Bras and Broomsticks

Waking up to the mists of civilization, waking up the midnight's dream. The dream of which lives upon the past. Smiling up to the sky as you reach for the dream you wished upon a star, finding out how impossible everything seemed. Get dressed and slip into your pretty heels and make it look like you're not bothered at all. Step into the car and off you go as you pretend to smile just one more day. As you put your first foot forward into the sale you needed for quite some time now, you begin to wonder where it all went. the past. the upside down smiles. everything. then you suddenly remember that every little thing was put aside for this day is the day you'll finally forget. but can you really forget everything you treasured and kept? the sad poems and pathetic things you've said? can you really put those aside? that was your freshman year. its impossible. moving on. wanting a bra and telling your mom about it would never do you good. especially if there's a cute guy beside the rack and your sister's with you. "get the bra you want na!" your mom would shout out and then here comes my sister waving up a cup C pink bra saying.."this is what she wanted ma, get this!" god! kill now, please! but then it turns out fine when you pick out this really cute one and leave the store immediately! ugh!
but then when you get online you find out....
KOALA BEARS ARE EXTINCT!

A refill to my iced tea please

Preppy smiles and school spirit running about under the humid air and hott sun. Yet going home with the company of an aircon and great talks and gossips with the best friends you love being with. The serious talk about someone you'd never expect you'd talk about! *gasp!* i love it when everything makes sense! :) The excitment buzzed through our ears and so the baths came one after the other. the make up station, the hair station and the everything else. my room lived up to it's reputation, til the end, good little girls cleaned up. teehee! off to harlem then girls. then sober lips strikes again. Perfect girl rolled her eyes at the sight of perfect guy and yet he was the one who helped her out through her imperfections. The night the drunken lips stuck through the beam of lights, blinding the eyes of perfection. Dance to the beat of melodies beating through your heart and let it all spill to the ground. As you see the past pass by once again let not a greeting step out of your lips. Though too sober to think right tonight, you got your friends to stand on ground. And yet the perfect girl stepped into every sip of alcohol there is, and splashed on the puddles of wine. Not so perfect after all and yet the hand held out from perfect guy, showed much of perfection shining through him.

it just sucks that you're supposed to control yourself coz your bestfriend just can't control herself. you're the responsible one.

Uniforms on a saturday

nice fashion statement huh! Lets wake up in the morning too early for a weekend. Arrive in a place you never recall seeing at a time like this. More like on a day like this. Don't you feel weird wearing your socks and leather shoes today? More like your plaid skirt and your cotton blouse. Greeting the sunshine with the winces of sorrow. The only break we have left is tomorrow. Reviewing for a test, our dreadful pamatay test. Math. Why must it rise on this very day? We're supposed to be sleeping by now, that's for sure. Still counting the Zzzs and dreaming 'bout sheeps. Then you sit on your old wooden desk, you're supposed to be in bed! Solving dreadful equations its like counting your bills! Math E. was already crying, imagine how hard it must've been! they had their calculators readyy! The tears rolled by the end of the day yet flag football cheered little boys up. Girls pala. Seeing your bestfriends just brightens up the day. Just tell them not to snap at me then we'll might just be okay.
Walk down the floors of Glorietta with your mom. Shopping. Eating. Talking. Bonding. Loving every second of the day. The spoiled little brat got everything she asked for, from the moment she stepped into the mall, til her last step outside the second one. Its different if you're the first born with love showered upon, though you tend to fade away a bit coz of other siblings, you attract their first attention. Always. ;) Thank you mom for a job well done, you made me forget bout that math test. What a nice way to unwind. :)