observation

Giving is happiness in itself. =) [for me, at least. perhaps i'm a minimalist, and the details are too small and invisible to notice.]

-Quotes of the Day-
(brought to you by Boredom (tm) )

*blinkblink* quote:
"You're heavier than Shayne." - Tim (to Hannah)

drama quote:
"Listen to your heart, Hannah."- Jessica

eunice quote:
"Omg, you got that from fanfiction.net, didn't you?"-Eunice to Jessica)

Jessica: Yahoo answers.

Hannah: *blink*

quote of near desperation:
"What should I do?? I should have planned a month in advance! omg i'm soo dead. It's Jean's birthday!"-Robert

paola quote:
"I hate sunburn. Look, my nose is peeling. I hate sunburn..."-Paola during bio

*evil laughter* - Jira

My bad.

Uhuh. I've done it this time. Way to go, hannah. Smart. Very smart. -_-
Clumsy mouth, as always. I know what I said, and it's way too easy to take those words the wrong way. 0_0 stupidstupidstupid. My fault. My fault. My fault. I don't like seeing..him mad. If this is how it's going to end, I don't want to break him anymore. He's too fragile. I'm just clumsy and dense and blind. I don't want to break him.

..I suck at chess. But then again, this isn't all just a matter of logic and strategy.

faire

Freaky Fairday has ended. The final school fair for us seniors, and a memorable one indeed. :D

My Day One revolved mostly around Project Runway and the like. ^_^ Team Flybutter was gathered at the GRHM, scattered across the floor like labrats, sewing like crazy. Soon, superglue was used as the substitute due to time constraints. I stabbed two fingers with a needle. Clumsy. Ma'am Duallo backed out for modeling at the last minute, but she got a replacement, Ma'am Ira. A good thing too. Thank you, Lord! ^_^

Muon gaming booth! Um, there were a lot of people, as expected. DDR, PS2, and television sets. (Which reminds me. I seem to have left mine at the boys' dorm. x_x) After escaping Project Runway for a few moments, I was able to catch Beat the Geeks (o.o) and Cyrus' courageous attempt to do so. So then, 4:30 came around, and the Runway show was upon us. Makeup commenced, along with the dressing up and practicing of poses. And then, finally, after a lot of tension and one nervous breakdown, the show began.

Llyza was great. 0_0 It was absolutely amazing. Jami was good too, except that the music suddenly stopped at the beginning of her second run, so she had to stop. Sir Jude was !!! =P Hahaha. Sir Talaue and Ma'am Ira were uber-cuute modeling the Pisay gear, and I guess all of our effort paid off in the end. Three out of four prizes won. Best female model. Best ideal uniform. Best collection. ^_^

It was a double victory for 07 that night. The Nerve emerged victorious in the Battle of the Bands. After a rainshower and some discouraging but wise conversation, we returned to the field and the rest of the night played out. =) I was kind of sleepy to be honest. 0_0

Day two followed. Not much in the morning. Hmm..being jailed by Erik, and then being jailed again because of Tim. (such great friends I have. T_T) Jessica hit me with a water balloon later on, while I was staring up at the pretty fireworks. 0_0 Muon classpic.. (we're going to EK!) and the closing ceremonies..and then the concert ( I was with robert and jean and tim and AJ) ...hee. Giniling Festival was fun as usual. I liked Paramita tho. And Up Dharma Down. ^_^ Hee.

SO then ends the fair. For a more..in-depth look, check out the multiply. :D

Danceday

Muon danceday. Dante's Inferno, starring US!
It came out pretty good. In the end, the costumes came together nicely, even if the whips and the little red bow ties went missing. Reynard found a black polo. I found black pants. And the horns that were slaved over last night came out rather well. Dante and Virgil were blingblingy, and and...ours was the only modernish one. :D But we pulled it off, for a change. A nice comeback after Posible.

Tim, let's finish that thing we were supposed to finish before. OKies? ^_^ I feel what half of you feels. (the known half, mind you)

YAYGOMUON. {is full of happy muon-ness. i left my horns at school. SOB.} Tomorrow is a holiday, and a well-deserved one for all us tired souls. I still have to search for a faircostume. Trixy is coming on December 14. Birthday outing on November 11th.

vincent is evile. EVILE.

freaky!

An end to the drama

We took the Mapua exam in school today. I fell asleep for half of english and actually dreamt something. Lunch with Robert. We talked of things past and present, mostly about him. Erik was with me in the morning. He doesn't like almonds, and neither do I. (or mari and mithi, for that matter.)

A brief interlude of Project Runway followed, and after that, practice.

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIEAN~ (and she flies into the cloudy sky, dangling by her multicolored balloons--)

James was depressed today. Chris is planning something. Llyza had a ballet recital. Ziella's little brother looks like her. Jerome has confidence. Reynard can knock down demons. And beware of Cyrus. x_x Hannah needs the X factor. Ate Dane IS the X factor.

*sigh*


...still wishing. no point in waiting.

Okay.

Just so you know. My life isn't perfect. Neither is yours.
I just thought you'd be happy for me or something. Not this.
Definitely not this.

Your move.

Over the hills and far away..

Whew. This has been a tiring week. Here's a recap of things flown past and things to come:

Thefair.
Two days of senior-managed, non-academic FUN. I can't wait. Project Runway approaches as well, and FLYBUTTER is...shopping. (Actually, Ziella and me, using other people's stipends. Believe me, running around SM is a very, *very* good way to burn calories.) Muon is doing the Game Console booth, and the campus shall be set alight in the evening with pretty Christmas lights!

inferNO.
Yes, they will dress up in fun costumes whilst dancing to Dante's account of hell. Yes, it will be fun. I can't watch Cyrus without bursting into laughter. xD And Mark absolutely rockxs. Hellisfun. 0_0

EvErythingElsE
Last week was horrible, but this week brings recovery. It's time for another beginning. But alas, some things just won't go away. I am not owned by anyone, so please don't get angry when I go off and mingle with people who aren't you. I'm working on bringing back my Econ grade, among others. And writeups need editing. And the ten minute rule has returned. And perhaps I shall continue with that story I never seem to finish.

Janna found me. ^_^ I miss her soo much. Can't wait to see my best friend again.

October she will stay

LAZINESS. Laziness and pessimism.

I just want it all to end.

Next week should be better. (actually, anything is better than this)

Or if not, the week after.

*sigh*

BUMBUMBUM.

SCREAM.

Torturous day before perio, but we've heard it all before. Econ is not passable and my brain is dead...hurrah.

I taught robert Implicit differentiation. xD ChemeconfilipinoARGH.(s) Ever feel like a stake is being driven through your head? I do. (it's been teh first time since 2nd year)

The Importance of a Pinky

Well, it was drizzling last night when we (dad, ab, pat) came back from Pastry Passion, and I had to open the gate. So I did it in a hurry and ended up having my pinky slammed in along with the lock. Ow. Hail to red-blotched swollen fingers.

Today is a bright day in which STR hopes to be something eventful. The year is half over. Andand...I want more pineapple salad..

Dangle dangle

Recovery. Back to school, back to real life, and thus it is time to face the aftermath. Uprooted trees all over pisay, billboards torn to shreds, and a reality check: we aren't as safe as we'd like to believe.

Dangle.

Hell is a requirement, and another week lies ahead. Some damage has been forgotten, and some has been fixed. I am grateful. My world is held together by string; one string was cut. And another was tied back together. Nevertheless, I am thankful for the firefly that lights up the jungle of string. It has the space to fly away. To leave my world, and yet it doesn't.

Snap, and butterflies are released over the top of a white tall building at the breaking of dawn. She stands on tiptoe, feet barely brushing the edge, and stares into the infinite. She can't see anything.

Jump? Stay? Her toes curl over the buildingtop, and the sun is rising. Shafts of cruel, dazzling sunlight pierce her eyes. And she is blinded.

And she falls and screams. The butterflies release, and they fly after her hungrily, like a black and orange cloud, chasing at her heels.

She never hits the bottom.