To Be A Silent Killer

Bago ang lahat, mananawagan muna ako

Mga panawagan: Sa pinsan kong si jm/jeem, magreply ka naman para malaman ko kung UST ka na o hindi; Sa  aking mga kaberks, paano na ang ating outing?; Sa aking mga magulang, nasaan na ang ating puerto galera? Nasaan??!!; 6ft at IV-1, miss ko na kayo!

Ok. So ngayon lang ako nakapaginet after 1 month. Since napaka outdated na nitong blog ko, bibigyan ko kayo ng overview sa buhay ko. First, last March 20, 2005, I graduated from HS. Yey! Tapos na rin ang "kalbaryo sa physics" ika nga ni Cara.  Ok, ano ang nangyari sa akin after grad? Wala. May tao akong hinintay na bumati sa akin ng "Congrats", pero wala. Wala talaga. Sa totoo lang, pinilit ko pa syang batiin ako makalipas ang ilang araw. Tsk. Second, nung Holy Monday, nanood kami ng Senakulo sa OLA, which, unfortunately during that time eh pinapangarap kong nandun ako.  Tapos, Holy Tuesday, after ng  release of cards sa school at pagsabay sa aking two lovely kabarkadas sa Rob East, dumiretso na kami ng family ko sa Baras, Rizal. Sa pinakamamahal na chicken farm ng aking pinakamamahal na lola't lolo. At due to unexplainable circumstance, unfortunately na naman, hindi ako nakasama sa aking mga magigiting na orgmates sa pag-aayos nung stage para sa Easter Sunday Mass. Pero may kakaibang experience naman akong naranasan sa kabundukan. Sa salubong sa simbahan ng Morong, Sabado ng gabi ito naganap. At sobrang nakakatawa kasi natapat kami kay San Andres. Shusmi. Musta naman sa pagpapatugtog ng Chocolate habang nagaganap ang prusisyon? Ang ikatlong highlight naman ay ang pagbisita ko sa mahal kong UST. Yey! Nakapgconfirm na rin ako sa kursong Komersiyo (Commerce). At nag-enjoy naman ako sa aking pagdalaw doon. Hindi naman naging istragel ang pagpunta doon at ang paghihintay dahil it pays to be just on time sometimes.  Syempre, hindi mo maiiwasang makakita ng mga kalalakihang nabibiyaan sa face value.

Ok, so dito muna ito magtatapos! Hanggang sa muli! (Kelan kaya ulit yun? )

Ok, I never thought I would be able to write here again today. It's too soon. Oh well, just last Tuesday, I did not have a good day. Why? Because the first thing on my to-do list this summer is now marked with an X. My dreams are now shattered!! Darn. Ok, maybe I'm just overreacting, but, the hell, what's wrong with enrolling myself into a dance class this summer at UP? None. Yeah, none. Well, not until I mentioned to my dad that I will be enrolling for good. Ok, it ended there. And until now, I'm still not talking to him the way I used to. Yeah, maybe you'd say I'm rude. But I can't help myself, but to get even with him by not talking or at least talk to him when theres a need. But somehow, my conscience is eating me now.  Know what I want? Simple. I just want to have a great break. I mean, don't I deserve it? This is the summer after my HS life. And I'll be going on to a different life in a few months time. I want to be with my orgmates in our summer overnight outing at the end of this month. I want to be with my barkada and our families for a family-barkada outing. I want the Puerto Galera with my family  to happen. I want to enroll in a dance class and kickboxing class. Yeah, I know it's too much. Where will I get the money? Pero isa lang dyan, kahit isa lang, masaya na ako. In short, gusto ko lang na may mangyari sa summer ko. Get it?  Why can't I make it happen, even if I know I can?

Last Sunday, it was not a very good day for me. It was just so bad to the point that I don't want everyone to type it here for everyone to know. Well, in case you're interested I can tell the whole story to you personally. It's not only a bad story, but a funny one also. And because of that happening, I slept at around 2am of the next day. And before I slept, I prayed and cried because I really can't take what's happening. Well, I cried not just because of what happened that Sunday, but for what happened the whole week. I was just so thankful that Kuya JC listened to me and took away the heavy feeling I have inside. So when I woke up Monday morning, I was then relieved and happy. To end this,  I just want to thank Kuya JC for always being there. Listening to my grieves and senseless stories.