just a peachless day...or was it?

I am still at the point of wondering within myself why yesterday didn't seem so right. I went off at four feeling sorry for myself and my class for not getting the incentives...and yes, for not winning any special awards.

Just thinking now: If I ever get this posted, it'll be my first blog ever...I used to be against blogging, because of the idea that manual still works best, but well, look who's finally ready to go scribbling in the net!

Anyway, regarding yesterday, I walked off the scene with a heavy heart that I even poured out to mom all that had transpired that day. On the right senses I take note not to, because she's particularly harsh when dealing with pathetic problems like her only daughter in the family.

Pathetic. Yep, I admit I was feeling like that yesterday. I watched the video of what had happened onstage, and I really felt that it was great, except for those particular people who deliberately didn't take this whole thing seriously (I won't have to mention names...it's over, who point at characters now, right?).

Now I can really say that a bad apple really does a lot of harm to a whole basket of them. No wonder Jaypee, our most respected instructor, was very serious about pulling off people who don't seem to have their hearts set in the program...now I really, really know why.

But before I fell asleep, my reflections tell me I've had a pretty great day, especially when Paulo, arrived with Berenice and Shuri...three of my most trusted friends. They saw me perform. It was an answered prayer, for I had been praying for this, even at backstage...to the last minute, I had been walking around fourth floor nursing corridor, watching the stairways for any sign of them- barefoot and with corn-colored hands...thank God for his humored blessings...

Too bad they had to leave as fast, for when we were about to go back to sj together in our car, ma came telling us that we have to go to Caloocan to have the car checked-it's overheating! (Later we realize that the car had no water anymore. Papa scolds me. Ma suspects it as a sabotage plan of someone in the Mendiola neighborhood. Sigh...)

I might have to wait for Saturday before we can catch up on recent issues, hehehe. I can't wait! Also, there's the arrival of Tiffany, back from her retreat...I hope she had fun..!
In the meantime I'll surf before my volleyball PE, three pa eh...cge cge! Go Peach!