considering it's almost valentine's day and the floral business is at its peak. buhlalungz. it made us girls want to have our own francis who'd give us that much. it's sweet. and expensive. haha. but its mostly sweet of course.

ok. i'm done for today. this is a pretty long entry for one that doesn't even have a title.

Posted by juliecious at 08:50 PM | ayos ah.

let's give them a second chance

the girls at the center week has ended today with a bitter event that we like to call, "The Honors Assembly". gone are the days when this day actually meant something to me. haha. super gone. now, i'm just a member of the audience waiting idly for the conclusion of this one and a half hour show, save for the few times that i had the energy to scan through pam's cellphone's fm radio, which by the way wasn't a success since none of my usual Pops, R&Bs or reggaes were playing. but don't get me wrong, i'm happy for those who had their share of the academic limelight. i've had a few of those too and they were ok moments. i mean, they were the few times that people knew that i'm not as stupid as i look or sound. hihi. and i am not fishing. if i want a compliment, i'd squeeze it out from you. this event also stirred up my already brewing desire for an academic award for the last time in my high school years. i want one, but unfortunately, i cannot resist my friends' peer pressure. haha. as if.

anyway, on to another topic (one that you've probably been hearing from me non-stop that you want to stuff my mouth with a huge cork)... the UPCAT results aren't out yet and i'm soooo pissed off by UP's self-important antics of postponing the results over and over and over... oh well, UP is an important body and there's only so much a ranting high school girl can do... i just want to get it over with!!! if i don't pass, then God bless me and my parents because i'll have to study in ateneo and fatima will be going to miriam so next year's gonna be a flat broke year for my family, if i do pass, then you all are going to see a freakishly happy julie that you wish you've never seen. i'll also get to go to every single summer outing with no questions asked and i'll probably have anything i want. at least for a month or so...

i've been wanting to change that thing marquee-ing there on top... i have this GREAT idea but it might hurt some people (hi PamQ!) and i'm tired of hurting people. i want to be good. but i also want that idea to materialize. it's just clever. and it expresses my deep-seated emotions toward... ok. i won't say it anymore because i'm not putting it anyway. pfft. a great idea, pushed back into oblivion because of overrated social sensitivity. *sigh*

lame blogs. you have got to read this entry by the "Darvit-ed One", Pam Q, Hobby: Lambasting Lame Blogs... it's a great entry, and a great reminder for us, bloggers to avoid being counted as a lame blogger with a lame blog. yeah, you can argue that some stranger's opinion should not affect you, but hey, it does anyway. so wisen up and drop the lame act.

i just realized my title has nothing, and i mean nothing to do with the actual content of this entry. that's because i was supposed to write something else but i decided to write it later because it's going to be long.

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Posted by juliecious at 09:30 PM | ayos ah.

concerts

Concerts

I’ve been out watching concerts for the past two days because I’m trying to relish every blog-able moment high school life can offer. I keep on thinking that because I’m in my senior year, everything will be for the last time, that’s why whenever I don’t feel like going to some event, the usually shy sentimental side of me takes over my laziness and I go anyway (same reason why I went to school to celebrate my last teacher’s day ever). For the first time in the history of club concerts, I went to see Timeless, the joint concert of the Glee Club and the Cultural and Classical Dance Club, and Dance Avenue, the joint concert of Sayawatha and the Pep Squad Hard Court.

Timeless

The weirdest technical problem occurred here. I cannot believe that what disrupted their performance was the curtain. The curtain. It won’t open. I mean, a faulty sound system would be a better excuse, but the curtain? And it happened twice. It’s just, well, weird.

I’m so proud of Anna!!! She sang “Part of That/Your World” solo and she did great. Cel, Macy and Shari sang well, too! Cel had the character of Cruela De Vil and Macy had her chin up like Mary Poppins. I don’t hear her voice much in school but now that I have, I can say she’s really good. And Shari!!! Shari, the girl who refuses to sing under any circumstance! I finally heard her voice! Great job Shari! 4-1 was really supportive too.

People kept me laughing this night both for the right and wrong reasons. First is Tim, Anj’s boyfriend. He kept on saying funny stuff about the “technical difficulty”. Then there was M and J. ok. Tus nalang ako dito.

Dance Avenue

We came in late, but just in time for Bries’ solo. I’m so proud of Bries. In spite of some asshole’s meddling, she still did a great job. We kept on cheering for her and shouting, “I love you hon!” in mockery of that asshole. “19 burgers!”, yeah right. I want to take dance lessons, but I don’t want to embarrass myself because I’m clinically uncoordinated.

After the Dance Avenue, JB, Pam S, Clara, Tin B and I went to the La Salle concert. The tickets were sold out though, so we went in without one. I’m not a fan of OPM rock (as I have mentioned a million times here) but I enjoyed myself, watching people. hihi. Yeah, that’s how pathetic I am, I watch people.

Anyway… my body hurts all over right now because I went wall climbing yesterday and I didn’t get some proper stretching done. My entire upper body is sore and I’m feeling this annoying tingling pain in my shin. I still wasn’t able to climb that blasted blue wall. Pfft.

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it's almost valentine's day and everything's red. buhlalungz. i just noticed. even friendster. valentine's is an ok holiday for me. but i just hate how everything turns senti and stuff. even the blasted radio station we were listening to when we were at power up. i mean, we are climbing walls, not dancing waltz. love songs with slow, dragging melodies are just distractions.

Posted by juliecious at 12:05 PM | ayos ah.

it's not meant to be

i wrote this lovely thing (well not really) about love day and it got swooshed away by the blasted but lovely (i just had to use the lovely adjective) pc. so there... i'm going to write what i remember i wrote..

i don't have much to say about valentine's day because as far as i'm concerned, this date is just my cousin's birthday as well as those of whose parents are insanely addicted to love that they opted for a caesarian delivery just to get their baby out on v-day.

then i wrote...

i'll write an extensive commentary on this valentine's day frenzy next time (i have lots to say about v-day afterall). i'll collect my thoughts and write a school worthy entry about it(i don't know if that'd be good or bad).

funny. it's like i rewrote the entire thing exactly as it was.

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my body hurts all over. i have bruises, my forearm is swollen, i have terrible dysmenorrhea and my heart is aching from bitter loneliness (i'm kidding about this one, promise.). i'm going to discuss (hehe, discuss talaga yung term eh) my injuries one by one:

|my bruises| i got these minor contusions on my knees from doing stunts during our free time in PE. i was practicing the butterfly and my knees kept on dropping on the floor because i can't hold them up high enough and long enough. i can do the triangle thing but when i'm done, i drop my knees hard on the floor. i even have this slight abrasion on my left knee. tsk, tsk. so much for clearing my skin out for summer...

|my swollen right forearm| i still haven't healed from wall climbing last saturday, and it even got worse. when i woke up this morning, i could barely move my arms and shoulders because they were really sore. it's like i spent a year in boot camp. yuck OA. di naman. it's not like i'm totally deprived of physical activity, it's just that i didn't do proper stretching. i think the swelling worsened because i use mostly my right arm to support my body when i do that triangle stunt.

|dysmenorrhea| that's just it. every girl's calvary.


hmmm... a lot of people are online tonight. it must be the v-day fever. OM! i totally forgot about the grammys!!! i'll end this here.

Posted by juliecious at 08:33 PM | 1 paid homage

THE day...

finally, after six agonizing months, three excruciating weeks of anticipation, and countless false alarms,

the UPCAT results came out.

UPISTA NA AKO!!!

is that even how you call people from UP? i don't care. i'm just so happy. my dream came true, i saved my family from financial collapse and secured my future with a reputable school.

i got my first choice,

BS PSYCHOLOGY.

like i said in my entry about the ACET results, my relatives don't care much about my course. they don't think it's a lucrative choice. they probably think i took psychology because it's an easy course to get into. shusme. i'd like to think it's not. anyway, their thoughts about me and my course don't matter much now. i'm too happy and consumed with all my super great emotions to bother about them.

so moving on... i haven't celebrated much yet, though (believe me, i shall and must celebrate). my parents don't even know of the good news yet. they haven't any idea that it is out now. all i've done today in celebration is to pig out and glorify myself secretly. i also sort of, kind of, treated gly and rache today to ice monster. i didn't bring enough money to treat everyone i was with. di naman ako ganon kakapal para mag-ready manlibre. hehe..

so anyway... on to super shallow stuff... i was walking, strolling around UP (more like from vinzons hall to palma) scoping for future male schoolmates (being the typical all-girls school girl that i am) and... well, let me just say that it's the only not-so-good thing about it. haha.

my parents are here already and i've told them the good news and they are insanely happy right now so i have to tether them down a bit. or we could all be insanely happy together. either way works.Ü

Posted by juliecious at 11:01 PM | 1 paid homage

the best week

i've had the best week ever, in spite of the seemingly omnipresent monsters that are hell bent on making the last few days of my high school life unbearable.

let's take monster number one for example:
This polymorphous creature can be as gentle as a teddy bear at one point, then, without any apparent reason could turn all grizzly-beary on the confused students, that is, if s/he hasn't already been agitated enough from the start.

Number two: ah... this one is a lot more predictable than the first, but his/her guilt-inducing litany of complaints can turn a student vehemently fighting for a good cause into a remorseful little chipmunk. i must applaud him/her for his/her convincing powers. s/he must be a life coach.

i got so pissed when our homeroom adviser started babbling about how a lot of us might not graduate (actually, she was so sure of it) and how all our efforts of getting into a good college will inevitably become fruitless, since, as i've mentioned, people might not graduate. she was saying stuff about haggling for some of our classmates' grades in the deliberation and how it was her "kahihiyan" to do so. like we owe it to her or something. she was saying how most of the people in that abominable list of "most likely to fail" students would need a miracle to graduate, when in truth (as our Physics teacher has confirmed) all they needed was a meager C- (which i'm sure they could get because i have so much faith in these people and i know them more than she does and i am well aware of their efforts...) to keep their summer vacation from turning into one big remedial class.

I chose to keep the identity of these individuals (except for that last one about my homeroom adviser which is already a give away) and make them androgenous at that because of this conceit driven trend of googling for oneself. i want to graduate and go off to college, thank you.

speaking of college, the reason why my week has been going on so greatly is the numerous perks that i have been (or will be) enjoying because i passed UP. everyone's just so nice to me now, and people have been calling to congratulate me and promising me great gifts, foreshadowing the great (i soooo hope so) school year that awaits me in my dream school. i checked the UPCAT results a while ago because i wanted to make sure that my name on that list in palma hall was not just a figment of my imagination. and thank God it wasn't. Thank God for everything. Thank You so much Lord. I love you.

I have decided to go to our Grad Ball because Pam Q designed this great looking membership card to the "Blue Batch Foundation" (or something like that) and i want one. i haven't found the cocktail dress yet but when i do, i'll upload it here.

Posted by juliecious at 06:22 PM | ayos ah.

it's my birthday i can cry if i want to.

S-H-E-E-E-E-T-T-T-T. i feel like shit. and it's my friggin' birthday tomorrow! i hate this f-ing feeling. the great feeling has worn out and it feels like sitting butt-naked on a red-hot boulder down the burning pits of hell. argh. you cannot measure how frustrated i am right now. and to cap it all, i watched this episode of gilmore girls where they kept repeating the line, "i'm a failure", so i realized, i am, too. i can't even keep a promise to myself. i've never been affected by this (not in my entire senior year at least) but i feel like it's time that i do get affected because it's the last chance i've got at having a friggin' yellow card. or even a blue one. whatever. or maybe i'm just feeling this because i'm worried that how i am performing now is exactly how i'd do if i studied. what if this is my limit? what if studying doesn't make a difference? what if i don't excel in college as i've always pictured myself doing? all these what-ifs are making me feel even more miserable so i'll stop now.

but school's definitely not what's making me feel all shitty inside. i keep thinking what could be causing this strange phenomenon, and i can't pinpoint one, just one of the weirdly bad things that've happened. and now that i've come to think of it, these things aren't even that bad! except that one when they told me that i might get my laptop a bit later than i thought, like mid-first-sem or second sem. gosh, i couldn't stop thinking about my laptop and now i have to wait for it a bit longer. but that's ok. i've waited all my life (since i found out about the existence of laptop computers), a couple more months won't weigh much.

anyway, on to better stuff...

yesterday was a great day. being with 4-1 has always been great, you know? i don't know, maybe 'coz we're great. anyway, we had our practice for PE, but for the most part, we just talked about grade school life. gosh, all that "bff jealously" and barkadahan talk... all too shallow now. as usual, Pam was ever generous with the food and stuff. our lunch included spaghetti, chicken bbq, pork bbq and that thing with ampalaya. we had ice cream and oreos and... i could go on forever. i love our routine. yep yep. humanda kayo rio's group. haha. then i went wallclimbing with cara and bongar. we had a great time though there was just the three of us. We even have a new crush now, we call him "Kuya". he's cute. and he has a GREAT body. he even took his top off when he climbed that über difficult wall in power up. ohhh. hotness on the loose!!! and he was super nice to us too, helping us with our harness and with our belaying... he saved my life from cara's amateur belaying hands. haha. joke lang Cara, bff naman tayo last friday eh.

ok. i'm done obsessing over how bad this day is. it isn't that bad afterall. i probably just got used to things going my way that a slight difference in my plans have gotten me down hard.

Posted by juliecious at 09:38 PM | 1 paid homage

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY I CAN...

crap. i'm like this self-obsessed freak who sings her own birthday songs... i kept singing that "it's my birthday i can cry if i want to" song, occasionally changing the lyrics to, "it's my birthday i can slack if i want to", "it's my birthday i can say what i want to" and whatever else my birthday warrants me to do. whoo.

Happy Birthday to ME!!!

whoohoo. i can go on and on. i know is said i don't like celebrating my birthday, but hey, what else can i do? it's here and there's no stopping it.

thanks to all those who greeted me and ignored me cleverly (and to those i wish were just playing the "i forgot, no i didn't" card on me). the winner of the prestigious "First Greeter Award" (side note: the winner will get to be linked to this entry and be praised by me incessantly) is... PAMELA MARIE QUIZON!!!

hay... i have never felt so frustrated in my life (no i have, but if you read my blog often, you'd know that i love to exaggerate; it's a blogger thing), and in fate's twisted way of running things, i got this irritating feeling on the night of my birthday!! do i not deserve a break from all this... crap, i was going to say something bad but it's my birthday and i'm all too zen (or at least i try to be). i hate "Mga Ibong Mandaragit". i know this statement is long overdue since my batchmates have all had their turn in bashing this hell-sent piece of history two quarters ago. well, it's just now that the book has taken it's toll on me, which is quite ironic 'cause i haven't been reading it since the second quarter. ugh. i have a theme paper due tomorrow and i'm thinking twice about passing it on time. deadlines. pfft. who the hell invented those anyway?

before i end this entry, i'd like to thank the people who made my 16th year on earth, well, my 16th year on earth (believe me, that's a good thing):

~ God. i have to thank Him for everything. He has been so good to me this year, like he always has.

~My parents. although i've had tough times with them (yep, i like blaming it on my raging hormones, although evidently, since i've stopped growing, i've gotten past this "difficult puberty stage"), i love them very, very much.

~Other relatives. they're there. they always are. that's nice.

~NiggaG (no, we're not as corny as we sound, promise. it was a joke! a joke!!!) i love these people. i can't imagine life without them. on the second thought, i can, and it's not a good picture.

~my barkada. although we don't hang out as often as we did before, i know these people are silently backing me up in whatever endeavor i stupidly try to undertake.

~4-1. i love my class. i love them so much that i'd commit a serious case of arson if anyone tries to pry me away from them.

~my other friends (those who belong to the "none of the above" category, but who are nonetheless ultra special) Ayla and Glynel are special callouts.

hay. i love my life. love it love it.

Posted by juliecious at 09:05 PM | ayos ah.