I had my graduation rites done on March 24, 2012. My school was very strict with the practices and wanted it to be perfect. We had a whole month dedicated to the practices, and the teachers stressed on the singing, march, and arrangement.

My batch was really obedient during the practices and so we had a lot of perks. In reward for our good behavior, our students’ activities coordinator gave a lot of free days for us seniors. The last days of high school=most relaxing days ever.

While walking the aisle in my graduation mass, I was so surprised to see the church. It was literally decked in flowers and green foliage. I also loved how the pews for the graduates were covered with white cloth. It looked so clean, fresh, and pretty. It felt as if I was attending a wedding!

The mass was one of the most memorable masses I’ve ever attended to. The homily was meaningful, everyone sang their hearts out in the songs, and it was solemn. It was fun to see people hurriedly go out of the church once they were done with the recessional!

Four people in my batch had the same shoes as me! I’ll let you in on where we bought our shoes- Payless. Small world, huh? Continuing with the photostory, Patrice and I did our own make-up, inspired by Michelle Phan’s graduation make-up tutorial, with a few twists and adaptations because we just couldn’t get it.

The graduation stage was held outdoors in our graduation. The maintenance and our drafting teacher did a great job- more flowers and more lights! It was great for photos since there was light everywhere, allowing people without external flashes or fancy cameras to still have clear photos.

Our graduation songs were “We Leave You with a Smile” and “We Can Make a Difference”. None of the two are familiar, and I just knew of their existence when they were assigned to us. I’m not sure if a video is posting up or anything, but I’m not expecting it to sound like a really angelic choir. In one of the songs, our music teacher changed the voicing last minute, and you can figure out what happens next.

We were allowed to take pictures with each other after the ceremony ended! Patrice and I were both awarded as athletes of the year in Scrabble while I was honored as one of the lectors of the year.

I’ll miss high school.

Under the strobe lights, we can let go of it all. After midnight, partying until tomorrow. Whatever happens tonight, just stay by my side. So this calls for a celebration.

I still remember my very first day in high school in full detail. I brought with me a big blue shoulder bag that held all of my notebooks and a matching big blue envelope which held all of my papers and some books (looking back, I must have looked like a complete idiot). The few people I knew in my freshman class was a gay guy who I was classmates with in the sixth grade and some schoolmates. We were mostly strangers in one class.

And then I thought, “Hey, I’m now a high schooler. This is going to be fun.”

And so the days passed by. Sophomore and junior year came and the next thing I knew, I was enrolled for my last year in high school.

It was then that reality hit me. All this time, ever since I was a freshman, I had always thought, “I’m still young. I still have more chances to make my mark here.” and all of a sudden it was gone. I always believed that I still had time to do my wish list in high school, to do all these crazy things I saw in movies and shows. For the whole time, I felt like the same old annoying freshman going in different classrooms for the past three years. It was as if I was a freshman yesterday and then today, the subject of college was suddenly brought up.

I’m not going to say I don’t want to grow up because everyone has to grow up and mature. Maybe what I’m trying to say is that I’ve wasted so much time deciding what and when would I do the things I dreamed of doing instead of actually making them happen.

That’s why I’m going to give it my all this year. When I said I wanted to befriend almost everyone in my batch, I meant it. I’m going to be wild and crazy even though it’s my last year in the school. I’m going to be the most hard-working person I’ll ever know in my existence.

I’m not going to waste any more time.

This week and the next is devoted to the completion of our school materials which is basically the teacher’s way of pay back.

Remember all my blog posts about how I hate TLE and Religion? Well, they’re making me hate them even more.

I’m basically passing late requirements in the sake of completion and I’m really wishing to turn back time so that I’d be like the girl my crush likes. You know, the complete studious and well-prepared type? Maybe if I’ll be completed with all my requirements in two weeks, maybe things won’t be so bad.

And maybe my crush would start noticing me.

Back to my boring high school life, my classmates and I are competing with each other to choose the representatives for the year level cultural dance competition. For my group, we had qipaos sewed by one of our groupmate’s mom (benefits of having a dressmaker as a mother) and two black fans for each member.

Did I mention that one of my fans got broken because of a male classmate?

I had to wait for about three hours for my group to fully come together for us to finish our English project. The date was originally set tomorrow but since I wasn’t available (thanks club activities!), they changed it today. I feel so important.

In the end, it was kinda like a total waste of time since all we did was watch this overly exaggerated Thai movie, the boys played volleyball and the project was in a USB which was brought by our group leader’s big brother.

After that, we went to the local mall to buy cloth for our P.E semi-finals costume wherein we were required to perform a Chinese fan dance. Fortunately, one of our groupmates has a seamstress for a mother.

My blog kinda got leaked out to one of my friends and I kinda think she knows who Mr. Crush is.

And I’m losing followers! Just shows how boring my life can get.

Me and a friend had decided to teach ourselves basic Japanese skills with the help of this self-teaching Japanese book Lorie’s uncle bought back in 1981 from National Bookstore. It’s really helpful and I can kinda understand the very basic sentence structure of the language.

Once in a while, a friend would take the book away and start testing my vocabulary by spitting out random Japanese words for me to answer their meaning. It was nerve and brain wracking since they all sounded familiar and the meaning was at the tip of my tounge.

Then she looked up to my crush and asked him to request a word for me to translate.

And I was mortified when he asked me to translate a word I had never heard. It was abunai.

After a few minutes of total frustration, my friend told me that abunai meant dangerous. Looks like Mr. Crush didn’t know what it meant so he asked me to translate it. Beauty Points: -1

On another account, Mr. Crush has quite joined the Teach Yourself Japanese Group! Now I get to talk to him and we discuss how to understand Japanese in an efficient way. Awesome!

Oh, and I wrote abunai on Photoshop since it’s such a special word to me now./biased

My hiragana is awful, I hope it’s readable.