Metmet Aportadera
Philippine Science High School-Western Visayas (2011)
University of Sto. Tomas
18
I'm really not sure exactly who I am.
But whoever is reading this has access to my innermost thoughts.
So I'll let them decide.
Sony Vaio Duo
Sony Xperia Z
Machiavelli Chocolatier Chocolates
Pandora Charms
A Trip to Paris
New Accomodations
Serenitea Gift Certificates
Bizu, Cafe Macaron, or TWG Macaroons
In a previous post, I wrote about our Foundation Day. The 2nd day is Family Day. My parents couldn't come (of course); They were too busy with their clinics. But most relatives of people in the "Pisay Community" were there. Including someone with a confirmed case of (A)H1N1. This means all of us were in contact with someone who has swine flu. In other words, we are all on a 10-day isolation/vacation. I want to go to Manila but my parents won't let me. I probably won't post for this period of ten days because I'll be cleaning my room. Once it's picture perfect, they won't be able to say no to me. Actually, my reasons for wanting to go to Manila are really shallow. I saw these shoes in SM City but they didn't have my size. I checked in Robinson's, SM Delgado and Gaisano but none of them had those shoes stocked. They were Converse black and pink peep-toe flats. I'm a size 7. They only had 6 1/2 (a bit too small) and 8 (way too big). And I also want to buy Luxe and Envy. They're these books I saw in Fully Booked but I couldn't buy them because if I did, our luggage would be overweight (which is really unfair because planes have so little baggage allowance and so expensive fines when you packed too much). I'll stop blogging now so I can go clean my room. How the hell did I end up with so many clothes? I don't remember buying half of the stuff in my closet and I have no idea why I would have bought them. Must have been gifts. Ugh. That means I can't just throw them away or donate them...
I celebrated my 14th birthday yesterday, July 13, but the party was held last Sunday, July 12. The venue was Westown Hotel and El Dorado Water Park. Myrtle, Abbie, Erika, Jasmine, Justine, Ken, Nadya, Diana, Jessa, and Wendy were there. x_x This makes my birthday sound tres boring. I'll start over from the next paragraph.
My ass still hurts. I swear we must have gone on the water slide at least a hundred times. The pain in the butt is so worth it. Going on that slide was just too much fun. I was cussing when I wasn't screaming my head off. Ronna and Myrtle even slid headfirst (after I pushed Ronna the first time so she didn't have a choice). I was too scared to try that... Maybe on Ronna's birthday. I told her to celebrate at Centennial. They have bigger water slides.
My mom and I picked up Ronna and Nadya on the way to the party. When we arrived, we found Jessa and the twins already there. Nadya (being her natural Keo J self) wouldn't swim. Nevertheless, the rest of us showered and entered the pool by sliding in. Later, the others arrived. Diana and Jessa stayed on their own, talking about one of the freshmen. I sensed some hostility between Myrtle and Jessa... Oh well, it's none of my business.
I stayed mostly with the ASIL crowd (with occasional checks on how Diana and Jessa were doing) until we had to eat. (No way I was gonna waste my birthday party doing something we do everyday at school.) We slid, chased each other, went on the slide, splashed each other, screamed on the slide, hid from a guy that seemed weird, discovered more sliding techniques, relaxed in what I hope wasn't Justine's gas, and expressed our extreme appreciation for the slide.
Once we got a bit tired, we went to the function room. I took pictures with my cake (to be edited in photoshop and put on picasa), balloons, etc. Then, the food; There were Steak Sandwiches, Pad Thai, Mandarin and Shrimp Salad, and, of course, cake. We were still hungry, though, so Nanay and Tatay ordered Seafood Pizza, Lengua, Sotanghon and Crispy Pata. I sat with my PhilSci classmates. Myrtle and Erika got cold and ended up hanging out in the restroom, under the warmth of the hand dryer.
After that, we went swimming again. We played Ice Ice Water (freezetag) and Doctor Quack-Quack even though our lips were purple. Then, they got hungry and went in to eat. Jessa was about to go home when the ASIL crowd was eating; Diana, Jessa and I played Ice Ice Water and took a few pictures. Jessa went home and Diana changed to her street clothes. Not before, she jumps on me on the slide and we ended up sliding together even though I was scared of doing that. (I was screaming "You bitch! You bitch!!!" because I was so scared and mad.)
Myrtle, Ronna, Kai, Abbie, Jasmine and Justine eventually came back and we played some more. Then, Nanay said it was getting late and it was raining, etc. Anyway, she told us to change and go back inside already. We decided to end our swimming by (what else?) sliding. I had already faced one of my sliding fears so we decided to slide altogether. It was hard since there were so many of us and we failed a few times but we did it! We all slid together!, except for Justine (She must have been our bad luck curse.), who decided to skip that one out, and Ken.
Damn, I love my life! That was the best birthday ever!!! But I still want my cellphone back!
I'm not kidding. The week before my biirthday has been the most horrible, most upsetting, crappiest week of my life. My birthday had better be spectacular to make up for it. I feel like crying just thinking about it. Let me start from Monday night...
It was around 10pm, Monday night; I was in bed, reading a book. The phone rang and my parents told me it was our helper telling them to check on my lola. We all went downstairs to her room. She was drooling. We tried to feed her honey and wake her up but eventually, we had to call an ambulance. I was praying: God, please, I'll give up my Xperia X1; I'll be fine with having my party cancelled; just give my Lola at least one more year... Later, in the hospital, we learned she had suffered a stroke... She regained consciousness and we waited until she was settled in her hospital room before going home. I fell asleep at about 2:30am.
That wasn't the horrible part, though. My lola got better so I don't think that was too bad. The worst part came thye next morning... (I hope nobody thinks of me as a total bitch after reading this. I already think I'm a total bitch and frankly, I don't need anyone's confirmation.)
I had to go to school the next day, of course. Your grandmother having a stroke isn't considered a valid excuse. Your grandmother dying isn't considered as valid excuse. I was naturally, damn sleepy. I felt so dizzy and there was a buzzing that filled my head. And I spilled Chuckie on myself when I drank it in the car. In my lethargic state, I went through the temperature checking (A(H1N1)) and to the third floor bathroom (Our classroom is on the third floor.) to wash off the chocolate stains. (PS Chuckie beats bananas for the number one spot on my hate list.) Our first class was Physics and we had an experiment so I wasn't sure where to go. So I text messaged my best friend/s. Or tried to.
I put my hand in my pocket and... my cellphone was gone. My forty thousand peso Xperia X1 was gone. That woke me up. My first reaction was that I must have left it in the car since I took it out there to show my tita the message (about my lola) I sent her that she didn't receive. I checked the car that afternoon. It wasn't there. I felt like I would faint. I wanted to die, then and there. I actually tried to slash my wrists with the pointy end of a pen. But my dad got back to the car before I could...
I felt so guilty... Countless times, my dad has told me that he "deprives himself so he can provide for me". He constantly reminds me that whatever money we have is "from the sweat of his labor". I felt so guilty. He would be so disappointed in me. For three days, I couldn't tell him. With my lola in the hospital, he had enough to worry about. I felt so horrible. I still do. I am such a spoiled brat. My parents sacrifice so much for nme and I just throw their hard work away. Fuck me! Fuck my life! I want to die already. I don't deserve to live. I don't deserve to die aeither. That would give me peace. I shoouldn't have been born. I've caused my parents so much grief already and I'm going to give them even more of my crap to worry about!.. Then my lola got out of the hospital. (She's fine now and well enough to attend my party which will go on. Myrtle, Kai, Abbie (bring Ken), Jasmine, Justine, you guys are invited. Sorry Jeanne, my parents don't know you...)
This Thursday, he asked me if my cellphone was with me. I told the truth. He didn't even get mad or lecture me. He helped me look through the car again and told me he would replace it although with a cheaper cellphone. This made me feel even more horrible. How could bitch like me who lost her state of the art cellphone and didn't tell her parents not even get screamed at? Shit. Shitshitshitshit. I am so mad at the person who found/stole my cellphone. How could anyone be so mean to not give back a cellphone that meantmeans so much to me?
The worst part is, it's my own fault. "The sinner is the one who tempts." If I wasn't so proud, snobby and vain about that phone... There are people there who have to worry about their next meal and here I am with a phone that could feed them for more than a year (100/day). I can't hate the person who has my phone right now. They probably need or deserve it more than I do. The one I hate is myself. My parents (especially my father) had to work tirelessly for months so I could have the phone of my dreams. I lost that phone in less than 10 minutes.
Anyway, my dad told me to move on. I didn't show of that phone with malice in mind but the person who has it right now definitely has malicious intent. If God could take away my cellphone to punish me for my vanity. He'll probably do something much worse to the person who stole it. The best revenge is to live a good life. Wait 'til that asshole who took my phone sees me with a Blackberry Storm, Palm Pre or Nokia N97.
See I told you people you would see me as a brat, a complete bitch. It seems like I care more about my cellphone than my lola. I don't. it's just that my lola's still with us. My cellphone isn't with me anymore. But go ahead. I know I'm a bitch. Your opinions won't matter.
Oh yeah, and we had our Foundation Day celebration yesterday and today. The food was pretty good. We each contributed Php150 for the catering. The food arrived late, though. They sold car stickers for Php500 and T-shirts for Php200. We did a performance with sticks and blue and red flaglets to a song I don't know. It's chorus goes: "The way you look at me, the way you touch me, the fire in your eyes, I swear it makes me shiver inside. You're my soulmate, the sunshine everyday, You fill me up with love. Your kisses are better than swine." Typo intended. Sir Olvido didn't bring Gilbert.
This Thursday, there was a feud in Lithium. The girls got mad at the boys. I cried. It's blown over now but I'm still friggin mad at JB. That perverted, inconsiderate, disrespecful, low-class, uncouth, shithead kept answering back when we were all supposed to be being frank and honest with each other. I've always hated him but now I don't even want to acknowledge his prescence. I had no idea I could look at down at him even more than before but honestly, if before I would only have to kick to hurt him without sinking to his level, now I only need to step on him. Fuck him...
