Saturday, December 01, 2007

Giddy, Slutty and High


Now.
I've just read my contact's entry now.
Well, it was about their interaction.
Yes, she's Third Year.
And well,
Naalala ko bigla yung interaction namin. GAH! Haha.
I think it was December...7? (Alvin would know this. Haha)

We were all giddy and high and close to slutty, I can't even believe it. We were cheap as ever, of course. I think La Salle did us a favor when they obliged to be interaction "partners", because really, Holy? HOLY? Naw.

I don't know.
For some reason, most of us have never ever (or at least, it seemed like it) came to close contact with any boy yet. I think everyone really tried their best to look pretty, by means of excessive powder (ops, sinong naaalala mo dito Jill?), nauseating perfume, or just a brush. I think I actually DID comb my hair that day (surprise, surprise) but still put on that repetitive checkered hair ribbon that I wear every godforsaken day.

The AVR. I bet it looked like crap compared all the other AVRs in the world, but it'll have to do. It's the best we have. We were all fidgety and panicky for all the wrong reasons. I think the moment we heard unfamiliar boy voices murmuring somewhere outside the room, our eyes widened and our feet were glues to the floor. Yuck right now, but it was really such a big deal back in second year.

We saw big, stocky, boy silhouettes on the curtained window from outside. I think they entered using the front door, and we, girls, were all seated, with vacant chairs at our sides. We held our breath at each boy who entered the door. We were probably mentally rating them, being most of the time disappointed than pleasantly surprised. (HAHA, joke lang, 2-i)

I don't remember what kind of crap games we played, except for that Human Bingo part, which I should've totally won. I think we were all too conscious about how we looked or who we ask, or what to say more than anything. Lunch time and I barely ate anything. I was feeling too puke-y to even think I might be anorexic, which I'm not.

We performed soon after. OhGOD kill me now performance. I think, now that I replay the possible performance that had happened, in my mind, that I should've died right after that. It was my first time to sing in public. YUCK HA. My voice was some nervous wreck. I think I really should have died that day :))

Our "token" was crap, like many other things about us are, and theirs were equally insulting because of the "insert name of the OTHER school they interacted with" printed so kindly on OUR tokens. We understood, I guess. We were too cheap to make an effort to avoid insult. Or something like that.

Regarding my partner, really, we could've been the best of friends. I'm a chatterbox and I've got a lot of things to say, and I could've told him of my countless mishaps and misadventures- if only he spoke up. NO, I think he only said a maximum of two words to me, literally. And to top it all off, he forgot to give me a rose after that ('cause you were supposed to give a rose to your partner.)

I wanted to say, "Gee, thanks for pointing out I'm that forgettable."
Or I could've said, "Oh, I understand why you gave your rose to (insert-classmate's-name-here) instead of me, 'cause she's really pretty anyway."
Or "Fuck off, don't ever speak to me, and don't even apologize through a measly text about this. EVER."

But, I don't know. I really didn't care. I would've if he was good looking. But he was okay, and okay wasn't enough to make me fuss over a freaking rose.

Lots of my classmates were starry-eyed and in love with boys I found particularly un-attractive. I didn't get them. I was okay. I had a rose, NOT from my partner. At least I could keep that and tell my grandkids about my "interaction" in the future (RIGHT.) They were all sighing all over the place, trying to remember the faces of their lucky boys, thinking it was the first and the last time they'll ever shoe themselves to us ever again.

But Y!M works like magic.

And well.

I still have 2-I friends.
I'm super glad I still get to talk to them and stuff like that. At least we didn't fight over people we liked and not liked. We just got along.

Interaction.

It was both exciting and nerve-wracking for a second year girl from an exclusive school with an absence of a social life. Our singing was a disaster, our tokens were a disaster, our hair were disasters but interaction will always be one 'disaster' (if I can still call it that) that I'll never want to remember to forget.

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face it, sucko.

i'm the hero of fools.

all quoted.

"The sad truth is that the truth is sad."

"It's amazing how people are always willing to listen to a man in a funny costume"

"People don't always get what they deserve in this world"

"You can not be a supermodel."

"I'm beginning to think that washing my face is a complete waste of time"

"Most women would rather be Cindy Crawford than Marie Curie"

"The world is a harum scarum place."

"If a guy is witty, charming and artistic, he is probably gay."

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt, filled with odd waiters who bring you items you never asked for and don't always like."

"In relationships, it is best to assume nothing."

"Not only am I very intelligent, but I am also very smart."

"Hey, I heard your friend died"

"Yea"

"Well, don't feel bad. He's an old guy, and that's what old guys do. They DIE."

"Certain things they should stay the way they are.You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know it's impossible but it's too bad anyway."

"I remember how, a couple of days ago, you and I killed a couple of hours with a computer game. Perhaps the game amused me more than it did you; I desperately needed a little respite from all my thoughts. But each time we 'died' in that game, a new screen immediately came up, and we were off again. How can we know that there isn't a 'new screen' for our souls as well? I don't think there is, I really don't. But the dream of something unlikely has its own special name. We call it hope."

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