The key to having fun is a Fun Key

Well in spite of my earlier rant, I had a great time at Trina’s luau debut. I didn’t think I’d enjoy because I’d be hanging out with my friends, their boyfriends, and their boyfriends’ friends. I don’t know any of them and I thought I’d feel out of place. Turns out that they were pretty friendly, and Franz–this guy I know–was there. I haven’t seen him in months so it was cool hanging out with him again.

My friends and I joined tables with the guys, and I was pleased to note that my ex-crush checked me out several times. I don’t have feelings for him anymore but it made me feel good anyway. After I went all the way to UP to see his dance competition, only for him to ignore me…tonight I ignored him. Revenge is best served cold. The food was awesome, there were cute guys everywhere (of course I didn’t meet any), and the real fun started when the formalities were over. The guys were a little tipsy from drinking beer, so they all started throwing each other into the pool. After the guys were soaking wet, they got out of the pool and started pushing or throwing the girls in. One minute, I was standing at the edge of the pool…the next thing I knew, I was shrieking and flying through the air. Fortunately the water wasn’t deep; otherwise I’d have to say goodbye to my contact lenses. My long skirt was totally clinging onto my legs, making it impossible to walk, and I was shivering because of the cool night breeze. But it was so much fun anyway. My favorite part was when the guys started removing their shirts. *drool* Click here for the pictures…I didn’t take any of the shirtless guys though.

Last night I dreamt that when I looked in the mirror, I saw that I had these huge, very ugly-looking eyebags. I’m afraid this dream might come true tomorrow. For the first time ever I beat my alarm clock and woke up before it could ring. And I didn’t get to take my planned nap because I spent six hours talking to Jason on the phone. I don’t mind though, cos he is more important to me than sleep. But I’m going out to lunch tomorrow and I need my rest. I am going to bed now.

Farewell to this fucked-up world that was my former self

So I graduated from high school this afternoon and fortunately, my graduation wasn’t exactly the sapfest that I pictured it to be. The only tears I cried were tears of boredom–it was so damn long. The ceremony lasted three hours, mainly cos we had to sing a million songs during the mass. I could tell that the school tried to make the graduation a very solemn and formal event because we had to recite lengthy pledges and listen to a million speeches. But everyone became really rowdy when the awards were announced anyway, and even though the Master of Ceremonies told the graduates to keep quiet, we kept on cheering and talking. Nobody cared. We are untouchable. We are officially out of high school and therefore, we are out of their reach. Nobody from school can give us disciplinary probation anymore.

It was so weird…I still don’t feel like I had just left CSR at all. I didn’t even do the things that I planned to do before graduating, such adding my name in bold letters to the bathroom graffiti, buying graduation gifts for my friends, and getting highlights on the last day of exams. The entire ceremony felt like an ordinary school program, except we all had to wear a cap and gown. My friends and I weren’t even sad about the fact that we’ll all be going to different schools. I mean, how can we miss each other when we’ll still be seeing each other at so many debuts over the summer? I only wish that I had brought a pentel pen with me so my friends could sign their names or write short dedications on my uniform’s blouse. My dad told me that’s what he did during his high school graduation, and that he still has that signed polo kept somewhere in the house. Unfortunately, he only mentioned it when we were on our way home. Grr. That would’ve been a very awesome souvenir.

My sister and I are home alone tonight. When we were on our way home after dinner, my dad suddenly announced that he wanted to go somewhere with my mom. We just had dinner so obviously they aren’t gonna eat out, and my mom’s allergic to alcohol so they can’t be at a bar. Where they are right now exactly, I don’t think I wanna know. My sister and I threatened to go party all night if our parents aren’t home at a reasonable hour. But that’s probably not likely to happen. It sucks…both my parents are rarely out at the same time and of all nights they are both gone, it has to be the night when I need to catch up on my sleep!

Ooh, Arielle and Ingrid are staying over at our house tonight. So much for going to bed early.

My graduation pictures…some photos are blurry because my scanner is so unpredictable. click here.

Musings of an ex-party girl

Just got home from the Candy party at Rockwell. I was only supposed to drop by and then watch a movie with Patsy, but then she told me she had to go to a family dinner. Then at the last minute she told me the dinner was cancelled, but then I already told my parents I wasn’t going to the movie anymore so I had to be home at ten. I hate it when my friends change their minds at the very last minute. At this very moment, Kriya, Bea and Michelle (not my insignificant other) are probably in the car getting tipsy on Pomelo Gin as they make their way to Wasabi. For the first time I don’t feel bad about missing out on stuff by going home early. I don’t like hip-hop and now that I’m with the most wonderful guy on the planet, I don’t need to go guy hunting anymore. The latter used to be my number one reason for going to clubs. But based on experience, I really don’t think true love can be found in a bar.

Michelle (the girl to my left) just turned sixteen last December but as usual, I look like the youngest.