THE POOL EXPERIENCE

Febraury 25, 2012

 It all started when I woke up at about 9:41 am I think, because I slept late from blogging.
At 12:30, I attended the first event I would go to, in the mall, in which case we ate, had some laughs, looked around, and took a visit to the picture studio. I left when they were about to go to the movies, because I had to go to a second party. Also, because someone there was so shy it was annoying ( i wont tell who )
I was headed to the second party, a pool party, to celebrate my classmate and fellow Polarian, Abigail's birthday :D
I think I was a little late when I got there, but anyways, we became the first batch to go there, we had a lot of fun in the car, and we even picked up another friend, Claire.
We then set fort our journey to Eagle's Ridge.
WHICH TOOK US SO LONG. 
OH SUPER LONG.
Give or take, 10 minutes.
I know, my sarcasm needs a little work. Whatever.
Anyways, so when we got there, seems that the last people who had their reservation extended a little, so we had to wait near the playground before we could swim :D
There was this river with a bridge beside the playground, we went across too.
Even though some of us were practically about 15 or 16, we still ran around, screamed and had fun.
It was also so cool at the slide...and the swing, and the seesaw.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Then we got on to the pool because we kicked out er- made the last people leave.
Unfortunately, only 3 of the group along with some of Abigail's classmates jumped in.
I WAS ONE OF THEM :D
So we swam, we ate at that restaurant upstairs (which made us walk up that very, very, long stairway), then we swam again, then we ate the real food, then swim again, go up again, swim again, it was an awesome cycle that continued up until about 10 or 11 pm.
What made it better was the water balloons.
Nice, Claire, Jieco and Jewel would throw the balloons and we had to find them underwater.
One big case was the bees. We found out there were lots of drowned bees in the pool, and Jieco resurrected them of some sort xD and threw them to us.
We named the balloons to.
Jieco had SINK, the pink balloon.
I had JEWEL, the biggest green balloon. :D
Then Abigail taught me to float too.
Afterwards, went for coffee at Mt. Everest restaurant (I'd rather call it that, although it was Anton's.)
then swam again, and finally changed back to dry clothes at the bee-infested CR.
Afterwards, came one of the climax of the night.
TAKE NOTE: This was a true story.
:DDDD
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So, when we all were dried up, we realize that Abigail's parents just left us when they delivered the food.
So it was only us, and the empty pool, empty place.
Trust me, I would've wanted it to be empty, unless it was not.
I just noticed the balloon life-size soldier was already lying down.
Then they all felt a cold chill.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" one shrieked, which caused us to alarm.
We all screamed and gathered about 4 meters away from our table.
We squeezed with each other, we felt like sardines.
Our screamed sorta echoed that gave some of us goosebumps.
We were already proposing our theories about what we would do if there were a ghost or a zombie apocalypse.
"Let's stick together! If we get separated, the more chances that they will kill us one by one."
"Let's throw the zombie murderer to the pool, or we can jump in instead."
"We can just stab them with any object then ran away."
"Let's offer Jieco as sacrifice then run away while they devour him."
Ha ha ha, I didn't know about the last one, but someone did say that.
xDD
Then afterwards, some of them already had the feeling like, we were all being watched.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" someone shrieked again.
We all screamed, then ran towards the stairs.
We didn't get to the top yet though, we had a small refuge moment at the second drinking station before the Mt. Everest restaurant. 
Then we noticed that there was a dark, gloomy space to the left side.
We all shrieked, again,  this time, we went straight to the Mt. Everest resto.
We stayed there for a while, sat down and tried to regain our breaths.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" someone shrieked again.
Then we all screamed and ran towards that function hall with the green light, and waited for Abigail's father.
Then we were all already pretty spooked, 
"What if there was a ghost in that car?"
"What if we'll never see the light of day again?"
"We should stick together, they can't kill us if we're together."
Then suddenly there was a light from a car, illuminating.
Our hopes were high, we thought we were saved.
Then it was just a red and black van, you know, one of those times when they kidnap kids using vans.
Everyone screamed and ran towards that poorly-lit table, it was a part of the restaurant, but it was higher, with spare tables and chairs to the dark side.
We all tried to convince ourselves that we were all just imagining things.
Suddenly, one of the caretakers, I presume, was there and we had to ask,
"Are there any ghosts here?"
he replied with flashlight flickering,
"Don't be afraid of the dead, fear the living. On those streets, just down there, it's where common people get raped and snatched." (of course, he said that in Tagalog.)
He was looking straight at Razia when he said 'rape'.
He was a creepy, old man, about 50, more or less.
Then we saw Abigail's car AT LAST.
We ran to it, and quickly scurried inside.
Before we left, we laughed at the experience,
BUT WE NOTICED.
The man who talked to us at the Resto was gone.
We had no choice but to just tell each other ghost stories in the car.

.....
THE END
Yes, it was pretty far-out, but truth be told, it happened. :))
 

Talkable: Fishing for compliments.

                                  "OHMIGOSH I'M SO UGLYYYYYYYYYY!!"

 (photo not mine, and no, she didn't say she was UGLYYY neither)

You see, you're on facebook, then suddenly you see a girl with a beautiful picture of herself, then you see the caption.
"I'm so ugly."
then you rush to comment and say how much they're wrong.
SRSLY? 
one thing, if you know you're ugly in that picture, WHY THE $%^& MUST THE WHOLE WIDE WEB KNOW?
and if you were, why would you post it in the first place?
You sir, are Fishing For Compliments.
It's called a Get-a-life-and-stop-fishing-for-compliments-you-attention-whore syndrome.
Sometimes, yeah, we do need a boost of our self esteem.
BUT THEN, when we argue with them about how pretty they are, they're like, "Oh nooooooooooo. I'm so uglyyyyyyy."
AW HELL NAW

As a matter of fact, yes $%^&*, you are ugly. 
WHAT? You want US to say that? that ain't the right way to ask for compliments. better yet show the whole world how pretty you are instead of fishing for those...good...modifiers.
Stop it.
Everyone knows your beautiful already. Cut the chase.
I mean, I do understand, sorta. When we say that we're pretty, people would say like we're boastful, or proud or something. that's why we're doing this.
I'm trying to find a logical explanation here.
So, who's at fault?
Both the us and that 'pretty' person.
THEM because why the heck do they have a self esteem problem. Go to a psychiatrist or your best friend.  kindly leave the social media alone.
US because we shouldn't judge them just because they think they're pretty or something. That's when they start to have self esteem issues. (yes, its our fault) tell a girl she's ugly and she'll remember it. 
NO ONE WAS MADE UGLY. 
Be happy of who you are, don't let others do it for you. :) :*

Don't read this. JUST. DON'T.

"No really, I got a rose, a letter, and some chocolates today. BUT THIS?"

 HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
 Emo all of a sudden?
Happy Valentine's everybody! :D
What did you get? A letter? Rose? Chocolates? a date? something special that your loved one did for you?
Congratulations!
No, but really.
Please ignore me this time.
This is just one of those times when I want someone to comfort me, but in my case, being forever alone, I write to take of ze pressure. I made a blog. and now, this is becoming quite, personal (?)
See? today is the day of the hearts for 2012.
I gave him cookies, you know, anonymously, just to see if he cares or something.
Like all girls do. Sorta.
And he was just like,
"Meh, Imma just eat this cookie and I won't care who the eff it came from."
I know, I know, some of you probably think that, it's true. That if one is given a cookie, he/she must eat it. No question.
BUT.
IT... was Valentine's.
Every action, every letter, tear, or confession given that day is special. Yes, that includes cookies.
but that wasn't just IT.
(C'mon, I wouldn't fret just because he ignored my cookie. hell naw.)
sometime later...
I saw him, writing a %$^*&#^ letter.
^%&*(^%$&- it means a bad word. I don't want to write it. O:)
then I saw a bouquet? was it a bouquet? or maybe just a flower.
WHATEVER, HE HAD FLOWERS.
and ...
and...
and a %^&*(^#%&$ heart shaped chocolate cake.
then he left the classroom, and came back texting.
OH %^&%%%%%%%%%%%%%&#.
Srsly.
SRSLY?
I know, it's my fault I was a bit shy. BUT SERIOUSLY? I DON'T DESERVE THAT.
or maybe i do, but still....
Hurt is all I feel right now.
How can he like someone who doesn't care for him as much as I do?
Why can't he just be a bit sensitive.
I AM SO ^&*%^## OBVIOUS ALREADY.
What does he want me to do?
Prepare a love song, gather all of our classmates to help me, and sing for him on stage?
welll....
AFTER WHAT HE'S DONE, HE AIN'T WORTH IT.
I wanted to cry too, but what the heck.
AW HELL NAH

No guy (except those in heaven and those who die) will ever make me cry.
NO, LYEN, JUST. NO.
I just know too much not to do it even if I wanted to that I won't do it.
Sorry for this. I was just too upset.
Don't worry, I have an idea for another talkable and a continuation to Classified Agent Inlove soon :)
 HERE, FROM ME, TO YOU:
HAPPY VALENTINES! ;))

Some Fantasies We All Dreamed

"To be honest, I know we all daydreamed about impossible stuff."

 Alright, so remember all those time when you just start to think about useless impossible things like maybe you were a mutant or something?
I'm sure you did. at least once, or many times. :)
Let's start off with something very typical,
"I wish I can turn back time."
Why? So that you can correct mistakes right? Get a good score in a quiz, rob a bank, tell a lie, or maybe even to just prevent an injury or something.
But my personal opinion here is that, whatever you are now, is a result of something you did that could've never changed. Unless you're regretting something, that's bad. But anyways, you know the time paradox thingy? Whatever you change in your past WILL affect your future.
So, let it go. You can always dream about it, but you may have to wait for a few more centuries, or years, or days, you'll never know, for a time machine be invented.
In the meantime, just hang in there, I guess.
Next, one of the basics as well,
"I wish I could fly."
Imagine all those times that instead of walking or waiting for the car, or even for the plane, you could've just flew? The feeling like, when you're up there, touching the clouds and everything, that would've been so awesome. This is definitely one I would like to have.
Too bad it's sorta impossible. I mean, humans have invented a few substitutes, like hang gliding or sky diving, but nothing can ever beat if you can fly. Just. So. Cool.
Also, let's not forget,
"I wish I can move things with my mind."
If you know who Andrew, Matilda, and Professor Charles Xavier were, then you would definitely get this.
They say it's called Telekinesis. Moving things with your mind. HOW EPIC IS THAT?
One word to describe this: Laziness.
This is what lazy people would love to have, imagine, you won't have to get up anymore (unless for peeing) because all your things will fly to you immediately.
C'mere, remote!
C'mere ice cream!
etcetera, etcetera...
Okay, how about the,
"I wish that I can just make all imperfections dissappear."
A quote from the insecure ones.
Pimples, Eye bags, glasses, dark skin, braces, big nose, big ears, all the basic "ugly" things people might've seen, you'd all want that away from you.
Well guess what?
Nobody's perfect, and you ain't nobody, unless you're Barbie.
We all have our flaws and bad vibes, why can't you just accept it?
I'm not trying to be the bad one here, but it's true, nevertheless.
BUT STILL, I have to admit, I've been through this. I always wanted to remove something, but sheesh, these days, all the boobs aren't all that real anymore.
So, for the forever alones,
"I wish he/she would like/love me back."
Alright, Valentine's day is coming. (Just reminding)
When we're lovesick, heartbroken, and all that emo, we always wanted for that one stupid bastard to like/love us back, and not to be so insensitive about the way we care for them. We care for them more than the ones they like, and guess what? They still don't appreciate us.
(Spoken with experience? ooohhh...)
It's normal, you know. Heartaches, and stuff, we always wanted for that person to show as much care for us as we do for them.
But a little tip from the free person:
If they ain't lovin' you back, they ain't worth your love at all.
(Ok, u must be wondering which side I'm at.)
That person, whomever he/she might be, isn't worth your time at all.
Now, a few supporting facts to this quote, is when you imagine all the sweet things you could've been doing when you two are together.
How meant to be you are, how perfect, but still, nothing happens.
THAT my dear readers, is the origin of this suckish quote, which I happen to understand. (found: guilty.)
Lastly, of course, the one fantasy I've always wanted for myself to come true,
"I wish I can grant my own wishes."
WHY?
coz like this, everybody wins! :D




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Forever alone (another vday short story)

"Okay, so you all heard my friend, Forever Alone here, right?"

                  
"ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! GOODBYE ANDY."
"Wait! No! Jill! I'm sorry! Don't break up with me! No! Wait! I can explain-..."
she hang up on him. "Oh Sh*t. Great, just fantastic." he sighed.
He sat on the couch and stared at his unfinished martini on the table. Then he looked around, realizing what he had just done on the phone, whether should he regret it or stay single for the time being. Then his eyes were caught up on something. The calendar hanged up at the corner of the room.
"Wait, tomorrow's what?" he peeked closer...
"VALENTINES DAY?!?!" then he gave himself a major facepalm.
That explains why his girlfriend, Jill, possibly a supermodel if she wasn't so conceited, was so grumpy. Tomorrow would be the day of the hearts, the day every single person hates.
VALENTINES DAY.
he stood up, gulped the remaining martini and went inside his bedroom ans scourged around his closet, that looked like it has been dumped garbage with, for centuries.
Let me explain Andy to you. You see, he's much of a ladies' man. He knows his way around girls, can get them wherever he wants *ifyouknowwhatimean* whenever he wants. He's unexpectedly dashing and much of a smooth-talker, but he's like, a magnet for bad luck. He gets them, everytime.
"Ahh, here it is!" he smirked as he got a little black book full of girl's names and their addresses and phone numbers. He's quite a name dropper too. "Let's see, just ONE date for tomorrow and I'm all good." he sighed, realizing his objectives.
He picked up his phone and went into a calling craze.
If you're wondering how it went, here's a small edit of what the girls said to him.
"Sorry, I'm busy." , "Sorry, I already have a date." , "I made other plans." , "Who are you again?"
Poor Andy. His charm ain't turning right tonight. and what a bad night it picked, too.
He sighed and made his fingers crack, exhausted and deliberately desperate in finding a date tomorrow.
"What am I gonna do? I don't wanna be Forever Alone." he sighed as he threw his phone in his bed and dived through the haystack.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He woke up at 11am, the best time to wake up for him, because that means brunch and you're well rested.
He was even humming while cooking his breakfast, he ate, took a bath and changed clothes. He went to his friend's house, Max, video game millionaire, and played all the games some guys only dreamt of having. Yes, that was a video game paradise. Afterwards, he was called by Matt, another rich pal. They went around the city checking out his new Lamborghini, Ferrari and Chevrolet. Then he called his brother, Joey, and went to a skydiving center.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" he screamed as he jumped from the helicopter, all the way until he had to pull his parachute.
Afterwards, he called his brotherhood gang, and decided to end the day having a boy's night out with lots of beer and a great football game.
He went home, tired but happy from what happened by being forever alone this Valentines.
Before he went to sleep, someone knocked on his doorstep.
It was Jill.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I was just so mad. Forgive?" she said, seductively at that.
"On one condition."
*lesexytimeifyouknowwhatimean*
THIS WAS IN FACT, ANDY'S BEST EVER VALENTINE'S DAY.
Yours can be too. Don't let being single or heartbroken or something, stop you from having fun this Valentine's. NO DATE? NO PROBLEM. I know what you're thinking, who am I to tell you this, right? Just an advice, bro. Stop being emo, and enjoy what life has to offer.
If you have no rich millionaire friends who have Chevrolets, you always have 9gag ;)

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WHAT IS LOVE? (valentine's day special)

What is love?
A kid said,
"It's when your puppy licks your face when you get home...
even though you left him  the whole day."
A big brother said,
"It's when I know you steal and eat the chocolates in my bag that I bring home after school....
but I still keep in the same place."
A mother said,
"It's when I know you'll keep messing, and messing, and messing your bed every morning...
but I still make it up for you to sleep in every night."
A dog said,
"It's when even though you leave me here, every morning...
I still love you and guard your house."
And I say,
it's when you're willing to do it,
even though you know how much it'll hurt you, or how much that person doesn't know you're doing it.
LOVE is something we all have.
Just have to dig deeper then.
HAPPY VALENTINES! <3