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Maybe I enjoyed it more because it was my last year or maybe I just enjoyed
it just because it was GOOD.



I'm going to miss this when I graduate.



But then again...there's always the option of going back, is there?



Kisses to the band aid committee who organized all of it, kisses to the teachers
for bearing with the so-called "horendous" music(I would like to insert that
this may be because they don't want any "hanky-panky" going on), kisses to
the manong guards(not real kisses anyway, pro'lly blown ones from 700 ft
away) for trying to check the stamp on our wrists to assure the band aid
that no crashers would come, kisses to the Head, Sr. Larry Trogo, for using
your resources and infinite knowledge of computer presentations and kisses
to my sister...you know, for my hair and make up... *grins *

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Maybe I enjoyed it more because it was my last year or maybe I just enjoyed
it just because it was GOOD.



I'm going to miss this when I graduate.



But then again...there's always the option of going back, is there?



Kisses to the band aid committee who organized all of it, kisses to the teachers
for bearing with the so-called "horendous" music(I would like to insert that
this may be because they don't want any "hanky-panky" going on), kisses to
the manong guards(not real kisses anyway, pro'lly blown ones from 700 ft
away) for trying to check the stamp on our wrists to assure the band aid
that no crashers would come, kisses to the Head, Sr. Larry Trogo, for using
your resources and infinite knowledge of computer presentations and kisses
to my sister...you know, for my hair and make up... *grins *

Happy Together

"Happy! I'm feeling so Happy! I'm gonna be Happy! Can't you see I'm Happy
now?"

--Squareheads: href="http://www.geocities.com/jc_brasil2000/lyrics/squareheads_happy.html">Happy



I don't know when that song became THE batch song. I only remember that I
first heard it through the mouth of my unfortunately tone-depraved sister
and then months after that, I heard it in my 2nd year section (I think).
Now I'm a senior, I'm still hearing it, and I still can't help but sing along.



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The baila was something that I didn't cath as much.



The dancing part though was one hella fun time.



Also it was one hella torture time for my feet. I was wearing my black high
heeled(for me it's high) boots because I generally don't like wearing rubber
shoes of any kind and I'm beginning to absoloutely despise open toed sandals
and so upon wearing it, I, as usual, lacked the proper amount of brain cells
to process that since today is the baila/dance concert I may have to dance
which would ask me to jump around and having all the oogli blubber out there
for the world to see and would have my feet in a right state of tiredness
to walk out on my body...on its own.



I know the litany, "You know, you should treat your feet the respect it deserves.
Treat it kindly and gently because you know you're going to walk on it forever
and you can't really live without it, and, guess what. Those little things
will deattach themselves from you and walk of into the ole blue yonder if
you don't start treating it the Podal Right it deserves"



*Thinketies*



It's a good thing my ankles are still attached to it.



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Just so that I can remember this as MY last fair in being a student in school
of the holy spirit. I *takes on priestly mode* will take time for a moment
to list down the daily snarks and snides of this day and hopefully not sounding
as if I'm overly...myself.

~~



Morning, woke up around 5:00 am. My Clie was sounding the alarm and the screen
showed "Fair" time was 5am to 5pm. So I woke up a little earlier than the
designated later: 530am in which I was supposed to be the first one taking
a shower and afterwhich waking up another person who is either href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Ekiddisaster"
title="poked her ass several times, still asleep">dead to the world,
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Sometimes, I wonder how my mom puts up with that, because I do it as well.
Then again, my mom has a high tolerance of morning bull shit from my older
sister that this would seem easier that topping Paris Hilton (not that, naughty
naughty) in an IQ test.

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Went to school. Someone got their braces removed. Visited the St. Arnold
Janssen exhibit in our classroom.



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Now I only went to the exhibit to...well...to put it as nicely as possible,
become human equivalent of a vacuum cleaner. I mean, the question there would
be to ask, Why else would anyone be there anyway?



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Now I was really really exhausted come around 9am so Techi and I went to
MMA to sleep. And boy did I sleep.



The bench there is probably 3/4 my width so any sudden movement can lead
to me eventually plopping belly down like a ball of weirdly curly haired
lard.



And eventually I took the position of the dead (hands clasped under under
the breast and having a stiff straight body),



I took the go up, turn the other way, lie down position.



And then I took the, don't play here, go away and piss off somebody else
position. I hate kids with passion.



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I eventually got fed up with the "many a sniggering jest" via people who
were keeping Techi company since I, being the bastard that I am, slept on
her and left her to fend for herself in the social decrees that one would
be a loser if they are without partner and released her into the wild Holy
Land.



Hehehe, she had fun anyway, and so did I.



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So, after that Corene and I ate *me=piggy piggy oink oink* and we both attacked
the bottomless drink food stand because the day was Satan's barbecue and
we were on the 9th level of deep dark and rather interesting hell.



I made plans with Elsa to meet up at the Ateneo fair. I was just extremely
moved to do something different for the day. The rather unfortunate thing 
though was when Pre and I got there, we eventually had to leave. Sad to say,
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So I didn't meet up with elsa.







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Eventually we got back the baila was okay.



The dance concert was FUN!



Where the people formed a circle, moving their bodies rhythmically to the
revved up beat, bumping into each other and not only having the beat in their
ears, but feeling it through their whole body as well.  



Sad to say, even a person with 2 left flatfooted wrongly beheeled black boots
wearing person that I am that was eventually gifted with 2 left feet and
no sense of rhythm:



DANCED MY FAT INDUCED LITTLE HEART OUT TO DANCING KINGDOM COME!!!



I wasn't good but (sorry if it comes of as mayabang/boastful) I wasn't the
worst one there who was shaking their booty and wearing something so...suman
like even if she isn't exactly...edible.



Mon actually pulled me to the center of the circle at one point, but I can't
dance being the center of attention. It would be too much for me, either
falling flat on my face or flat on my flabby bum... Hn... but I danced with
other people nonetheless.



~~



Sometimes I wonder what's up with me but for now, I have "Happy" in my ears
and a little extra. I love you all, tata!

Short version of the longer version I'm gonna post tomorrow.






∘Woke up at 4:49am. Wondered why. Remembered the supposed itenerary for the
day which was:

a. Go to Fil1 to do a medical check up along with my cousin,
her friend, my aunt and my mom.--Please note that thie examination had us
NOT eating 12 hours prior to the day of the examination for the blood test.
I didn't mind, it's sort of like a diet anyway.

b. Go to UP to do some morning walking. (rhymage!Ü This is for the losing
weight thing)

c. Go home.(to do some sleeping thing)

∘Cousin fetched us with her friend and her mom. I froze in their airconditioned
car. (Mind you, it's cold in the morning and they have their airconditioning
up to full blast...brrr...)



∘Went to F1. I, after the examination was finished, pigged out on the snacks
provided there. So did my "exercise mates". In matters of minutes you'd think
they were giving free money the way we were crowding around the snack bar.
We all assumed that we'd burn the fat of later in UP.



∘Change of plans. We, the non-old people, wanted to swim in Celeb. My aunt
and mom wanted to walk. So we dropped them off in UP. My cousin (along with
her friend) drove me to my house so I could get my suit, towel and undies.
Cutie-Cutie and Tootsie greeted us when we went in. Cousin marveled at the
"neatness" of my room, meaning: the blatant deficit of it in the damn place.



∘Went to back to UP to fetch the archaic ones(who were supposed to be burning
fatties). (Ü)



∘Went to Celeb. We swam, exercise and all that. I saw mommy and tita eating.
We(the young and fresh ones) were jealous.



∘After the abrupt swimming session (we got too envious). We sat on the table
where mom and tita were sitting in. We eagerly ordered food(sisig, waffles
ala mode, a slice of chocolate cake and black forrest cake). So yeah, we
ordered the special fat of the day.



∘After eating, we played badminton, (hoping to burn off the fat we consumed.
) At least, I tried to play badminton, I gave up eventually after realizing
there was a hole in my racket (I couldn't hit the shuttle-cock). My cousin's
friend joked that the hole was an imaginary one. Cousin joked that the hole
was the non-existent part of me that supposed to be athletic.



∘When we finished with Celeb (eventually gaining more fat than we lost).
My mom reminded me of the ACET results coming out. I blanched. I checked
my phone, Elsa suddenly
texts that she's waitlisted. My thought: Great, if someone smarter than
me is waitlisted, then I probably won't pass. I didn't talk the whole
car ride to Ateneo. My cousin and her friend were trying to cheer me up,
they failed, but it was a nice thought.



∘Went to the Blue Eagle gym. I couldn't look at my results so I stood about
5 meters away from it, I asked my cousin if she could look for my name. I
squeezed Norm's (cousin's friend) hand, looking forward for the worst. My
cousin came through the clearing. She mouthed to me: Waitlisted.

Now I can't speak for any of you who're waitlisted as well, but I was ecstatic
that I didn't get rejected by Ateneo. I hugged her, I hugged Norm. Eventually
people were beginning to stare (I didn't care but I eventually stopped).
I saw Mr. B. Cut. My mom called my cousin (mom was in the car) she asked,
cousin answered. They were all happy. I eventually texted my father kiddingly
that he better prepare the tuition for ateneo.

But I'm wait listed...shit... I hope I pass.



∘My companions were hungry again after that brief moment in Ateneo, so we
ate at cravings. (teh fatness again!)



∘We went to Ong Pin to buy tikoy. Chinese New Year will be on the 22nd, can't
wait for the Lauriat. We eventually bought the rice dough thing, some soy
milk and machang (Yum). So...we bought fat. Yay! Go *supposed* Exercise day!



∘When we were on the road. We saw this guy steal someone's earring. He then
put it in his mouth. Scary.



∘So...my companions were hungry again, we ate at KFC.



So today I ate more than I could chew (A shirt of I-8888888888888, should
be specially printed for me). I sorta-passed ateneo but not yet really and
I saw something get stolen in a creepy manner. Yay!

Quarterly tests tomorrow...wish me luck...Actually the tests started today, Accounting, Teen S.T.A.R. (a fancy name for Sex Ed) and Health. No big deal.

I just have to ask though, why didn't they just call it sex ed, what, are they afraid that we'd view this subject as some way of learning how to "get some". blabbing... ^_^ Later much...