Showing posts with label classmates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classmates. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Pakshetenings

Lougin, Katrina and Maricris are here again. T_T And Maricris even brought her "ina-anak" -_________-;;

PAKSHET.





Sadly, they are the people who don't appreciate my arts.















Wala si Patrick. ^_^ That's the only good thing today.


Whatever. Here's a WIP. :3






Flowers marked in red: Painted with a mouse. Again. But they were sketched first. :D *peace*









Basta, pakshet sila. ^_^

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Reunion of 2nd Year HS from CKSC

Yesterday (Mar. 27, 08), two of my ex-classmates Lougin and Mark came to the house to ask me if I'm coming with them for a reunion the following day. Lougin said that our English teacher/adviser Ma'am Ghem (Germaine) wanted to see us again.

So that day came, which is today, Mar. 28, 08. When we came to Lougin's house (where the reunion is to be held), we waited for quite a long time for Ma'am Ghem to come. She soon came with MJ (Mark Jan, the mortal enemy), and she said that she was surprised to see that MJ is so silent. WTF...

So yeah, "reunion"... I thought that they would notice the change in me, but I'm certain that they didn'.t. Not much reaction to my appearance, my personality... Jeez, some lame people.

Maricris was the top 1 of her class, Lougin experienced most of the good times and good studies in her school, so many opportunities... I wish I had them, so I wouldn't dream so hard of achieving a good life; so that I wouldn't be so emo...

When I first found out about the reunion, I was happy and excited to see them again. But today, I'm just disappointed... They should've at least made it a happy reunion... Instead, it was just like an old visit to some old "friends". Stress on the "friends" because I don't think my connection with them was deep. In fact, today, none of them actually enjoyed talking to me, as if it was how things were before...

The trauma that I had before...it's like it's accumulating up again. I really DO wish that I was Shaia...the Shaia who never cared about what idiots thought of her, the Shaia who never took time to pay attention to them, the Shaia whom I admire for every time I wish that I could be someone... Why can't I? Shaia was just based on me...so it should be easy for me to live like her. As someone born under the year of the Monkey, why am I so different? I should be uncaring of them... I should pay attention to those who do like me, and not those who care for their own!

Why can't anyone see this misery? I wish there was someone who cares...who understands!

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