Wednesday, February 28, 2007
days in full bloom
yipee!!! at last! we got rid of one terrible headache: oral defense for our lit crit in english.
it just felt so different that most of us who had undergone the excruciating process no longer feels troubled by whatever grade we are to receive. it just feels so good that we made it through the hole of a needle once again and now......
we're gonna graduate. and we're going to COLLEGE!
hahahaha.... :p
but part of reminiscing the memorable moments is our cute, little propped up intro for our presentation... here are just some quotes we uttered as we gave each panelist each a red rose. made by yours truly, me.. wahihihihi.. :p well, im a little tired of recounting what happened so ill just give you a glimpse.
and it's up to you to know the rest.....
perhaps, when our grades come.. hahaha.. :p [hope it's mataas! *fingers-crossed]
The Intro
A flower.
A symbol for beauty. For magnificence. And for wonder. It is an inspiration that makes us bloom fully into greater fields of majesty and radiance. So that we can also be the inspiration of others.
A flower.
A symbol for love. In all its faces. And In its universal and exceptional sense. A love that will forever be cherished as it heightens the fragrance of life and brightens up the shadows in one’s dreams.
A flower.
A symbol for life. For being. For existence. It is a bud where our fruits grow from and from where we find the splendor of our existence. It is a life that flourishes into a garden of wisdom, of beauty and of love, where our purpose is being harvested until the time we finished serving that purpose, and we wither and die.
At this point, let us take you to a moment when a flower is trapped in the confines of ruthless and work-driven Manila.
that's all and hoped you liked it!!!
aja! :p
posted by anthonette || 9:59 PM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
huling salita.
the tooth.fairy wishes anyone who had the privilege to read this blog to keep any private information, accidentally revealed, still in secret.
until the tooth.fairy graduates from her mixed heaven and hell kind of institution...
sa aking butihing pangalawang ina,
maganda na sana ang umaga kung hindi ka na lang pumasok. positibo ng aura ko noong araw na yon pagkat hangad ko na kahit sa huling buong araw ng aking pamamalagi sa aking pangalawang tahanan ay maranasan ang mabubuting bagay at kahit papaano'y manalaytay ang sarap ng halos buong buhay ko nang pamamalagi rito. pero ikaw ano ang pambungad mo? busangot. at isang malaking seremonyas tungkol sa stallion na pina-simple mo pa nung una na kunwari'y nagtuturo ka nang mga aral, parang isang pastor sa tuktok ng pulpito. maganda ang Mabuting Balita na hatid mo. nagustuhan ko, inaamin ko. pero sa palagay ko lang, hindi tama na gamitin mo iyon para sa maka-mundo mong pagnanais na mai-pamukha sa aming mahirap kami. at kasalanan namin kaya hindi ka tatanggap ng malaking kumisyon at mga papuring magpapalaki lalo sa iyong lumulobo nang tiyan.
unang puntos. sabi mo masyado ka nang maraming naibigay para sa amin at para bang kahit respeto ay hindi namin kayang ibigay sa iyo. aminado ako, konti lang ang respetong inilalaan ko sayo at iyon ay dahil lamang sa titulo mo bilang "guro" ko na mas nakatatanda ng malaki sa akin at wala nang iba pa. pero kahit sinong tao na tawaging ahas ay hinde irerespeto ang tumawag sa kanila nito. natatandaan ko pa nang minsang sinabi sa akin ng iba ko pang guro na ang tao'y bibigyan lamang ng respeto kung kaya niyang rumespeto. matanong nga kita, ano ang ginawa mo para maipakita mo sa amin na nirerespeto mo ang aming kahinaan? noong hindi naming kayang tustusan ang libong hinihingi mo sa amin? na katumbas ng isang linggong pagpapakahirap ng nanay at tatay namin na itatapon mo lang upang magkamal ng papuring hindi mo naman maidadala sa hukay? pasensya ka pero kahit bata pa kami, magulang na kami sa pera. at hindi kami ang tipong magpapasasa na lamang sa kung anong sabihin mo sa amin para lamang masunod ang iyong gusto. sabihin mo nang madamot. hindi kami nagdadamot. sa katunayan, ibinayad lamang namin ang dapat naming bayaran bilang aming pananagutan. kung madamot kami, hahayaan naming mamroblema ang klase sa pag-iipon nang halagang kukumpleto sa kota. pasensya na pero pratikal lang talaga kami. hindi kami basta-basta mapipilit na bayaran ang kung anumang bagay na alam naman naming hindi talaga namin mapapakinabangan.
ikalawang puntos. ang reputasyon na lagi mong ipinipilit na kailangan naming alagaan. sabi mo ang kagalingan ng krim ay hindi lamang sa akademya. ano ngayon ang ipinararating mo? na nakasalalay iyon sa perang itinatapon nila para sa bulsa ng iba? o sa perang dapat sana'y baon nila ng ilang linggo na ipagpapalit nila para sa panandaliang papuri at kaligayahan? para malaman mo, ang pagiging matalino at wais ay hindi nakasalalay sa kung sunud-sunuran ba ang isang tao sa nakakasakop sa kanya. nasusukat iyon sa katapangan ng isang taong handang lumaban para sa alam niyang tama. at higit sa lahat, iyon lang naman po ang ginawa namin. nais ko lamang namang linawin sa iyo na kuna may dapat man kaming patunayan, uunahin naming patunayan ito sa aming mga sarili. wala kaming pakialam sa sasabihin ng ba. dahil kung maniniwala kami sa kung anuman ang nais nila sa amin, habambuhay kaming mabubuhay sa kanilang anino at habambuhay nilang tatapakan ang aming pagkatao. iyan ang problema sa mga tao eh. tulad mo, masyado kayong nabubulag sa panadaliang aliw, sa panandaliang papuri, sa lahat ng panandalian. sabihin mo nga, uunahin ko pa ba ang pagbanggit sa aming seksyon sa bulletin kaysa sa pagbabayad sa aking matrikula? uunahin ko pa bang bumili ng gel na pampaganda ng imahe ko kaysa sa pagkain ko sa araw-araw? uunahin ko pa ba ang kung ano ang ikasisiya ng iba kung alam ko namang nahihirapan ang mahal ko sa buhay, ang aking ina na siyang tutustos sa luhong ipinagpipilitan mo? ano na ang nangyari sa simplisidad na itinuturo ni la salle?
ikatlong puntos. sabi mo naniniwala ka na magaling kami. at hindi mo kami pinagdududahan. pero ang masakit para sa iyo ay ang sinasabi ng ibang tao tungkol sa amin. nasasakatan ka rin. una sa lahat, kung naniniwala ka sa amin, kung alam mo sa sarili mo na hindi kami mahina, na matalino kami dahil hindi kami nagpapadala sa ka-impokritahan ng ibang tao o dili kaya nama'y sa kabulastugan na ipinipilit sa aming suungin, bakit mo kailangang makinig at masaktan sa sinasabi ng iba? bakit kailangang unahin mo silang dinggin kaysa sa sarili mong anak? bakit ba natatakot ka sa sinasabi nila tungkol sa amin? sabi mo pa, ginagawa mo ang lahat para maligtas kami sa kahihiyan. kung talagang mahal mo kami, bakit mo kami kailangang ikahiya? sabi mo na kilala mo na kami. sa tingin ko lang, hindi talaga. dahil kung kilala mo talaga kami, sana alam mo kung paano namin pinaghihirapan ang lahat ng aming ginagawa. kung paanong hindi kami natutulog para rito at kung ano ang isinasakrpisyo namin maabot lamang ang alam naming kagalingan namin. pero hindi, hindi nga namin binibigyan ng problema ang sarili namin, tapos ikaw, ang lakas ng loob mong pilitin kami sa bagay na hindi namin gusto. kung naniniwala ka na magaling kami, hindi mo na kailangang makinig sa iba para patunayan iyon. kasi kilala mo na kami. kasi alam mo at tanggap mo ang aming mga pagkukulang at ikaw bilang aming ina ang nagpapadama sa amin na awayin man kami ng buong mundo, lagi mo kaming tatanggapin kung anuman kami.
ikaapat na puntos. sabi mo naiintindihan mo kami. naiintindihan mo ba ang pakahulugan ng pang-intindi? una sa lahat, sabi mo suporta lang ang hinihing mo sa amin para sa stallion at hindi ito tungkol sa salapi, sige nga ano bang klaseng suporta ang hinihingi mo para maging matagumpay sa stallion? aba, sa tingin ko hindi naman ata rally o cheerleading squad ang hiling mo don. pagapsok namin ng klase, hindi "kamusta na ang buhay mo? ayos ka pa ba? alam ko namang mahirap ang pinagdadaanan mo pero kaya mo yan!" ang bungad mo. sa tuwina na makikita mo kami ang sabad mo lagi: "kamusta na ang solicitation mo? ayos pa ba ang nasososlicit mo? alam kong mahirap ang mag-solicit, pero kaya mo yan! basta magtanong-tanong ka jan at kailangang sa biyernes ay mayroon ka na. pag wala ka aabangan ko yan hanggang sa magkaroon ka. kahit manghingi ka na sa magulang mo para mapuri nila tayo. 'para sabihin nilang you are one among the greatest members of the cream of the crop!'. at pag di mo yan nagawa, wala kang grade." ano ka longganisa teacher? laging may kapalit? pangalawa, kahit mamatay ako hindi ko madadala sa hukay at sa langit na nakapag-solicit ako ng kinse-mil para sa aming stallion. wala naman yang ibibigay sa aking diploma o pambayad matrikula pag ginawa ko yan. wala naman akong mahihita dyan kundi purihin ng iba na para sa ngayon lang naman. bukas, pag may naka-kota na na iba, kakalimutan na rin ako at higit sa lahat, mabubuhay ako at ang susunod pang henerasyon ng aking pamilya nang hindi nagbibigay ng kinse-mil sa stallion na iyan. kung talagang naiintidihan mo kami at ang aming paghihirap, sana hindi mo na lamang pinansin ang sinasabi ng iba tungkol sa amin. sana kami na lamang ang kinampihan at ipinagtanggol mo. sana kami na rin ang kinapitan mo at hindi ang mga kaibigan mong walang hanap kundi tsismis. at sana kung talagang nanay ka namin, sana ipinadama mo sa amin na tanggap mo kami kahit pa kami ay kulang kulang. dahil mahal mo kami eh.
sana maka-graduate pa ako.
at pagdating ng panahon, ipapakita ko sa iyo.
na kaya ko.
kaya namin.
kahit di ka naniniwala sa amin.
basta naniniwala kami sa aming sarili.
at wala ka.
as the song says, some things are better left unsaid.
posted by anthonette || 12:20 AM
Friday, February 23, 2007
the letter 'l' has it all.
the letter 'l' has a way of complicating things.
life, for one, has already been complicated. the other three l-words that make life more and
more complicated are: loving, leaving, and letting go.
loving. it is
hard to love when you know from the start that there's some point in our lives that we have to
end it anyway. it is ahrd to love a friend whom you know will be taken away from you at the
end. it is hard to love a lover whom you know has no defined future with you. and most of all,
it is hard to love a point in our life that we know will end anytime fate forces it
to.
it is hard to love. but what makes it far harder is that it is the most
difficult to resist as one just feels the urge to burst out what one feels. and it is only
through love that anyone can feel content and completeness. as they say, it is easier to feel
a heartbreak than to feel nothing at all. pain makes you alive while the absence of pain is
just like dead and no longer dying.
leaving. it is a terrible heartache
to see a back being turned, knowing that it may take forever before it could face us again.
similarly, it is hard to turn your back to all the things that made you feel your presenc is
important, that made you feel alive and active, and that made you feel your essence as you and
not just any other individual. i don't know which is aching more-- a person leaving, realizing
that he or she has to go somewhere else without the people who would support his wings, or a
person left behind, dawning to him that he must fly although no one would support him and that
he is still far from the peak his fellows have reached.
letting go.
there are certain periods in life that we ahve to live in another world and learn to move away
from where we have used to be. there comes acceptance; acceptance that nothing in life is
permanent and that in order to progress, we have to move on and let go of the things we'd like
to keep. we own nothing in this world. what we have now will someday and somehow be taken away
from us. we will have to let go of the wonderful things and strive to find new ones. we have
to let go for as long as we keep on holding back, we can never be loved, left behind and let
go of newfound things. because technically, we've never allowed 'firsts' to start in our life.
posted by anthonette || 10:40 PM
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
the hearts day
the v-day
for an nbsb and hopeless romantic like me, this day is the worst.
but actually, who cares?
i know there's the little green monster growling within me whenever i see couples with flowers, balloons or whatever things that made me remind i don't have these sort of things..
anyway, i just ahd another v-day with my friends under the hot afternoon sun while playing dodgeball, sack race and three-legged-relay. in the morning, someone not special gave me a portrait of myself. they said it was sweet but hurtingly but honestly, it didn't even make my tiniest hairs in my nose rise up. it was okay. but it was... weird. (?) it just feels like no one really gave anything for me. i appreciate it, really but i'm just too.. too.. just not looking forward to it. hehehe... i even felt a little insulted. i don't know if he gave me that because i'm "likable" or because the likes of me need to realize that we are not pretty and even a portrait cannot perfect our imperfections. anyway, i really don't give a damn anymore. :p
the date
my date/s for the day are my friends. we went to the mall. did some eating at hot loops then parted for further dating moments with some of us who stayed at rob and some went to sm lipa. joycie was my date for the day. we no longer had any eating moment but we got crazy over stacks and stacks of clothes that we have to knock over to find our perfect power suit! woo-hoo! i accomplished the job faster than expected and i even got nice clothes. not the over-sa-oa ones nor the best-of-the-best but at least they are the ones, i prefer to wear. funny is, it's as if joyce and me are only friends when we are to fit or to purchase any specific clothing. once we get to the racks, we hit them by ourselves leaving each other to attend in our own quest. and if ever we find the perfect or the almost perfect or the supposedly perfect one, that's the only time we consult each other and talk about what we chose. i ended up purchasing 2 blouses, one a tee and the other a long brown blouse with sabrina cut style of neckline, and joyce bought two blouses and a pair of cute striped brown flats from sm dept store.
i just love shopping with my friends!
in this case, friend.
the goodbye
i got home at about quarter to eight in the evening. and my mother was not bothered that i go home that late. it was all part of the 'letting my child go' stage for her and i understood it. honestly, i enjoy it for at least, i am given the freedom to do whatever i like but set my own limits. anyway, i had a nice time with joyce. it was definitely a keeper!
and it dawned to me...
single life is not that bad at all!
however on the 25th of july, i have to keep my deal with april dawn and have a boyfriend to break the nbsb curse...
so 25th of july... here i come!
and for inquries, just text me at....
just kiddin'!
:p
posted by anthonette || 10:25 PM
Sunday, February 11, 2007
define gullible.
rizelle, rizelle, rizelle, my brightest and most cunning-est friend. made the clever-est valentines' gift for a single and hopeless and given-up-on-romance me. wanna guess what is that?
making me believe that berna's father is just beside them. when i called him you-know-who.
wow! it's definitely the rose on top of the bouquet! (for the dead)
anyway, it's nice and very funny, thinking that i felt remorse about it and that it was partly the reason why i don't feel like eating. wow! thanks chi....
you pulled it nice on that one!
and here i am... miss gullible.
i seek for revenge, miss you-raise-me-up!
wahihihihihihihi........
(^^,)..V
posted by anthonette || 8:38 PM
sorry for the inconvenience. still under construction.
gawd. i am so in trouble. bad shot again. i never thought he'd be there to keep up with his daughter and her groupmates. unfortunately for me, i never had the right instincts. oh yes. he was there. and the words i despise the most for this day are: "you-know-who". under the influence of harry potter, i just slipped and gave away my cruel thoughts about my friend's father. i really mean no serious harm, okay. i just want to ask how everything's going on while they were there. but unfortunately again, he sensed there was something more than what i mean. which is true. but at least i really didn't mean to offend him. arjae said rizelle could've been joking but i knew otherwise. and i know that what happened is very much possible to happen. oh gawd. i really feel terrible.
after that, i just continued eating my ice cream.
and typing away...
and finally as of 6.45 pm at sunset, i finished my part in chapter four!!! until reality dawns in, ooops! still a draft, still needs revisions. anyway, my inspiration for work are the two pints of cookies and cream and butterscotch selecta ice cream which i asked, begged rather, my mom to buy for me. oh gawd. it was bliss. it was a total sugar and chocolate rush!
due to my anticipation and dedication to finish the job, i didn't eat lunch until my mother came home from the grocery (at about..hmm.. never mind! think i lost my sense of time) and informed me that i was so absorbed in the computer that i didn't even eat my lunch! i didn't feel hungry anyway but i think it's still important to get my mind all worked out.
so this means chapter four is almost done next on the list: chapter 5.
i guess ensaymada isn't much of an effective idea. guess well just have to finish it.
posted by anthonette || 6:42 PM
Saturday, February 10, 2007
unmasking the promenade
the prom. it was good but not nearly that dream i would like to have. it would've been better if i weren't the emcee together with a loser who's an expert in making people feel like a loser. and i did. i terribly felt like one.
but all-in-all especially the dancing part, it was great!
oh come on! let's admit it.
i know my friends would be confused again of what i would say. but after what mr. smugy guy did, i felt like a dream prom would be asked by mr. kumag. i saw him dance with another girl and felt like he was looking at me but i didn't want him to see me look in his way. i don't know. it just felt like for the last time, i'd want to be dance by a person so memorable to me. it doesn't mean i have to go back liking him, it's just that i knew we had a slight currently disconnected connection that i somehow held onto, that somehow i felt would make us friends and keep wonderful memories together. but it was all a joke. a lie. i will never be memorable to him, when he was for me.
it hurts more when i knew for a fact, he was the first one i cried for.
maybe, i am really into him the day we became friends. but i did not regret refusing to him. i mean i can never be the perfect one for him, right. i just wanted to have that last dance. at least, a farewell one that i was not able to have that night. i drowned myself to the upbeat music and tried to forget thinking that dancing with me would somehow slip his mind. i just really want to have that last dance. to at least say goodbye. i never thought that our phone conversation would be the last. if i did, i would've made a special ending with it. and at least, i wouldn't expect anything from him especially that last dance.
i guess we're both in a dream we really don't share.
i know my friends would blab about how weird i am because i don't know who i really like. and probably insist that i am dipped into regret again. i just want to make it clear, that i don't feel that way. it's just that i really held on to the thought that he would come to me and ask me, if not the last, but at least a dance. just to say goodbye from each other. i don't ask for anything else. just a simple dance. a memory i would bring as i move on.
the good thing is, i became an angel to another person. at least , he told me that he was glad to have me to dance. he may not definitely be a person i would like but it's good to feel that you are wanted and that you made one dream come true.
and for my final dance....
i had it with my bestfriends.
i may have grown weary of them since i have been with them for years, everyday of my life. but sooner or later, i know they are the ones ill miss the most. sooner or later we are to move in separate paths, take different courses and meet new people. sooner or later, we are to say goodbye.
and then i realized, i have someone to share my dream with.
(^^,)..V
posted by anthonette || 1:07 PM
Thursday, February 08, 2007
the stupid status message
the most pathetic words of the century that overthrew that of the gravitation-is-not-responsible-for-falling-in-love theory :
"sino ba talaga sa kanilang dalawa..... naguguluhan talaga ako kung sino ang mamahalin ko........hay bakit ba kasi sabay pa kayong dumating sa buhay ko..... ang hirap magdecide........ kung sino ang mamahalin ko?"
eeeeeewww. excuse me but count me out.
i get it! the reason why you were so pissed off was because your some sort of a girlfriend just got very very jealous coz you're escorting two girls! and now you're confused whether you'll choose me or her. oh poor you, little donny boy. i pity you for the tragic dilemmas of your dramatic and pathetic life. how pathetic.
excuse me but you can count me out you know. you don't have to give any stupid reason that you are confused between two girls. first of all, i don't care if you like me and having me in the picture which both of you have been there before just makes life more tragic for you. second of all, i don't want to share any picture with both of you. i am kind and understanding and polite but you can never ask to be in favor of you again. third and most especially, i am more beautiful than the girl you chose before. no wonder why i got you confused.
thanks for the attention but i really don't crave for any.
and may i inform you, you just asked me to e yur prom date. it's no biggie! so stop falling for me. fall for someone else. i don't need to share you from anyone anyway. you are definitely not worth sharing.
get lost.
don't go jaw-dropping on me.
:P
posted by anthonette || 6:47 PM
stage advisers
oh and by the way. i don't need your adviser to push you to escort me in the entrance. and your adviser has just done something to piss us off. if she thinks ill overly react if you won't escort me, excuse me but im not as overrreacting as her when we refuse to work for a useless and worthless organization.
posted by anthonette || 6:33 PM
when i met mr. smug-slash-chinito-slash-loser boy
i regret writing about him in my blog. such a waste!
i mean, you don't have to take me if you don't want to. it's not as if i am forcing you to do it for me and besides, in the first place, everything had just been simpler if you didn't come into the picture.
i thought that for the first time in my highschool life, i met the guy i have been looking for. but now, i just realized: first instincts were never right. and if i could just turn back the time i wouldn't have said "yes" to you, anyway. gawd. im so gullible. he's such a mean fouly bastard who does nothing but pretend as if he's an innocent guy with the purest but lousiest concerns for other people.
f-y-i. i don't need you. i can take care of myself, thank you.
i mean, looking back, jonathan never treated me that way. even if he was a chickboy, he admitted that and never did he pretend as if he was the very very nice boy-next-door. patrick may have been a little naughty especially during our chit-chats but he was never that disrespectful and very very mean.
i meant to tell you that you are one lucky bastard for having me agree to you. i would have said yes to the others, whoever would but i didn't. and gawd i am so darn foolish for falling into your trap. excuse me, but i will have fun tomorrow night. and no one especially you can stop me.
kenji told me i should not make this a big deal. i mean, if he were to see this, it'd be like feeding his ego. and most probably, he'd think that i am head-over-heels for him. hello?! i may easily fall for someone, but i can be easily displeased.
but of course, it'd be a little mean if i push you away tomorrow. ill just wait if you'll come or not. if not, i'd smile my best smile and enjoy the evening.
you're not one of the reasons i'd enjoy the evening anyway.
you could've been one but honestly, you just lost yourself brownie points.
i don't know if you were just not in the mood during that time and you meant no harm for me, but you are still a kid. you really don't know how to treat girls right.
no wonder i never heard anyone linked to you.
then, i really won't care after i write this. i don't care if you want to be your "little Ailene" would be yur partner. damn, i don't! perhaps, i just wanted to blurt everything out that's why i wrote this. because honestly, it makes me feel pathetic that you made me feel pathetic when never in my entire life has done that to me. i mean, i may have said the cheesiest lines to some "other guys" but they never made fun of what i say. i can feel from them that they really took it seriously.
if you don't care, i won't. you can count on me for that.
well, good luck sucker.
don't go jaw-dropping on me, tomorrow.
it's enough revenge for me.
:p
posted by anthonette || 6:04 PM
Monday, February 05, 2007
pointlessness to ponder
it's just so weird to get my tongue-tied when i talk about you-know-who. i don't know. i admit i am really too fast to fall for someone especially since i had an affection for that person before. i just stopped myself before it goes too far. all of it was just like a joke.
i never imagined that the joke was on me.
but i knew for a fact, that things are too late. for the first time in my highschool life, i found someone worth of attention. someone you'll find so super duper hyper when you see him but manages to take ahold of the intense situation (mmm...dyahe!). someone nice and sweet and thoughtful.
but of course, things are not meant to go on...
i can feel that it's alot better to be friends. i like him, i do. but not "like like" him, owkei? but i just feel a little disappointed because i knew, after the prom, everything would be back to normal. normal as in.. as if nothing ever happened. i knew that maybe there would be little hi's and hello's back and a little chat through ym but after that, there's no point to say anything to each other, seriously. i knew that i had to say good bye and that i would find someone new, same goes with him. i knew it'd be an experience but it won't be that lasting memory as anyone would want it to be. i knew it won't be that page in our scrapbooks and will only be a footnote from our own stored-in-memory diaries. it won't be that special. but what's the point of making it special, anyway?
so ill just enjoy the rest of the day as long as the sun has not set... yet.
which is to happen anytime now.
guess i have been wrong once again. i have fallen for the same old crap. but i won't let myself be affected too much.
cheers for me! for my bestfriends [sibs]! for my fantasy date list! and for that lucky bastard for having a once in a lifetime opportunity of having me as his date. lucky you. poor me. :P
posted by anthonette || 7:41 PM
Saturday, February 03, 2007
scissors, paper, and clay
this weekend had been a peyton-ic weekend...
new blog. thanks to my dearest and music-addict-morphed-into-patroness-of-art friend, arjae. she has the extreme talent at blog-making. imagine having finished a new blog for hours when it takes weeks and months for me before i could make one for myself. so just like joyce, i asked for a very early birthday present..a blog. i think phoenix would definitely crave for this present!
i never wondered that my mom would be that "crafty".
aside from the terrible deadlines that need to be met by this week and the write-ups for the stallion blah..blah..extra work, the prom bugs my mind alot. i never really imagined myself making anything that requires extreme creativity, let alone a mask i would wear with the gown! i tried conceptualizing and planning but i am afraid, i'm only good at those things. the concept is grasped. the execution quite questionable.
but then, my ever-optimistic and bright and sunny attitude told me to go on and believe in myself, be trapped in my reverie and illusions that i could make one "wearable" mask. so i planned. i conceptualized. i made use of my creativity instincts and tried to bring out a hopefully, colorful, new and creative.. me.
and it ended up...
the only materials i thought of for my mask was white paint, white glitters, silver glitters, white sequins and glue. i think it's enough but thinking more closely made me think twice. i felt i was just about to make a star. it's prom right? not a holiday presentation. it might win me a prize, though.
i just can picture out the moment my name was announced........
"the most peculiar and 'seasonal' mask for prom award goes to....
how Lasallian-ic.
however, in the midst of my hopelessness, there came the star.. my mother! all she did was to volunteer for the job and took over. she even pushed me away to deal with the write-ups than touch her precious little creation. fine by me. i gave up trying to find any future with Creative 101 lessons, anyway. so i just ended up with my pal, my pc. but before totally submitting myself to computer work i threatened my mom... "basta pag nasira yan...........ayusin nyo."
later on, my mom called me up. she told me to look at the progress she'd made. i was shocked! gawd. it was great! it was greater than the concept i have thought of. it was not the star of david that could be seen from far, far way nor the mulawin-inspired feathery-fur-y mask projected last time during the practice for failure. it was wonderful. it was not at all extravagant and attention-seeking but it was at least something you'd be proud to wear. it'd be something you'd use to feel good about yourself. it was simple. it was....... me.
although the theme was white.
and now, i don't care about my mask anymore...
ill just leave it all to my dearest and picasso-in-the-shadows mom.
(^^,)..V
posted by anthonette || 10:26 PM
Thursday, February 01, 2007
what makes a nice holiday
ill give ten remarkable reasons why tomorrow is the perfect-est holiday ever:
1. waking up early to go to school
i thought i'd wake up at around 10 am at least. but guess what? it just feels like it's a school day. great.
2. making the investigatory paper to be submitted in the afternoon
thinking that the holiday might postpone the chance of submitting the total experiment for disaster, we were just disappointed at the end
3. starting to write a 15-page approximately chapter 2 which totally tears your eyes out
it's the start of sleepless nights just to accomplish a paper that will be nothing but the major and ultimae threat to our future.
4. market-going for mask-making
a prom which is supposed to be a time to go away from stress, is now causing me a headache!
5. walking miles away from my house just to cross the street
imagine, walking twice a day 10 meters away from home just to go to school just directly across the street. it definitely adds the cherry on top of this bright new year
6. longing to be home early not for teevee but for typing the thesis again
death for a teevee addict after days of all-out no teevee for thesis-making
7. sleepless nights just to finish my thesis
another quarter of partnership with my friend, coffee with sugar and no milk.
8. grammar-illiterate dudes and dudettes who write senseless things for their yearbook
what is i dislike you? if you don't like our section, i also don't like you... even a strand of your filthy hair. thanks for the dedication anyway!
9. armalitic voice of my editor-in-chief
dramas with "for crying out loud" quotable quotes and eerie tiny sounds and grunts which can crush any person's eardrum.
10. missing somebody
no comment. :p
gawd. this definitely makes my day!
post with obvious sarcasm. support the "do it the bright and sunny way" movement.
posted by anthonette || 7:59 PM