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There were a lot of changes this junior year. One for instance is instead of having only one adviser the school gave us two. One is a newbie teacher and one is a pretty teacher which happens to be one of the owners of the school. The social groups are broken but there are still immature people who still act like inconnu.
Some of our classmates changed residencies and others simply just changed schools. There were issues that happened in the first years of my high school which in one way or another affected the school’s name.
There was this one time when two of my classmates are exercising P.D.S.O. or Public Display of Sexual Organs. There were sitting behind me and the boy started the activity. He started touching the girl’s boobs which eventually led to unhooking her bra and then the girl started stroking the boy’s cock. Even though no orgasm was shown but take note they are doing it in a classroom with students and a teacher while class is in session.
Imagine that!!!
Anyways, back to my topic. This year became one of my unforgettable years in my life. One of the highlights is the Sports Fest. After the Award’s night all the seniors broke into tears. We, as juniors, were touched. The party lasted for 4 hours and some of them continued drinking. I did not join them.
I love being in High school and really it’s the best 4 years of your life…trust me.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Me as aJunior
There were a lot of changes this junior year. One for instance is instead of having only one adviser the school gave us two. One is a newbie teacher and one is a pretty teacher which happens to be one of the owners of the school. The social groups are broken but there are still immature people who still act like inconnu.
Some of our classmates changed residencies and others simply just changed schools. There were issues that happened in the first years of my high school which in one way or another affected the school’s name.
There was this one time when two of my classmates are exercising P.D.S.O. or Public Display of Sexual Organs. There were sitting behind me and the boy started the activity. He started touching the girl’s boobs which eventually led to unhooking her bra and then the girl started stroking the boy’s cock. Even though no orgasm was shown but take note they are doing it in a classroom with students and a teacher while class is in session.
Imagine that!!!
Anyways, back to my topic. This year became one of my unforgettable years in my life. One of the highlights is the Sports Fest. After the Award’s night all the seniors broke into tears. We, as juniors, were touched. The party lasted for 4 hours and some of them continued drinking. I did not join them.
I love being in High school and really it’s the best 4 years of your life…trust me.
Some of our classmates changed residencies and others simply just changed schools. There were issues that happened in the first years of my high school which in one way or another affected the school’s name.
There was this one time when two of my classmates are exercising P.D.S.O. or Public Display of Sexual Organs. There were sitting behind me and the boy started the activity. He started touching the girl’s boobs which eventually led to unhooking her bra and then the girl started stroking the boy’s cock. Even though no orgasm was shown but take note they are doing it in a classroom with students and a teacher while class is in session.
Imagine that!!!
Anyways, back to my topic. This year became one of my unforgettable years in my life. One of the highlights is the Sports Fest. After the Award’s night all the seniors broke into tears. We, as juniors, were touched. The party lasted for 4 hours and some of them continued drinking. I did not join them.
I love being in High school and really it’s the best 4 years of your life…trust me.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Revelations ...
All of a sudden she stopped answering my calls, stopped replying to my SMS’s and basically she isolated herself and this wasn’t her at all. Our last conversation was very usual and almost like all our other conversations. We updated ourselves to what happened in each of lives, said good nights and said our 143’s and that’s it the next my inbox was empty.
I was used to her getting angry when I replied her late and ignoring her calls while I am at class but this came out from nowhere and for 2 weeks I lost contact.
I missed her a lot. There were times that I even paid for her pre-paid account just to have contact. My inbox and outbox were almost to their limits when we talk and now it’s empty. All of a sudden she’s ignoring my calls, I was not born yesterday and it’s clear to me what she’s up to.
On our 2nd monthsary I received a SMS from an unknown number saying:
bBy, s0ry I wAs bC, BtW !ts my nEw n0S.
I took some time to understand what her message was but translated to formal language this reads as:
Baby, sorry I was busy, by the way this is my new number.
First of all I don’t want to be addressed as baby—so fling-ish and she’s perfect in grammar and never used the SMS language and contractions and especially an exclamation mark in place of an “I”. I can feel that something is really wrong.
For 2 days I acted like there is nothing wrong while there is. When I can’t stand it anymore I grilled her questions I never asked her before and found out that from all this time that I thought T***** was her real name I was wrong. Her real name is B*******.
Her answers were revelations I never expected. I thought it would end in the name issue but it did not stop in there. There were a lot more issues and answers which are enough to crush my young heart.
I know I may sound sissy and all but she crushed me and this is the only medium I know where my feelings can be fully shown.
I was used to her getting angry when I replied her late and ignoring her calls while I am at class but this came out from nowhere and for 2 weeks I lost contact.
I missed her a lot. There were times that I even paid for her pre-paid account just to have contact. My inbox and outbox were almost to their limits when we talk and now it’s empty. All of a sudden she’s ignoring my calls, I was not born yesterday and it’s clear to me what she’s up to.
On our 2nd monthsary I received a SMS from an unknown number saying:
bBy, s0ry I wAs bC, BtW !ts my nEw n0S.
I took some time to understand what her message was but translated to formal language this reads as:
Baby, sorry I was busy, by the way this is my new number.
First of all I don’t want to be addressed as baby—so fling-ish and she’s perfect in grammar and never used the SMS language and contractions and especially an exclamation mark in place of an “I”. I can feel that something is really wrong.
For 2 days I acted like there is nothing wrong while there is. When I can’t stand it anymore I grilled her questions I never asked her before and found out that from all this time that I thought T***** was her real name I was wrong. Her real name is B*******.
Her answers were revelations I never expected. I thought it would end in the name issue but it did not stop in there. There were a lot more issues and answers which are enough to crush my young heart.
I know I may sound sissy and all but she crushed me and this is the only medium I know where my feelings can be fully shown.
Burgeoning Affair
Before I met B*******, I had this friend whom I met via SMS. We never got the chance to meet eye-to eye but I can really feel that there is a strong connection b/w the two of us. I felt that mutualness I never felt with B*******.
We are strictly friends, no strings attached. She lives only a jeepney ride away so I was scared that she will track me. I hid my real identity to her which eventually I regretted of doing so. I realized we are so close to each other and keeping this as a secret is a stab to our strong friendship.
I can tell her almost everything. She’s the Dr. Phil I never had and the companion I longed to had. I wanted to court her long time before I had my first fling but she is very conservative (typical Filipina) and her parent would never allow her to do so. She said she came from a middle wealth family and her mom works for the RP government and she refused to reveal her father’s occupation. This made me wonder, what if she’s a daughter of a soldier. I know how strict a soldier to his children because my dad is a soldier himself and trust me they tend to be very protective, which is good because you can feel that you are safe.
We sometimes fight like cats and dogs which made our friendship colorful. How we met is through a common friend and my classmate. She claimed she never met our common friend before but she had an idea of how she looks (corpulent).
I like her. I really, really do. We may fight, argue and debate a lot but without those my day would bland. She’s the cumin of my everyday, the confection of my sweet tooth…how I hope she was mine to hold. I may be committed but I can trade that commitment just to hold her so.
Her image maybe a mystery, but her heart and soul was familiar. They say to see is to believe but the eye is to be fooled moreover, to feel us to believe.
We are strictly friends, no strings attached. She lives only a jeepney ride away so I was scared that she will track me. I hid my real identity to her which eventually I regretted of doing so. I realized we are so close to each other and keeping this as a secret is a stab to our strong friendship.
I can tell her almost everything. She’s the Dr. Phil I never had and the companion I longed to had. I wanted to court her long time before I had my first fling but she is very conservative (typical Filipina) and her parent would never allow her to do so. She said she came from a middle wealth family and her mom works for the RP government and she refused to reveal her father’s occupation. This made me wonder, what if she’s a daughter of a soldier. I know how strict a soldier to his children because my dad is a soldier himself and trust me they tend to be very protective, which is good because you can feel that you are safe.
We sometimes fight like cats and dogs which made our friendship colorful. How we met is through a common friend and my classmate. She claimed she never met our common friend before but she had an idea of how she looks (corpulent).
I like her. I really, really do. We may fight, argue and debate a lot but without those my day would bland. She’s the cumin of my everyday, the confection of my sweet tooth…how I hope she was mine to hold. I may be committed but I can trade that commitment just to hold her so.
Her image maybe a mystery, but her heart and soul was familiar. They say to see is to believe but the eye is to be fooled moreover, to feel us to believe.
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