Now what?

If only...

I dealt with the morning with such a lousy expression in my face. So instead of waking up as early as before, I stepped outside our door and wait for a jeepney to stop at around.. 8:30. Fortunate for us, our school guard don't give out "tickets" (the colloquial term for the sheet for late comers). I really don't know what am I suppose to do in our school other than seating while having fun with my bestfriend (cellphone) and watching the "Lobby" of each 3rd year section. Faculty won't let us have our clearance sheet be signed. Yeah right. It's their time to have fun after calculating and getting depressed with our grades, and forget their problems for a while. It's High School day, so everyone should have fun.

After our successful stage presentation yesterday entitled "Lobby: Grabing Galet" with the total sales of around 700 php, which will be given to a charity of some sort for children. Hey, if you think I'm boasting, I'm certainly don't. We had fun, we gave our best, and we're satisfied. That's all. I would like to acknowledge everyone who watched the play. Thank you so much. ^^

Time's running so fast; it's near the end of this school year, and will be the time to say goodbye for the Seniors, the Zephyrus. We will miss them, of course. Congratulations, folks.

That reminds me. It's been exactly a month after the last time I uttered your name. Maybe it's time for me to explain my side why I have done that.

February 21, 2009. A much awaited day everyone bragged about for over 3 years. I witnessed everyone's glamor for a short while, including you. You were there. You were dressed very well. It's as if everyone was having fun, except you. Why? You're sharing on the same table with your boy. Now what? Too lousy to stand, to enjoy, to dance? What a fair reason. Even your cousin who has been with you and have known you for over three years have never had a chance to take you in the dance floor for only night? How pathetic. Worst yet, she's my friend. And the best one, too.

3 days later. Here comes a stranger, or should I say, strangers if you include the gibberish hunchback, guitar-freak guy and mind-cleaner, brainwasher, stupid influencing girl that keeps sticking on her until she take control of human's puny brain. How I wished suctorial craps should have never existed. They suck. Disgusting. I must say the stranger I was referring to was friend, so I'd not saying anything against him; however, he's a timid, boring person so you'll regret if ever you'll be with him. Beware. And, guess what. He's my cousin's ex. And he's the only male to have ever touched her rears. Quite adorable, but not for me. =/ It sounded like a bit humiliating. Just because of the stupid girl I mentioned earlier, this experiment was made possible in the TLE lab. Gosh.

Hey, It's your monthsary today. Aren't you celebrating? Well, you should. It's your happiness, isn't it? Oh, I'm sorry. It was also a monthsary which is not supposed to be celebrated. It was nullified. Why? because it's the day, when I started ignoring you. Isn't that what you wanted?

...you were here.