Those last three weeks in December can be described with only THREE WORDS:
Tiresome. (again.)
Adrenaline Rush Prone.
And, of course,
VICTORIOUS ! ^^.
To make myself clear, I’m gonna make a short summary of each day that I failed to mention and post in my blog (sorry anyway, Bloggie !).
December 13 (Christmas Party/Riot)
All of my classmates were thrilled. Who wouldn’t be when you get to have a Christmas Party (though the classroom where we were assigned to do our party sucked)? Other universities can’t have one so we were among the lucky ones to be able to celebrate.
I brought along a camera to capture the moments to be treasured in the future andfor the compulsory passing of documentation about the party (besides, we’re afraid of the notorious SANCTIONS).
The Jabawalkers actually planned an aftershock outing but we were too tired to roam around the city so we rested in the Eagle office instead. I for one was really looking forward to that planned outing but then the low battery of the camera discouraged me otherwise.
But in the end, I enjoyed it though we were irritated yet again by “M.H.P.I.T.W.” (she definitely is an A-Hole. ^^,).
December 14, 15 and 16
PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE.
The Kinema Cum Kinetics contest in the Literary part of our Intramurals week needs a lot of it-and that is exactly what us participants are doing within these days. Filled with late-arrival-at-home-resulting-to-scolding-sessions-with-grandmother days, tiring whole-day practices at HE 104 (which is located far enough to make me catch my breath), and lessened privileges to enjoy the different events during the day. But despite our fatigue, we learned a lot of techniques which can be very useful in the near future if our upperclassmen will graduate leaving us the responsibility to guard our colleges’ throne as the grandslam champions. And we really know that its gonna be WORTH IT. (:
December 17
Finally, the day of the Literary competition has arrived. In the morning we had only 3 hours of preparations and practice. I can tell that all of us were not prepared but had no choice but to be. We had our early lunch and then did make-up. The competition took place in the USEP Social Hall. Our event started at 2:00 pm. All in all I can say that we were good. Based on the audiences’ reactions and the huge applauses we get right after we built a structure, we were confident but at the same time unsure of our victory.
The evening program was concentrated on the Musical Contests. M AND MY FRIENDS WATHCHED THE singing & dance contest and the MTV Spoof. It was all so hilarious and we didn’t mind going home late at night because of the entertainment value of the show. Besides, after the program, they announced the winners of the Literary event… and, WE WON. WE ACTUALLY WON !
As we (Gem, RM, Karin and Me) were walking to the main highway to ride our respectful jeepneys’ homeward-bound, my mother texted me to wait for her at the kanto Conpinco because she was going to fetch me. It occurred to me that it was my golden opportunity to actually show her how hard it is to find a jeep for me to ride on at that time of night & to make that the proven reason for my late arrivals at home.
But then, she invited me over to join her friend to Torres Street (the street better known as A Drunk’s Paradise. Haha !). I was shocked-completely but at the same time thrilled. Thrilled to think about the possibility to finally see my mom get drunk. (:
With their foreign pals, my mom and her friend drank-and I did too, of course. Well, its not my fault…Actually, my mom let me finish her bottles (which were only half-empty ! But I didn’t mind. --,). I noticed my mom; when drunk, is very HYPER and ECCENTRIC. That didn’t surprise me. I was dizzy as I crossed the street to hail a jeep at around 12:45 am. At home, only a little scolding took place. Akward. But that’s good, right ?hahaha…
December 18 and 19
Nothing much happened, I guess.
I woke up late (as usual and as expected) and with a hangover. I had a lot of chores to do and I was tired.
Tired of doing nothing.
Though I did a lot of things, it meant nothing to me.
Everything at present was a blur. But anything I remembered from yesterday was so clear to my remembrance.
This just means that happiness leaves a mark while sadness is just plain unmemorable. That is, however, according to me. Results may vary.
December 20
MY THINGS !
Lying there in the depths of the Eagle Publication office are my things !
HOW COULD I ?!
(--,) haha…DRAMA QUEEN. XP
When I woke up I planned to go to school to get all of my stuff so that I can arrange and study them (whatever action is necessary).
My friends told me that Mr. Not Happy was there, too. I , like any other lovesick teenager, got excited to see him. At the covered court, the Christmas party for the Nograles scholars met.
I don’t want to go on and describe this day. All I want to say is that this day was quite… NERVE-WRACKING and EYE-OPENING.
Realizing the things I have been doing to him and for him and how these things were invisible to him but very painstaking to me was quite…I dunno…STUPID,I guess.
December 22 and 23 and 24 (in the morning)
DAWN MASS
“SIMBANG-GABI”
Or as what the teenagers of today call
“EARLY-MORNING-FREEDOM-TO-CHIT-CHAT”
Me and my bestfriend planned to attend this king of mass at every 4:30 am at the nearby church St. Joseph. Though we didn’t complete all 9 mornings, it was okay for us. We just want to sacrifice even just 3 mornings for god. Some people just want to complete those for the rumored wish-come-true effect. I think that myth just alters the main thought and reson for attending dawn mass. You should attend it to commemorate our Saviours’ birth for our salvation and doing a sacrifice of your own for Him.
As we listened to the on-going mass, I looked at the faces of the teenagers present there, too (which was, like, half of the population). They were not paying attention to the homily but to their friends’ stories and etcetera.
UNGRATEFULNESS.
I am sometimes guilty of this kind of sin, mistake or fault. It makes me want to ask God why He saved and why He loves us when our attitude is like this. But i believe that we should not question His love for us but otherwise, we should be very thankful and love Him just the same…even more if we could.
December 24
Our home had trouble finding the Christmas spirit.
Me and Jhay Anne went to Mana Davao (in vain) to do some picture-taking.
We had our Noche Buena at my Aunt Marilyn’s house. It was bountiful. We lacked spirit. All in all, it was just in spite of and not because of.
Yes, I got a lot of gifts, but those who gave me and my other relatives gifts were the ones who didn’t even receive. It made me feel awful. But it made me determined to study hard and finish it so that I can have a job. And when I do, I swear I’m gonna give gifts to everyone. Young and old. Naughty and nice. (:
December 25 (Jesus' Birthday)
I had no sleep. Which made me cranky.
My job was to eat all the leftovers (this has been my job over the Christmas vacation anyway. ).
I played with the laptop like crazy (because of a certain game called “Ravenhearst”…CURSE YOOOOU !)
And most of all…
It’s the day of His birth.
And all I want to say is…
THANK YOU.
SORRY.
I WILL DO MY BEST. (:
December 26
The aftershock celebration.
Me and my cousin went to the movies. We watched “Dalaw” and “Shake, Rattle and Roll 12”. It was fun. (:
But then again, I got tired. I grow tired very quickly these past few days. And I don’t know why.
December 27
The Start of a Brand New Kind of Pain.
My right hand just surprisingly hurt. I can’t even move my thumb because of the pain. It hurt like hell.
While I was resting, it occurred to me that I haven’t done my assignments yet. Then I thought of writing only to find out that I cannot even carry the pen !
To do what you really want to do but can’t because of muscle pain is really quite a nuisance. Especially if you’re on a deadline.
The lessons I learned from this injury of mine are:
NEVER PROCRASTINATE (anymore).
NOTICE THE IMPORTANCE IN THE THINGS THAT YOU NEVER THOUGHT WAS IMPORTANT.
My injury also taught me how to use Lefty-my left hand more often. It did a lot of things that Righty did before. I think it served Lefty some justice. But to me, Lefty’s justice is painful.
You happy now, Lefty ?!
December 28
It’s my grandmother’s birthday. Yippee. DUH. As if I care.
Oh, to think of it. Yah, I do ! I care about the food anyway.
Hidden grudges don’t just disappear because it’s the persons’ birthday, you know.
Some of my cousins came to our house for dinner. Chit-chatting is one of my favorite things to do with them. I just hate it whenever I get distracted because I need to do chores.
The climax of this days’ event was definitely the FOOD. I ate Brazo doe Mercedes jelly roll which is equivalent to heaven. I also chowed down my grandmother’s famous Bam-i.
and right now, I’m starting this blog entry. Maybe I’m gonna finish at around 4:00am. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not yet sleepy anyway. This is the result once you get addicted to blogging and Ravenhearst. (SIGH)
Posts
