A sorta fairytale with you

I just came back from Tracy’s debut and strangely, I’m not feeling tired at all. I suppose it’s because it’s only midnight. Grr, if it weren’t for that damn UAP entrance exam I’m taking tomorrow, I could’ve slept over at the hotel with several other batchmates. Tracy’s debut was quite fun. I expected that a host cute guys would be present, but aside from this guy who looks a bit like John Mayer, the only guys around were men in their twenties and guys from Cue. Oh well. I don’t really need love in my life right now cos guys can be such assholes sometimes. Even though there are times when I wish that someone else would love me or care for me “in that way”, I’m happy with being single, free, and unattached. I dunno…life feels somewhat sweeter and happier when you’re loved, but it’s definitely a lot easier being single.

I took great pains in finding Tracy the right gift today. The thing that I like about myself is that I’m really good at giving gifts. I don’t go for sentimental stuff–I mean, the only thing teddy bears can do is sit there and look cute. I like to buy things the receiver can really use. I got Tracy some aromatherapy oils and candles from the Body Shop because she sure needs something that can help her relax since she’s very active at school. She deserves something good from me because she encouraged me to try theater, something I don’t think I’d ever be into unless someone introduced me to it. I like people who help others discover their potentials instead of just basking in their own fame and glory. Not all multi-talented people are like Tracy.

I can’t wait for my debut. It won’t happen till two years from now but I’m already excited. The only thing I’m kind of worried about is that not many people will show up. In that case, I’ll invite a lot, or make it strictly, strictly RSVP.

Time passed us by just when the fun seemed to have just begun

My school’s Glee Club won the competition tonight (which is actually an elimination round)–thank God all that hard work paid off! We practiced all morning for about two hours only a ten-minute break. By the time rehearsal was over, my voice was hoarse from singing, my feet hurt like hell, and my dislike for the conductor grew even more. He obviously favors Alys, Tracy and this other girl Kaye over everyone else because they’re always in front, and we practice all the freaking time. As in we were still running through one song five minutes into the competition. Doesn’t he know that you aren’t supposed to reherase on the day itself because it could ruin your voice and make you spend the energy you’re supposed to be conserving? I don’t think he’s really qualified to be a conductor; even my voice teacher doesn’t force me to sing when she can tell that I’m tired. But oh well, he’s the best my mediocre school can get.

In spite of the conductor though, being in the Glee Club is a lot of fun. I don’t regret joining at all. There are only 14 members and it feels like we’re one big barkada. Nobody labels each other as seniors or sophomores or juniors; we’re all equals and if you’re new to the group and you don’t know anyone, the older members do their best to make you feel welcome. Fortunately, there are about 10 seniors in the Glee Club so I had no problem fitting in. And the thing is, everybody knows how to have fun. During the hour-long bus ride back to school, we sung every single song we could think of, from the Spice Girls to Freestyle (a local band), until our voices were hoarse. I’m glad we won today because that means we can compete at the semifinals. I’ll have to deal with more crap from the conductor, but at least I’ll be able to spend more time with my friends from the Glee Club.

I hate my hair right now. It’s really dry and it’s flying away. When my hair isn’t good I don’t feel good about myself. Before I stupidly decided to have it cut over the summer, my hair had body and didn’t fly away at all. It was never the same after that. When I’m on the subject of my physical “deformities”, it’s weird how everyone’s telling me that my eyes seem to have shrunk. Well they didn’t really shrink, but as Glyka described them, they’ve become so small they’re almost Chinese eyes. I don’t mind having small eyes; I think it’d be cool to be a chinita. It’s just that it’s strange how I went to school one morning and everyone went like, “How’d your eyes get so small?”

And now it’s time for you to leave

I feel really bad for her. Even though we hardly talk anymore, we were good friends once. We even planned to take the SATs together. And now she’s been kicked out.

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