Adult and legal.

I turned eighteen two weeks ago.

Yup, that was on the 4th.

My family and I had my "birthday dinner” somewhere at Hollywood, at 12am up to 1 something in the morning.

I was supposed to be at the church at 3pm after school, but I was stuck with my Mom and Uncle. We had to buy stuffs for my debut which was the following Saturday.

I was supposed to meet someone after I say my prayers.

I sent him a text that I will be late and might be at the church around four or five in the afternoon. He didn’t text back.

Just like what I thought, I got home by 4:30pm. I bought some flowers and walked to church. I said my prayers, and offered the flowers. I went outside the church and seated on the bench thingies. I texted him saying that I’ll wait; still, he didn’t text back. I had the thought that he wouldn’t come to see me on my birthday.

I turned my head to my left and saw him coming.

In mind, I started to ask myself such questions:

"Are we gonna get back together, finally?"

"Are we gonna be like how we were before?"

"Well... what are we gonna talk about?!"

I stood up, and cracked up a smile. He hugged me and greeted me 'happy birthday.'He called me by my nickname, and not with my pet name. That alarmed me; nope, not gonna happen.

We talked about the same unusual things we didn't really talk about. School was first on the list.

The clock said quarter before six, I said I'll start heading home. He offered me a lift, but I refused. Home is a walking distance and I didn't want to be with him anymore anyway; not in the way we treated each other.

We said our goodbyes and I gave him the last flower left that I bought earlier.

As I walked home, I heard sirens blasting from the ambulance that was passing by.

I asked myself,

Can that ambulance be for my heart? Coz' It's breaking.

~All I know was that, I had a talk with God. I had a talk with Him, that if you came that day, on my birthday, at His house... that's a sign that we are meant for each other. I had a talk with God; that was what and what is I am holding on.

Look at the time and date.

I found myself sad, again.

You imbecile.
We shouldn't have talked about THAT again.
You, you selfish animal.

I wanna go back to that busy week, that partying Saturday, and that rule-breaking Sunday morning.
That magical week.

Jerk, you brought me back to this ugly reality, again.
!@#$, stop the tears, will I?!

Pictures are all what is left.

The perfect fragile girl.

Delicate as a porcelain doll
Fine as the dust blown by the wind
Pure as the driven snow
Beautiful as the full moon in a starry night.

The one whom everyone would love
The one whom everyone would want to protect
The one who deserves nothing but the best.

Lucky isn't she?

--- grr.
Damn it pishbolera!
Months of not posting anything and this is the best I can get?
Lame post. Grr.

A last semester in a high school student.

Wow, in a very sarcastic tone.

First off, when I saw my period 1 in my program schedule, there's a big time reason why to raise an eyebrow.
My counselor still gave me an English elective as if we have not talked about this before.
As a matter of fact, we have talked about this more than twice. Ugh.

Well okay, maybe she just simply did an honest mistake or "forgot" that I'm already done with my English classes because there are a lot of students' program schedule that should be done, too.
Oh, s-o-r-r-y, but I was once told that "they prioritize senior students."
Or they also forgot about that? Or maybe they switched their priority to everyone else?
But oh well, there's nothing more to whine about this, since there is nothing I can do but wait.

Second period, wow, strike two.
Why am I in an Art Intro class?! O_o
Uhh.
Art Introduction is not equal to Digital Imaging

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Am I missing something?
And wow, I can say that she is hella' obsessed about everything being proportional.
Hm, I say that's good for an Art teacher? I.. guess?

Let's skip period three.

Period four, wow, strike three.
I am now officially a lone wolf in French class.
Is that a good thing or what? Uhh, I don't think so.
For the three semesters of my French class, this is the first time that this happened.
But hey, I found out that I got a pretty good score in our final exam last Fall semester.
Ah, that was a good break from the craziness I'm having for the day.

Skip period five, I'm sort of okay with it.

Period six, nothing much, it's my Math Analysis class.
Ah yes, Math, my weakness.
One of our friends left for period three, and another one wants to switch to honors' class for Math.
I wouldn't really want to whine about that, I mean that's for her advantage and plus the fact that Math is her A+ subject.
But to think that she is the first person I always turn to whenever I need help, you have no idea how badly I want her to stay.
But as I said, it's her life, and it's going to be her decision. :]

I think that was it for the first day of my final semester in high school.
I'm just planning to fix my classes tomorrow, just like what my counselor told me that she's going to fix schedules by tomorrow.

"I'll talk to my counselor, fix this crazy schedule, and the next thing I know, I'm in the classes I want to be in."
I thought to myself.

*toot* There will be no class changes until you hear any announcements that you can finally change your classes. Please wait for the announcements. *tooot*
--says a lady in the intercom. oh and wow, she seems annoyed.

And so, screw this until everything gets fixed.
Ugh. I just can't believe that I am THIS disappointed knowing that it
is my last semester in high school.

_pishbolera

Rebirth.

pishbolera got her wanted URL!
YAAY!!
http://pishbolera.blogspot.com is now available!! (finally!) XD
I so wanted this URL!!

It used to be someone's URL so I was forced to use pishbol-fishball for my URL.
A lot of people finds it confusing (and so do I), but I just can't do anything about it, until now.
I randomly tried to do the change today and turns out that it worked!
I just hope that this change won't make any trouble for those who used to know the first pishbolera blogger site.

However, hurrah for now!

_pishbolera

http://pishbol-fishball.blogspot.com
June 8, 2007 - January 30, 2010

2010

Year 2010.

*chills*
Just reminding myself that it is already 2010 gives me chills down to the spine.

I don't know, maybe I'm just too weird that I just can't conclude to myself that,

"ftw, it is already 2010."

You know what I think of 2010?

2010 = empty white/silver spaces, flying cars, nonstop airplanes, r.o.b.o.t.s (waaa!!!)
Yea, pretty much like the music video of Lady Gaga's song called Bad Romance.

But really, it's. just. weird. too weird, and creepy.

I remember three nights ago, I checked my phone to know what the time was, and saw this:

1/3/2010 5:21am

Dude, it was one of the scariest moment of my life.
2010 seems to be THE robots' age. (waaa!!!)

_pishbolera