As shady as this sounds, yes, I am trapped in shambles. I'm trapped in the very same shit hole I escaped from two months ago*sighs*.

I don't want to deal with this anymore.

Even my writing style is suffering. I can't even construct a decent paragraph without cliches and/or grammatical errors. Am I losing touch? or is pressure getting the best of me? It's not an "author's block" phase since words easily come, the problem lies in application. Dear-oh. Grease play is coming soon. I'm playing one of the pink ladies. *huge grin*. Yes, I know. It's a musical so I'll be forced to sing. For those who'll be there to listen, excuse me of my very bad voice. Unfortunately, when God sprinkled immense voice quality the baby version of me was yet to be conceived--I mean granted. Whatever.

My planner is yet to be broken--so will I. A senior's life is tough. The list can go endlessly without a tinge of pity for us--the ever so hardworking students of the sadistaS. Yes. Sadista sila. Haha. Even if you're tonsils get flattened out because of the continous "tama na", you'll never hear them back out from a test. Even more, they'll crush whatever morality you have left in your bones. Take "Ms. I'm-So-Hard-To-Please" as an example. She'll praise you're class today and poop on your face the next. I still can't believe I'm taking her class!

Oh sweet mother of Jesus, help us! Please let us retain our sanity. Help me retain my sanity. Thank goodness, no classes tomorrow. Whopee.

Whew. When was the last time I ever updated my blog?Hmm. I can't seem to remember. Sobra tagal na ata. Everyone had already posted their retreat picas in multiply, I'm the only one whose left on the streamline=)

Retreat is over. We had it in Antipolo. I was expecting WAY more. My mindset that day was to make this retreat a serious one, but no! I don't have any reasonable explanation on why every session we have seems like a rigorous task rather than an experience. Since I can't connect with the retreat master my hopes were all in vain. It was more of an everyday lecture in class than the supposed "spiritual healing". Damn. Oh well. Since I can't do the reconnecting thing I opted to do the next thing in line...munching on the goodies. All we ever did was eat, eat, and eat. Their food was good. Home style cooking I should say.

I brought Ms. Cameo for vanity purpose. At syempre ano ang nangyari? Ano pa? Eh di vanity session with iv1. Haha. Swear my iv1 chicas are so vain!=) Here are some of the picas. For more see: www.divaism.multiply.com

la chicas

Whopee. My weeekend was moocha fun. Went to eastwood to celebrate jackie's sweet sixteen with the gurls. Meryll and I were a tad bit early since I had to do do some "blowing off the steam" a.ka. shopping. The party is to start at around seven in the evening we arrived there at three in the afternoon. So much time for picker-ups!

Meryll is the best shopping buddy. Thank you dear for enduring all of my unethical expendetures. Kuripot talaga ako. Don't let my closet fool you. Haha. Since we have lotsa time to spare Meryll and I did some strolling with smoothies at hand and criticizing models who were there for a photo shoot. Haha. Bad natin=)

As we drag our tired feet to the venue of the part-y, which is Jack's Loft, rain poured. As in one-hell of a pouring rain action. At least everyone got there safe and sound. We spent the better half of the party striking poses for the cameo instead of eating and drinking. Good thing I brought my senora cameo to accompany me. Theresians are so vain. Haha. That's why I love them all. They ain't no copyfreaks and pathetic social climbers. They are my original chicas. Haha.

this is what you call a bar. dark, alluring and pseudo mysterio.

yup. another pose.

peps. chicas from way back. i miss them.

drink patti drink! poor aki. bata pa!

...and so the night ends. Final shot: a wasted shot of the hippie...

...not a pleasant pica. Better delete it soon=)

more? see my mulitiply: www.divaism.multiply.com

NAsH is over. Whopee. Scream for joy.

It was held at DLSU. Gosh. All thos days of mind boggling debate really was not the best experience. I had to leave home at six in the morning, carpool with the team to La Salle and be there for the good part of the day; the worse part was that I get to go home at fucking eleven in the evening. If you've seen what I look like whenever I collapse on the comfort of my bed at those not so pleasant time I assure you, its not a pretty sight. Haha.

Okay lang. The experience is to die for. I had the chance to socialize and create new friends with other schools. Really fun. Brought Ms. Cameo for vanity purpose. Haha.

At the break night party held at The Venue:


Alex from DLZobel and Mika from STC.Haha.

remz and mika smiling oh-so lovely

mika: didn't see that one coming!

stc team A, B, C

acting out the part. drunken girls on the loose?

atmosphera at the venue.

pout those lips!

the bar has lotsa vibes so someone is bound to get wasted. Guess who gets wasted first? Remz! Haha.

NAsH is over. Whopee. Scream for joy.

Gosh. All thos days of mind boggling debate really was not the best experience. I had to leave home at six in the morning, carpool with the team to La Salle and be there for the good part of the days. I get to get home at fucking eleven in the evening. If you've seen what I look like whenever I arrive home at those not so pleasant time I assure you, its not a pretty sight. Haha.

Okay lang. The experience is to die for. I had the chance to socialize and create new friends with other schools. Really fun.