More of me and my hair cut in my beauty blog. :)
Pamelle is a real girl who likes all things dainty.
You can’t lose something you never had.
That’s a fact. It’s ironic how we hold on to things, how we claim them, when we don’t even have any right to do so. When they’re not even within our reach, or grasp. It’s stupid how possessive human beings can be. How we honestly think that we can have everything we want.
Sometimes, maybe most of the time, I hate putting my head over my feelings. I hate the fact that I’m always sure with what I do, that I think of the consequences my actions bring. Whatever happened to seizing the day? To live like there’s no tomorrow?
We may not see each other in college. And someone else has caught your eye. Maybe because she had the guts to make herself noticeable to you. Even when I saw you first.
I don’t even know if I regret not being able to~*L3T m4H f33L!n6zZ T4k3 0v3R*~ but I know for one that you will never notice me.
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.
Tomorrow, I am going to graduate high school. I can’t believe four years has already passed; that I’ve already encountered the epitome of teenage life. Somehow, it all seems so surreal. I still feel like my gawky thirteen-year old self, with unmanageable hair and low self-esteem. But then again, who doesn’t?
I may not have done the crazy things people do in movies. I may not have experienced having a boyfriend or being confessed to, cut classes, rock out in night clubs and discos, having sleepovers with my friends, rebel my parents in an extreme manner, or been into serious drama with my friends, but I have learned a lot of things. I learned that although everyone’s opinion matters, the only person who can allow certain decisions is yourself. That beauty is just a term and that it really is relevant. Mistakes happen, and sometimes people aren’t really what they seem to be.
I learned a lot of things in high school without the unnecessary hate or pressure, hence being labelled a good girl or kiddo (which is also the name of my beauty blog, heygoodgirl). I wasn’t popular, smart, or extremely pretty. Most of the time, I didn’t know what stereotype I belonged to. A lot of people labelled me as quiet. But then again, I think they’re wrong.
When you think about it, the real essence of high school isn’t about labels or stereotypes. High school is about learning to go with those people and finding your own identity. It’s a time of self-discovery, and realizing what you want, your strengths, and your weaknesses. Sometimes, you get surprised by your innate talents which pop out all of a sudden.
I would be lying if I would say I wasn’t a successful student in my high school years. I was awarded for being one of the most active lectors in our school, and was chosen for being one of the best athletes in Scrabble of my batch. Yeah, I know. I’m so athletic. But the value of high school isn’t in the awards, the honors, or the medals you receive. Rather, it is in the amount of what you have learned (academically and personally), the experiences you have cherished, the friends and relationships you have made. High school isn’t just a preparatory for the tertiary level of education or a higher form of basic education; it is also the playground for the real world.
There’s no such way to describe high school. It is a different experience, and most of the time, may be where the happiest and saddest moments happen. High school will forever be the highlight of our youth, were we are confused whether we are too young or old enough. Whatever it is, high school will, and always will be, incomparable.
Congratulations, batch of 2012!
During computer class, the guy I always found adorable ever since the first day of class was logging in Facebook. He was apparently finding embarrassing pictures of my classmates to share in our section’s group (because apparently, that is what mature sixteen-year olds of my school do: taunt everyone of their pictures back in the awkward puberty stage) when he saw this picture.
It apparently reached his news feed (I don’t know why) so he turned around and asked, “Do you really like the way you look here?”
Not knowing what to reply, I just shrugged and replied with a “Why?”
“Nothing much,” he said without batting an eyelash. “I just like you the way you are, that’s all.”
My school lives on the motto of “Ora et Labora” which literally means prayer and work. The motto was made by St. Benedict for his Benedicitine nuns, but apparently, since our school was under the Order of St. Benedict for so long, the motto has apparently been adapted to ours as well.
And when they say prayer and work, they really do mean prayer and work.
The day after the earthquake hit Cebu, all of the schools in our island were dismissed. Except ours. In the second or first week of June, it is most likely that our school will schedule the first day of class for the new school year between those days. When a guy shamelessly asked a girl if she would be his girlfriend on the school quadrangle during Valentine’s Day (complete with friends holding placards of the said image and him walking down the quadrangle holding roses as if he was walking in an aisle) our students’ activities officer hurriedly went up and confiscated the IDs of anyone who was involved in the said ‘scandalous’ activity.
What a great school, huh?
Guess who passed the entrance exam of the college of her choice?
I took the entrance exam of the oldest university here in Cebu, along with some 100/200/300+ schoolmates a few months ago, when the university’s testing center went to our humble school.
The results are already in our guidance office (delayed for a few weeks tho) and I’m really nervous if I passed the exam or not. It also doesn’t help that that was the only entrance exam I’ve taken yet; I haven’t scheduled a test with my other two choices.
I do hope I get in tho! *crosses fingers*
Joan: I bet you can’t live without the internet.
Me: I so can.
-a few minutes later-
Me: JOAN WHERE IS THE INTERNET WHY AM I NOT CONNECTED OMG I AM DYING GET ME OUTTA HERE
Winston told me he had a gift for me.
“You have to get it later,” he said.
Lo and behold, I got a hair pin set ♥! Though the design isn’t really my cup of tea, you can’t really help but say that this is one of the most beautiful holiday sets I’ve ever seen-and I mean it!
Thanks Wins! You’re the best guy friend ever. :)
