Forever

a first hand experience

2009-09-28T04:28:00.000-07:00

SEPTEMBER 26, 2009

i woke up at 7 am. (thank you mom for waking me up late) i was supposed to be at school at 8 am and from the looks of it, i'm sure to be late. i took a bath, dressed up, brushed my teeth, grabbed my jacket and went off. take note, i don't eat breakfast.

it took almost 30 minutes to fill up the van befor we could leave. so, it was almost 8 30 when we left paranaque. i reached masci at 9 am and the stupid gate was closed. i knocked at the gate and the guard opened. it was raining VERY hard at this time. i got in school and headed to the quadrangle. we were just waiting for sasa to return so we could stay at our homeroom.

as soon as sasa came, we went to our room and stayed there. we asked gervin to load our phones because we wanted to text people. but the stupid rained weakened the signal so it was useless to text in the room. we headed to the second floor. i have to tell, that i was quite happy because there's signal. i texted errol but taguig had weak signal so it took like 10 minutes before i could read the reply.

the janitor locked the audi gates so we were forced to practice at the bordner building. the way to the audi was not so pretty because it was raining hard and our shoes and pants got wet because the water was already rising. we got to the third floor and kuya ralph thought the facilitators the cheer. the cheer was cool. really cool. then we thought the non-facilitors their own cheer.

we looked out the window and we were absolutely surprised. there was now a body of water in front of our school. it's called "ilog taft". then there was this another body of water called "ilog faura". there was no more cemented surface to walk on. we showed it to ma'am okafor and she told us that we should all go home. i texted my dad, asking him what to do. he told me there was no choice but for me to walk and face the knee high flood. i was disgusted at the thought of it but he told me that if i don't leave the school that instant, the flood will go higher.

so with all my courage, i faced the flood and walked from masci to UN station. i rode to carriedo to make a roundtrip so that i dont have to cross "ilog taft' that was looking pretty high. after 45 minutes, i reached edsa station. halfway through the footbridge, i could see that there were no jeepneys or buses passing EDSA. i turned around and went to the skyway jeepney terminal. much to my bad luck that there were jeeps but they were not gonna leave. so i texted my dad again and told him the sitch. dad called back and told me to try the MRT route. i think he forgot that i have never ridden an MRT before. so i asked him how that goes.

as soon as the call ended went back to EDSA station ang got the bridge to the MRT. i wasn't quite sure what to do. good thing, kuya maki saw me. we were going to the same station so we went together. we were almost at the ticket counter when the platform operator ordered the temporary halt of the selling of tickets because the platform was still full. so we had to wait for 30 minutes before we got our tickets. we got on a train and 2 stations after, we went down. we were at the ayala station already.

i was supposed to take an fx to sm bicutan but there was none so i got to another option: taking a bus to sm. so i went to the bus stop and looked for one. it was almost 20 minutes before one came. i saw that it was standing occupation already but i had no choice. it was wait another 20 minutes or ride. (i would like to thank vonne and brennan for teaching me how to ride a bus.) so i rode the bus. we were in the magallanes overpass when the bus suddenly stopped. the passengers looked out and to my disbelief, we saw a "war of the worlds" like scenery. cars were not moving. they were already out of lanes. people were already walking in the highway. three-fourths of the passengers went down to join the others walking. there were almost 10 of us left. i picked a seat took my jacket off and let my hair down. it was 2 pm when we stopped there. after 4 hours of waiting and texting, we were already moving. i was very relieved that i'm near to getting home because 1)i was low bat 2)i haven't eaten yet 3)i was soaking wet. i was even tempted to accept *****'s offer to stay at his house first. :D

after 20 minutes, i reached SM bicutan. dad was there waiting with our car. i got in the car immediately and headed home. i was so tired. the first thing mommy asked me when i got home was "kumain ka na ba?". (she knew that i skipped breakfast) i went to the bathroom to take a thorough bath. flood water is disgusting. after taking a bath and putting on clothes, i got to the living room. we ate dinner at 8. (that's our usual time of dinner). i watched tv for a few more hours and got to sleep.

by now, i'd like to thank errol for constantly checking if i'm okay and if i got home already and for keeping me company throughout the trip and even as i reached home. :* . and to kuya maki, too, for going with me in the MRT. thank you, thank you, thank you.

that's all. till next time. :)

i am very sorry for growling at people

2009-09-12T04:35:00.000-07:00

september 11, 2009- it was a PTA meeting and card distribution day. parents were coming to school. tita joyce, august's mom, asked us to fix our "bulletin" for that event. ma'am basco was not there so we decided to fix the "bulletin".

we were having a hard time sticking the pictures because the bulletin was a piece of wood covered with cloth and the only things we can use to stick the pics are thumbtacks. we were almost halfway through when somoeone brought out something to make sticking the thumbtacks easier.

i was kinda getting hot headed because our hands were already aching from sticking thumbtacks into very hard wood. do understand that we almost filled the whole bulletin with overlapping pictures. suddenly someone was talking to me and i unintentionally growled at him or her. i realized that i growled at that person when he/she said; "naku. si camille parang tiger nanaman." "nanaman". i was surprised. it means it wasn't the first time i growled at someone.

i've been quite moody these days. very moody. i am quite surprised that i have mood swings. one minute i'm laughing my heart out, the next minute i'm staring at nothingness.i feel very depressed sometimes. other times i feel so happy. it's weird.i find myself very weird. this is another proof of my weirdness. (okay patrox, i admit and i am sharing to the world that i am weird)

so. i am sorry to the people i growled at. i didnt mean to. sorry carla! i wabb yuu. :)

it's a good day to play in the rain

2009-09-09T03:05:00.000-07:00

hell-o. it's 09-09-09 todady. carmela said today was lucky, and i think it turned out pretty much like that.

i was pretty damn late because of two reasons: 1. i woke up at 5:37 am; 2. it was traffic because it was raining hard. but then it turned out that because of the rain, i was no late. thanks, rain!

our first period teacher/adviser is absent. we understand. she's going through a rough time. but the nice surprise was that our second period teacher was also not around. 2 hours break was very boring. we had english class. then another hour break for our physics teacher was out.

we were practically trapped in the canteen area because CAT officers are guarding all the staircases. so we had no choice but to stay in the canteen. but then my mom and ate isley's mom texted. classes were suspended. but it looks like the office was not aware yet that there was a suspension, so mommy ahnee and the others went to the office to ask but no one was there. the nurse informed them that classes will be cut at 12.

we didn't want to attend TLE/HE/Journ. good thing mr. divina excused us in order to finish our grades. we proceeded to the abr room and what we didnt know was that hertz was supposed to be the class at that time. so the other girls were forced to report in front of two sections.

i dont know what the others were feeling that time. it looks like the others were nervous. i was texting that time. i wasn't listening to the reports. shhh. quiet. after the reports, we were out of school. i went home. but i had a problem. i had no umbrella. good thing masaru was going home already. but then, we had another problem. dandararan! the crossing was flooded. so we thought of a way to cross without getting our feet wet. i was kinda drenched in the rain until i got home.

so that's it. very tiring day but kinda fun. oh. before i forget. i'd like to thank carla for lending me her coat. thanks carla! aiwabbyuu. you didn't hug me before i went home today. :(. joke. wabbyuu.

so. that's all for now. 'til next time. :). :*

hell-o.

2009-09-06T20:51:00.000-07:00

don't get me wrong. i'm not sadistic or pessimistic. i just have an attitude of making things sound bad or mysterious or whatever. i prefer dark atmosphere over light. it's my nature. i, myself, don't even know why. promise.

i'm camille. born on the seventeenth of april. i may look older than everyone in the class, but i am younger. a lot younger. i was born in 1995, so i'm 14. i prefer not being asked my age, though.

currently, i'm a junior in the prestigious manila science high school. i am a proud berzelian. i like going to school simply because it's boring at home. i can say i am pretty good in science and english related subjects. i kinda not like filipino. i have a difficulty with the filipino language. mathematics is ok. but physics is the best.

music is my passion. i play the guitar, piano and drums. august and ralph calls me the one-man band. cool, right? i write songs too, but don't mind asking me to post the songs here. they'll just weird you out. i write sad songs whatever mood i might have. claire de lune is my favorite piano piece, by the way.

novels are another passion. novels are my bookshelf's best friends. i prefer shakespeare and stephenie meyer novels. i'm quite a fast reader. it takes me 3 days to read a novel as long as twilight. romeo and juliet and macbeth are the best shakespearean novels in my opinion.

the most special thing about me that i could share to you is kinda weird. i have eyes that change color. they're called mood eyes. they change with my mood. you can call them cool or freaky, whatever you want. i don't mind. really.

i like blogging. but dont expect me to tell you everything that happens to me. this is not my diary. but i do keep one in my bag. special events? sure! i'll tell you about them. no biggie. as long as its something worth sharing, i won't be greedy about it. that okay with you?

so. i guess that's all for now. :*