teEteRinG oN hiGh hEeLs, fRusTrAtiOn aNd a tiNgLiNg oF soRts

let me start by telling ya guys that i don't usually sound this shallow... usually. so, that means, in five out of twelve months, im as giddy as a headless chicken.

anyhoo...

im wearing my wedge sandals right now... the strappy ones with two-inch heels. i officially look like an amazon. thank you, ladies and gentlemen. without further ado...let me start with the moment i wake up: six-fifteen, forty-five minutes past my supposed wakey time. i wear a pink--glaringly pink--top and these blasted heels. i remove my pe stuff from my bag. off i go.

im two friggin minutes late for my english class.

nothing much happened today. what an exciting new entry, no???

oooohhh... we have a neew classmate. damn him. he complicates things. unwanted distraction, damn it! he's belgian, eighteen, blue eyes (sabi ni isel but i really didn't want to look at his face).. he has this name, which i forgot, that sounds like "evariste"--one of the characters in my stories. he has disrupted the flow of the M02 class. the following hour after his arrival was so comical, it almost brought me to tears:

tanya: (usually sleepy, bored, jaded) ... (but now, ever so perky!) we have a new classmate!!!

M02 looks. brows shoot to hairlines. jaws drop, drool proceeds to flow...i reluctantly look that-a-ways.

(finally gino talks!) and i feel as if im pole-axed.there, wearing a green shirt, is the PALEST person, the BLONDEST dude i have ever laid my virgin eyes on.

all hell broke loose.

everyone was giggling. even miss lin. everyone was flustered. everyone was... well, belgian-struck. others were threatened. gino and nonoy were laughing their butts off at the girls' reactions.

(btw--my first reaction was: "do you have guylian chocolates with you? you know--the ones shaped like seashells and seahorses?")

this is just so funny.

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i want to talk about gab. mainly because i just saw him pass by. anyhoo, he's this blockmate of mine, a pure-bred atenista. first time i saw him, i thought of two things: 1.) "who does he think he is--acting like he owns the school?!) and 2.) "did he get lost?"he doesn't look like a writer.(i'm sorry bout that... not saying that writers look alike. heck, if i weren't me, i'd think i wasn't a writer too. but you get my drift, right???)

but then, everyday, i learn more and more about him. the revelations are disconcerting and pleasantly surprising. yesterday, i saw him reading "the grapes of wrath" by steinbeck... today, i saw him filling up an application form for HEIGHTS--the school's lit publication. cool.

well.. goes to show how assumptions can bite you in the ass.

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once again we discussed the status of one of our blockmates. nikay and sandi're asking. hehehe.

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the thorns on my side sa nat. sci were absent. wala lang.

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I'M GOING TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE OF THIS BLOG--I BLEEPING KNOW IT!

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went to isel's place for lunch. yummy embutido... i was weighing the merits of each kind (by the way they were cooked)--fried and baked. i think the fried is yummier.

i cut p.e.!!! congratulations, your first cut of your college life! and the fucking guilt is killing me.
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kaka and charz look cute daw. hindi po ako ang nagsabi nun.

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i miss batista.

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i read jason's blog. it friggin hurts and annoys me. im sorry, kuya jase. sorry. i appreciate all that you did for us. im sorry for my actions, if they offended you or pissed you off and im saying sorry in behalf of my block... no, we don't behave that way because we're writers but it's usually a sufficient excuse. and we ARE writers. WE. not those angsty emo kinds though SOME OF US ARE LIKE THAT. some of us are passive. some of us are uncooperative. some of us are kikay. some of us are bubbly. some are angsty. some are children of celebrities. don't hold that against us. i'm not angry. just deeply hurt. no, scratch that: i am angry.

how's that for emo?