my F1rst blog... ever..

Since, this is my first blog (ever!:) i have to do it nicely and meaningfully.. My sis, jez, just asked me to open a blogger account. I borrowed the laptop from her then, maybe intentionally, she left the internet in the Blogger site.
Well, since i'm already in this site, i tried it. Hope it'll work! wish me luck!

Right now, I'm actually staring at the monitor thinking what to blog.Hmmmmmm...

I still can't think of anything! Whew! Help! Help! Help! :)

Oh, i think i already know what to blog..



Last June,'07 i walked into my school as a senior. That same minute i walked into my school looking for my friends. I didn't know where my room was until the guard pointed me to the last door of the building. As I step in the room, I was slightly shy. I didn't know why. They're my same junior mates. Maybe 'coz we didn't see each other for less or more than two months, I'm not so sure, but there's a strange feeling of pagka-ilang.. Anyway, as the days go by, we started doing the same things as we do it last year.

From June to October, things are going well. I had my best friends, Danelle, Von and Potong.

Until November came and there was a sudden misunderstanding between me and my best friends, Von and Potong. At the beginning of the class, I was just having fun being alone, then, unconsciously my friends noticed that there are changes between us when they tried to talk to me, i just answered a nonsense respond and we started avoiding each other. My birthday (Nov 19) passed without any improvement in our friendship status. Christmas time came and we had a gift giving in our section and I heard some rumors that one of my best friends

picked my name accidentally.Finally, the gift-giving time came! Knowing that one of them will be giving his gift to me, I hurriedly went home avoiding them. The night the gift-giving was over, one of our kasama's, ate jenny rose, handed me a gift wrapped in a brown wrapper labeled: To Vanj, From Von. Inside me, I was happy and little sad when I received the gift, but, we all have pride that's why I said to ate Jenny that I won't open that gift forever. The Christmas vacation was over, it was already 2008. A terrible, horrible, embarrassing, defamating incident happened to me before classes resumed. That was the time that I needed moral support very badly. First day of school in the year 2008, I can't enjoy being with my girl friends, because there's really one thing bothering me. Everytime I see happy faces I ask my self why can't I have a smile like those smiles I see everywhere around me, until tears have fallen from my eyes unnoticingly. My best friend, Danelle asked what is wrong with me, I tried to hide the sad face, but I just can't get over it! I cried in front of her, not telling her why, but I know that she felt the very deep meaning of each tear that has fallen from my small eyes. After a few moments, I was calmed down and she changed the mood. She told me stories w/c encouraged me a lot. I know that I needed those words. I was just so thankful for having such a blessing like her. Anyway, back to my boy best friends. They heard about my problem. I thought, hearing it would lessen our misunderstanding, but I was wrong. One day, I entered the classroom, the two of them were singing, " Lonely, I'm mister lonely, I have no buddy..." I felt that my blood rose to my head and I know that I blushed that moment because of my anger. That moment, I didn't continue to enter the classroom. I went to the office, sat at the sofa, listened to my mp3, and when I felt better, I went back to the room. When it's time for class dismissal, I accidentally saw one of my church mates. I ran into the office, I cried. I felt so embarrassed. I thought of so many things, including committing a suicide. But, of course, as a God-fearing individual, I prayed to God, asking for help. As months pass by, our prom was on the list. The night was incomparable. It was a dream prom for every junior and senior! I was so grateful that night. the day after the prom, me and my family went to Baguio City to have some rest and some bonding when a my mom received a text message saying that one of my classmates just died in a motorcycle accident! I was so shocked. At first, I didn't believe it, but when my mom called my teacher, she broke into tears, I got the answer... We hurriedly went back home to know how things are going. We went to my classmate's house, and I saw many lights around a long, white casket. I wanted to cry loudly. But my tears just don't fall. Days passed by and finally, it was Monday, classes resumed again. I can't imagine entering our classroom without Juancho. The class was so deafeningly quiet.. My classmates don't stop wiping their cheeks and sniffing and sniffing.. I tried to break the silence by switching on my speaker. Little by little, it worked. Days went on and on.. Until the day that Von walked in front of me, in his head down, he apologized to me. Right away, I accepted his apology and also apologized to him. Finally, Von and I were okay. Although we didn't have the closeness that we used to have for 6 years, I felt better. I thought that forgiving him was the end of my trials, but I was wrong. Potong still hates me.. haha! Anyway, days before graduation, I opened my YM and saw that he's on line.. Unexpectedly, he sent me an IM saying, "good evening". I replied right away and guess what, we're now bestfriends..again.. Until graduation day came, time to let go... I hate it when we said goodbyes to each other, but that's life... Nothing's certain, except for changes...right? Potong will be studying in Baguio, Von at Cabanatuan, and Vanj just over there... haha...

Even if we will be parting ways, we would still be friends and living away won't change that...


I hope you enjoyed reading. That's my 4th year high school story...


VANJ