Rainy day

Today I woke up to the heavy and loud noise of the rain. Well, actually it was my mother's Nth time to attempt to jolt me to get going. So, I drove to school after all my morning rituals*wink wink*. As I was approaching the gate to exit my village, the first thing i saw was flood. It seemed like the PACIFIC OCEAN mysteriously transported itself to the backpart of my humble village. I took that as a sign. A sign that gave me a hint of how my morning will be full of wet roads and heavy traffic. When I arrived school, there were parking slots but those spaces were full of water. So, I parked my car as quickly as I could then the very moment I stepped out of my car *SPLASH* i stepped on a puddle. A very deep and wet puddle. Then I rush to my first class (calculus) with soaking wet sneakers. (I HATE the FEELING of wearing WET SHOES, especially when those shoes are not exactly WATERPROOF.)As usual I was late for my first class. What do you expect from me? I consider my self as a late bloomer (so to speak hehe:D).

Even if the rain was pouring down really hard, my day turned out okay. Classes were suspended. But we only had one class left. Atleast classes still got suspended. *WOHOO!!!!*Exept for the part where I forgot my KEYS in my CAR AGAIN!!! I seriously think that I have a memory probem that I told my mom about that she completly ignored. I think it's the fact that she's in denial. SHE doesn't want to admit the she actually has a daughter that has "D-I-F-F-I-C-U-L-T-I-E-S" in remembering stuff. Who can blame her. She is HERSELF. Anyway my MOTHER is a different blog . If ever I do write about her, expect a novel, or a series of blogs all about her.

See Y'all tom!!! or the next day I write here again!!!

thanks for reading!

=LUPITA=

A boken circle

FOR FRIENDSHIPS THAT ARE NON-EXISTENT

Everyone has their own group of friends that they normally hang out with in high school. In my experience, I rummaged for qualities that standout among the people in my school. Its was really not that hard to look for people that I can actually get along with given that I've known these people ever since kindergarten. But being a "not so social" type of person, I just let things happen. I don't go out of my way to join a "Barkada" or to engage my self in activities that I don't like just to be accepted. I go my own way. But that doesn't mean I'm anti-social, it just means I have my own opinion and my own stand in every aspect. I had a series of let's just say transformation during my high school life.

Every year, I have different sets of friends. But one circle remained strong. Even if I gained new friends over the year, at the end of the day they're still the ones I want to hang out with. At that point in time, I thought, that even "Millenyo" can't break us down. Our friendship grew more by the second. Never in a million years would I expect that our bond would just disappear. Never have I imagined that a little separation would change everything. In my case, I guess I grew out of the group. I discovered that I had different priorities than them. But that doesn't mean that I put them aside. Or that I just completely forgot about them. No! That is SOOOOOO not the case.

Yesterday, I finally caught up with reality.

The facts are:

1. people who you thought still thinks about you are actually NOT

2. people who you think are just SOOO BUSY that's why they're not keeping in touch such BULLSHIT!!

3. It hurts to find out that they still "PARTY" w/o you (all the while thinking they have STUFF to do)

in a sentence....

THIS IS JUST ONE BIG CRAP!!!!