Last tuesday there was no classes so i decided to visit my long time best friend and fellow Montessori alumni Gt Hidalgo. In his condo room, Gt and i exchanged some news from Montessori that we both find terrifying. It turned out that Gt also shared the same kind of view on the present condition of Montessori. According to Gt, Montessori turned into something like "Love in the club..." and that students there, instead of treating each other as something like brothers and sisters(like we used to do) and usually having romatic relationships from kids from other schools, they just hook up with each other. It seemed like everyone in Montessori has his/her own romantic partner or someone to be linked with. Kash Kraft(Mrs. Dancing Zombie's lil sis) now has a boyfriend and (you'll never guess who he is...) he is none other than the kid who piss Montessori off big time, VK Castillo(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...lolz). And the worst thing there is that those people who should discourage these kinds of things and set examples are the ones who are fucking propagating this kind of balderdash. Wendy used to get into a fight with Xurt everytime she would try to get close with him, until one(totally unfortunate) day, she sought the help of her bffs Elyzza, Kassel, Twinkle and Abby. One day, they went to SM Lipa to celebrate Twinkle's birthday by inviting Karlo and Xurt. Then kaboom... Wendy successfully had Xurt worshiping on her feet and stripped Xurt's affections for me. The prospects of Xurt coming back to me is bleak and unclear. This will go on just as long as those 5 girls are still together(that means they haven't left for college yet) and when the time comes that they will depart from each other the way our closely-knit batch departed, im afraid that Xurt will have no feelings for me anymore. But i will be so happy if one day someone doorbelled my condo in Loyola Heights or looked for me in school and it turned out to be Xurt with a bouquet of roses(or other flowers) and a box of chocolates, smiling that seemed to be sunshine like the last time we met.
Back to the IJ Montessori is being a second-rate, trying hard, copycat version of Powhvedahh, Montessori is being like a phoney version of Poveda since both are into romance, boys, flirtiness and speaking Spanish(Hey did you know, the new teacher who looks like JR, sir JP teaches the High School in Espanyol). Thank God for Povedans at least they do super well in school and they value their education more. those from Montessori dont care about education and how it will affect them anymore, they dont even do their responsibilities as student leaders. All they value the most in their lives is popularity and how to satisfy their testosterones and kilig hormones.
Montessori is really going crazy.
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
WTF?? but that was the past....
Just a while ago, when i was passing on some "Vote Tata for grade 6 rep" campaign comments to friends, i stumbled upon a very ancient friendster account of mine that i seemed to abandoned a long time ago. Stumbling upon it was like rediscovering a well preserved 6000 year old ancient mummy in the Alps, everything i rave about when i was in first year- the Harry Potter-ish blurbs, youtube videos of Regina Spektor, RHCP, MCR and Pink, some MCR pics and my interests back then. Looking at all those it's like a time capsule and you got to know and compare your likes and dislikes now with who you are three years ago. I realized i changed so much since then.
Aside from looking (and laughing) at my collection of MCR photos, interests and such, i accidentally stubled upon my old friendster blog- another important artifact of my First Year life.
As i scanned through the very few blog posts, i read my posts about my plans on being an HP fan in (the then coming) 2007, Spiderwick Chronicles, Captain Underpants, My Chemical Romance and then, i saw a blog post that shows so much of my emotions about the harsh emotional and social torture Keith had made me undergo. Well, i feel sorry for my old self so much that if she was me all along but another person, i would have defended her against the conniving comments that were spat out by (the then evil) Ronziel and the guy who claimed he was Keith's "half brother" called Tipsilog. I would have told her that it sucks having a friend like that drift away from you, i would have told her that what she is suffering right now is nothing compared to the upcoming dangers and frustrations Keith will give on her when she hits her second, third and even fourth year- Keith will avoid and reject her even more up to the point when sir Cris assigned us to be dance partners for the J.S until he leaves her at the last minute of the practice. Even when she's in fourth year, her classmates will still taunt her about Keith.
Now i understand how hard i felt and all the troubles i've been and now i've uncovered the mystery why i turned into my "emo times" until some things turned on the lights- which is Tokio Hotel and a few change of interests.
Good thing on the last half of my second year, i began to find diversion away from him that i drifted away and away from him. On my third year, i was recovering and seemed to lost my interest on him- especially on those times when i really love Bill so much whether in a *dance careless whisper ala Dr. Hayden Kho*(you guys either don't want to know or got my point) or an innocent "fan-ish" way. What i really hate about Keith on my third year was on my JS Prom Practices when sir Cris assigned us to be dance partners for the J.S until he dumped me at the last minute of the practice by unexpectedly getting Patreng. I don't have any feelings for him but i felt frustrated because i was still being rejected and casted away from him even if i no longer had feelings for him. But i didn't mind on my JS Prom and i successfully led myself to enjoy my "night" according to kuya Cj without thinking or fretting about him. Then on his graduation day, i gave him the best graduation gift i had to offer for him. It's not a picture of us being best friends, not a Harry Potter book and certainly not a letter of my deep angry feelings.
Now he's in college (and unfortunately, in the same college my sister goes), i hope that my sister's katropang Arki jocks will beat the crap out of him and torture him like a kidnapped cardinal in Angels and Demons. Then i will certainly be able to get "...retribution".
When he probably marched off to get his Highschool diploma, he looked into the crowd, glanced at his mom, dad, ate Kim, cousins, friends and teachers who had been with him for the past four years, anyone he knew in highschool but one schoolmate. That schoolmate who has been annoying him with pathetic reasons, who bombarded and forever made a mark on his highschool life as the girl whom people always links him with other than Danica, Shavy-LC girl- and Patreng. Anyone was there but that one girl. Well, he was certainly glad about that since no one was there to ruin the best and the last part of his highschool life but he may wonder why she is missing.
But what he doesn't know that the girl had her head straight forward to the future as she packed her brown Roxy luggage with clothes and then smiled at her famous androgynous German crush's photo with delight and whispered to him "...im going back to Hong Kong so you better not ruin it this time. I'll be grateful about it if you made me happy for a week."
Then in Hong Kong, she had lots of fun, met her long lost Chinese relatives and her adorable German crush succeeded in never letting her down this time(in fact he helped her make a good impression upon her Chinese relatives) . What was really great is that she left the past behind had totally forgot about Keith for five days as she saw the bright lights and the wonders of life ahead....
...That girl was me.
Aside from looking (and laughing) at my collection of MCR photos, interests and such, i accidentally stubled upon my old friendster blog- another important artifact of my First Year life.
As i scanned through the very few blog posts, i read my posts about my plans on being an HP fan in (the then coming) 2007, Spiderwick Chronicles, Captain Underpants, My Chemical Romance and then, i saw a blog post that shows so much of my emotions about the harsh emotional and social torture Keith had made me undergo. Well, i feel sorry for my old self so much that if she was me all along but another person, i would have defended her against the conniving comments that were spat out by (the then evil) Ronziel and the guy who claimed he was Keith's "half brother" called Tipsilog. I would have told her that it sucks having a friend like that drift away from you, i would have told her that what she is suffering right now is nothing compared to the upcoming dangers and frustrations Keith will give on her when she hits her second, third and even fourth year- Keith will avoid and reject her even more up to the point when sir Cris assigned us to be dance partners for the J.S until he leaves her at the last minute of the practice. Even when she's in fourth year, her classmates will still taunt her about Keith.
Now i understand how hard i felt and all the troubles i've been and now i've uncovered the mystery why i turned into my "emo times" until some things turned on the lights- which is Tokio Hotel and a few change of interests.
Good thing on the last half of my second year, i began to find diversion away from him that i drifted away and away from him. On my third year, i was recovering and seemed to lost my interest on him- especially on those times when i really love Bill so much whether in a *dance careless whisper ala Dr. Hayden Kho*(you guys either don't want to know or got my point) or an innocent "fan-ish" way. What i really hate about Keith on my third year was on my JS Prom Practices when sir Cris assigned us to be dance partners for the J.S until he dumped me at the last minute of the practice by unexpectedly getting Patreng. I don't have any feelings for him but i felt frustrated because i was still being rejected and casted away from him even if i no longer had feelings for him. But i didn't mind on my JS Prom and i successfully led myself to enjoy my "night" according to kuya Cj without thinking or fretting about him. Then on his graduation day, i gave him the best graduation gift i had to offer for him. It's not a picture of us being best friends, not a Harry Potter book and certainly not a letter of my deep angry feelings.
Now he's in college (and unfortunately, in the same college my sister goes), i hope that my sister's katropang Arki jocks will beat the crap out of him and torture him like a kidnapped cardinal in Angels and Demons. Then i will certainly be able to get "...retribution".
When he probably marched off to get his Highschool diploma, he looked into the crowd, glanced at his mom, dad, ate Kim, cousins, friends and teachers who had been with him for the past four years, anyone he knew in highschool but one schoolmate. That schoolmate who has been annoying him with pathetic reasons, who bombarded and forever made a mark on his highschool life as the girl whom people always links him with other than Danica, Shavy-LC girl- and Patreng. Anyone was there but that one girl. Well, he was certainly glad about that since no one was there to ruin the best and the last part of his highschool life but he may wonder why she is missing.
But what he doesn't know that the girl had her head straight forward to the future as she packed her brown Roxy luggage with clothes and then smiled at her famous androgynous German crush's photo with delight and whispered to him "...im going back to Hong Kong so you better not ruin it this time. I'll be grateful about it if you made me happy for a week."
Then in Hong Kong, she had lots of fun, met her long lost Chinese relatives and her adorable German crush succeeded in never letting her down this time(in fact he helped her make a good impression upon her Chinese relatives) . What was really great is that she left the past behind had totally forgot about Keith for five days as she saw the bright lights and the wonders of life ahead....
...That girl was me.
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