Blog-stalking leads to writing

I figured out that dawn is the best time to write. I don’t know why, but, my mind feels so strong and sassy (fave word) right now. It’s almost 5 in the morning as I am writing this and I can hear faint sounds of nothingness. It’s good.

I was blog-stalking last night and I found this one with some really emotional stuff and I was appalled by the contents and of course, the writer himself. I didn’t know how their relationship grew, but apparently, it broke.

This one made me get my laptop and write how everything goes in my life (It’s sort of a competition, tbh. I mean, why the hell did people start blogging after I did? Lol, I’m sorry, I have a trigonometry hangover and I tend to be arrogant when I get that). I don’t need to write about heartbreaks and pain—man, I am so not into those. I choose to start everything I do with joy and purity; starting something with anger, sadness and guilt is almost like ending it too quickly, trust me.

So, I haven’t updated since forever. I must say, we have a lot of catching up to do. June a.k.a. my month started. Hey, my birthday was rad! My circle prepared a very cute surprise that I anticipated because I knew they were gonna do that for me (and the diva in glasses), aye. We stayed at school until 7:30 yesterday because we were waiting for the fellow CAT officers (the word 'officers' is emphasized) Gen, Vem and Diane (say thanks). It felt like we owned the whole school grounds because the lower year-levels have gone; and the seniors were upstairs. After bruising my arms because of the volleyball training (wow) by Lev; scratching Abi's knee (the blood wouldn't come off, btw) because of chasing the ball (the ball was supposed to be mine, don't deny it, abi); doing a few squatras (-is that how you spell that?) with Pat; listening to Fritzie's high and annoying voice (I'm sorry I can't think of anything else); Michael having fever because his girl wouldn't text him back (I think), they didn't arrive. So we (more like Fritzie and I bc they went to Lev's and it was unfair. F.O.) just went home and yeah dayum, my body hurt.

Heading out

Don't hate us cuz you ain't us

Almost there...

TOO FAB FOR ANYONE ATM TBH

(I was the photographer! Circ, don't hate me bc ilysm)

Since school started, extra time has been temporarily deleted from my vocabulary. Oh and by the way, my class is pretty cool. I don’t feel like an outcast anymore which is a good thing. Other than that, my circle is stronger by the moment. It’s a secret bond you nor we will never know.

The first day of classes was very quiet for me. I didn’t speak the whole time since I was a newbie. It went by so slow, but it was fun. We were laughing like crazy craics and you can’t deny that we were actually too loud for the other classrooms to hear, but we didn’t give a damn, like we do everyday. But I realized something, though. Being in the section I am in is very worth it. I get to be with the “best of the bests,” as they call it, and hell, that’s a big opportunity. I know (and will continue to) how reckless, happy, vulnerable, and mad the people I was once afraid of can be.

I told myself months ago, I’d do everything just not to get into the pilot section. I told myself I’d cry if I ever got into the pilot section. Well now, I say, screw that. It may be corny and lame but I am starting to fall in love with Alpha.

via Joseph Paraiso