So little time, so much to do

I’m still worried about the possibility of World War 3. Sometimes I feel optimistic and think that maybe there won’t be a war. But reality check–there probably will be one. The Philippines is definitely an ally of the United States but I’m afraid our country will be used as a battlefield again, just like in World War 2. If that happens, we’ll probably have to hide out in the mountains and wait for the bombing and the fighting to die out. But then…what if the terrorists decide that the mountains would make a very good hiding place for them as well? It would surely be the end of me! Gosh, what a very depressing thing to think of. I try to ignore it but I really can’t when it’s practically in my face. If the time comes that we’ll have to hide somewhere, the first thing I’ll pack is my books, then my Discman, CDs, letters and of course, a paper journal. I don’t mind living in isolation unless I have the following items with me…otherwise I would probably die of boredom. I feel like Anne Frank, except no one’s out to kill me in particular. I can’t believe my carefree days are numbered. I certainly hope that World War 3 won’t mean the end of the world cos I’d like to live normally again once this entire thing is over.

At least one thing happened that will probably make the days to come a bit brighter for me. We got our kitten from the British lady today. I had a feeling it would be a gray, striped kitten and I wasn’t surprised to know that it turned out to be the one I imagined. Except ours has orange highlights. We named her Lady because she looks so feminine, and she’s soooo sweet! She hardly complained when we brought her into the car (unlike Kylee who would’ve caused a racket) and all she’s been doing all day is sleep in her basket and occassionally play. She likes having her picture taken too; it hasn’t been a day yet and already I have a lot of webcam pics of her. My crazy Siamese cat absolutely refuses to pose because he hates being carried. Lady looks classy but she isn’t fussy and grouchy like that. However, she’s more of my mom’s cat than mine and if Kylee sees me carrying her he’ll probably run away again. Right now I can’t seem to find him anywhere but maybe he’s just playing off in the back or something.

Suddenly I feel bad for saying all those things about Patsy yesterday. As if she had a feeling that I was semi-irritated at her, she started talking to me again today, although not as much as we used to talk before. Sometimes I say stuff about the people I feel irritated at, and then as if they know I’ve been feeling that way towards them, they start being nice again. People sure are strange.

Right now I’m not really looking forward to any certain event except maybe Halloween. Glaiza asked me to go to this costume party at this new place in Makati and I’m thinking of going as an angel. Think Romeo & Juliet, although I’m not half as pretty as Claire Danes. I’ll probably have a shimmery, silvery-white dress made, but the wings will be a problem because I want them to look really nice. Maybe I can buy the material in Quiapo or something. Well…I gotta think of other things other than the world’s impending doom.

The interaction of my school and Don Bosco will be in two weeks and I am so not looking forward to it. Those guys are pockmarked with piercings and all of them are really into weed. I’m not exaggerating or being snobby; this fact was confirmed by Patsy when the Don Bosco dudes in the play were all like, “Does anybody here sell weed?” Uhh, whatever. I hate it when people do drugs just to be cool. It’s not cool at all; it’s stupid. We’ll be arranged into groups at random and I hope Glaiza and I will be in the same group because we plan to act all snobby if the guys start acting stupid. I hate it when guys brag about stuff they obviously don’t have, just to impress girls. That is so dumb. Then Glaiza told me that in this certain all-boys school, one of her guy friends left his cellphone in his bag and all his classmates started looking at the address book and taking down the numbers of the girls in it. That is so pathetic! I guess those guys must be so ugly and desperate that the only way they can meet girls is through SMS, where their faces can’t be seen.

I think I’ll go play with Lady some more.