Aftertaste

It's been a while since I last journalized the goings-on of my life here. Even though I constantly do a disappearing act, I'll never forsake this blog of mine. Blogging is a part of my top ten favorite things to do. I lurve blogging.


The reason for my disappearing act [again] is a matter of choice. When life gives me lemons, I make lemonade, right? But sometimes, when I blog and write my thoughts on my lemonade, I tend to lose the "momentum" and end up spoiling the lemonade. So I chose to finish the lemonade first, and enjoy it while it lasts. Then, I'll write about it's aftertaste later.

[I hope you get my symbolism here :) ] Now, I believe my lemonade is finished. It is proper and fitting then, that I'll tell you about the aftertaste of it. I don't know where and how to begin. Hundreds of things have had happened. I'll sift all the happenings and tell you the most juicy details.

So first of all, let me tell ya'll that in more or less, 30 days, I am going to leave the best times of my life and grow up. I am going to graduate from high school. I'll save all the sad words when the BIG day comes.

Next, I went to my second, and last high school prom a day before Valentine's day. It was a masquerade night.It was err.. fun for most, but not for me. You see, my hormones [!] had been messing up with my utterly vulnerable heart days before Prom [I'll tell you more about this petty thing when the right time comes] . So I ended up going to Prom thinking I had a semi-broken heart. The whole night, I was pretending that I was having a good time [Actually, the Prom Night itself wasn't very entertaining. It didn't pass my standards of a good party so I guess, I wasn't pretending at all. HAHA] . Basta. To make the long story short, I was just fooling myself. Semi-broken heart? Very very funny. I wasted my Prom Night having a delusion. Truth is, my feelings [and hormones!] were just messing up with me. Hello? I don't get affected by petty boy problems. I have an attitude like a spinster. But then again, my hormones were messing up with me. Sigh..

Moral lesson: Guard your teeny, vulnerable, weak hearts from those deceitful hormones.

Next on the list, is Valentine's Day. Well, what should I expect? I had a bad pre-Valentine's Prom Night.. It was predictable that I'd have a terrible Valentines too. Likewise, I wasted my Valentine's Day. NOPE! I DID NOT stay at home and whine all day. I had a family date with my Mom and Dad [see? how cool is that?Hehe] . We went to an acoustic concert with Paulo Santos and ate a heartful dinner. Everything seemed perfect but I had a bad time. Because of what? HORMONES! This time, they messed up my brain and had me thinking of the unfortunate events that happened to me in the previous days. Sigh. Remembering those days simply make me sigh.

My lemonade sure is sour. But, as I was about to finish my lemonade, I tasted the sugar dissolved at the bottom of my glass. Then I realized, my lemonade wasn't that sour after all.

You know the sugar part of my lemonade? My final high school Retreat.

I've never cried so much in my entire life. I cried an ocean as big as the Pacific [exag]. The entire experience made me put to heart and mind the most amazing and truest Love of all, and just how muuuuch like a family our class is to me.

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Everything make me wanna be like Peter Pan. I dont want to graduate yet. Time really plays tricks on me. Just when I was really starting to truly, madly, deeply love high school, it will come to an end soon.

Time is cruel.
There goes the aftertaste.