I kiss today goodbye.

I apologize I missed out posting for like a week. You see, I have been very active with all the school matters so let’s take this one by one, okay?

SUNDAY.

I went to school in the broad daylight. We had our Mass Comm All Stars which is like a sports affair for all the MC studs in our school. It was agonizing. I played as a beach volleyball player because they lacked members. The heat was scorching and I couldn't believe that I was able to do a successful service. Sure, I’ve played volleyball sometime in high school but that wasn't for sports’ sake. That was for leisure. So yeah, I guess my self-esteem was notched up a bit because of that. The funny thing about the whole day was actually me joining the swimming competition. I know how to swim. There’s absolutely no question about that. I know the appropriate breathing, body structure and all that jazz. But there’s a major setback, I don’t know how to dive! Good thing I talked my classmates into it. Since it was our class’ event, I asked permission if I can just stay sunken in the pool while others were attempting to dive via the diving board. So yes, I was a total laughing stock. Just visualize all the other participants gearing up themselves, on the diving board, while I was alone there under water. I know, it’s just so hilarious and I still can’t get over it. You know what’s surprising? I won third place. Ha ha! It’s relatively astonishing, I know. That’s basically all about the All Stars, the rest of the events were merely tiresome. But there’s one tinier bit that’s remarkable about last Sunday. I insisted on being left behind by my friends because my conscience just can’t take the fact that I haven’t heard mass since it was a Sunday. I felt the need to at least go to the chapel and pray. After I knelt down and thanked God for the week that had passed, I left the chapel better-off as ever. When I was already riding the jeepney, to a certain extent far away from our school, I slipped my hand in my pocket and noticed that my phone wasn’t with me. I searched for it in my bag but to no avail. And then it suddenly hit me. I must have left it in one of the pews in the chapel. I had another trip going back to school. I ran as swiftly as you could probably imagine. My heart was beating as fast as an automobile in a race, accelerating every second. As I climbed up the flight of stairs in the chapel, I saw it. It was there. Still there. Still. The word happy would be an understatement of what I really felt that time. I was grateful, conscientious, poignant, and awakened. I had mixed emotions all of a sudden. I went home swearing to all the saints in heaven that I won’t let that happen again.

MONDAY.

Adieu 18, hello 19. I’m one step closer to my “age goal”. I ate loads of my favorite Carbonara. I just couldn’t get enough. Then, I covered some events in the Uweek with my “staff” and had a lunch date with a friend. I wrote a news article, watched the much-anticipated Golden Voice competition with my classmates and partied to the tune of Waka-Waka by GMT which was totally breathtaking. We then went home and I went to sleep without even turning on the PC! I was that tired. Dead beat as in muscle pains and mental torture kind of tired.

TUESDAY.

I don’t feel like talking about Tuesday. It was lame. Mediocre. And we all know that mediocrity kills.

TODAY.

It has been a habit of mine to check my phone for new messages the second I wake up and realize that it’s a new day. So I did, today. And I received a message from my Journalism teacher saying that my article was published in the morning paper. It was rather odd but I wasn’t really that happy. I don’t know why. I exchanged several text messages with my editor because of this article I wrote about which needed so many follow up questions.  It was very nerve-racking. I had to think  about a lot of things. I blame my volunteerism. It hurts to know that the blame is on me. I am the culprit. Anyway, truth hurts. But I can handle the truth.

I then went to school and ironed some stuff (figuratively). Had lunch with King and Mary Anne at some Chinese restaurant which I now like, by the way. I then watched Gerhard as he deliberately tortured the cast of our play to death. Went home and received a package which was from my dad. He sent me original records of some renowned artists in the music scene today—Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Neyo and David Cook. Where can you find a father like that, huh?

And here comes another chapter: GLEE.

Omigod, it was grand. Awesome to the 10^th power. Here are a few notes and reactions if you don’t mind:

·         Finn auditioning for the cheerios? That was entirely funny. He was cute but he looked like an oversized cabbage patch kid.
·         Rachel’s new look. She looks pretty hot. I bet she’s going to land a top spot in FHM again. And I like seeing her with Finn as an official couple holding hands and clingy all the time.
·         Mike Chang and Tina- They actually look adorable together. I like Asians because I am one. But it’s unfair to Artie’s part, right?
·         Beiste- I pity her. I know I shouldn’t but I do. She has a psychological disorder. I forgot what it’s called, though.
·         Sue Sylvester. Well, she continues to rock my world with her to-die-for one-liners!
·         One question: How come I didn’t see Emma? I was looking forward to what was gonna happen to her and Mr. Schu.
·         Sunshine Corazon- made me proud for being Filipino. I haven’t felt this way since Lea Salonga.

To wrap it all up, another stressful day passed. Here I am tonight making it up to you by writing a rather lengthy blogpost. Good night and don’t worry because I’ll keep you updated.