I’ve had a packed weekend (November 26-27). Last Saturday I went to an eye center (after my Team Sports class) and had my glasses fixed. I had its lenses replaced with undamaged ones (my old lenses were broken like it had been stepped on by enormous pairs of feet; it had seen its better days, definitely). And I also needed to have my vision checked. Tada, it got worse. Before, my vision was 125/175, but now, I already have a 250-something vision. Wow, that’s some news – but not a good one. And also, the optometrist said that I have astigmatism (a visual defect causing distorted or blurred vision, The New International Webster’s Standard Dictionary) but it’s still “tolerable”. My grandfather, Romeo Sirios (Mom’s father), also had astigmatism. Hey, grandpop, we click!


The next day, I met with my best friend Zandro Geral and my baby friend Kathleen Valle and saw Breaking Dawn part 1. Yes, finally, I was able to see the “number one movie of the year” (according to their poster-ads – which I gravely disagree with) and die with jealousy at how beautiful Kristen Stewart was and how exquisite her wedding dress looked. Seriously, the dress was amazing and the wedding venue was… ah, I don’t know how to describe it. And also, it was funny because of my favorite Charlie Swan (Billy Burke) and because of – okay, I’m planning on writing another movie review, so I reckon I shouldn’t say anything else yet. It was a good movie, but I’m sticking with my earlier statement that I’m more excited to see the vampire Bella, her superpowers and Renesmee Carlie on Breaking Dawn part 2. We weren’t able to see the beginning of the movie and probably the Hunger Games trailer (FML) because, well, we got lost in SM North EDSA and tada, we were late. It was extra arduous because, geez, the people! You couldn’t walk and feel comfortable at the same time.


But still, with or without the Hunger Games trailer or the opening credits of Breaking Dawn, it was hella fun because of Zandro and Kathleen. I couldn’t even count the many stories and laughter that we shared. We laughed at the most shallow mistakes and least weird instances, like when Zandro said that, next time, we would see a movie in “Greenbolt” (instead of Greenbelt), or when we gave every food we have to Kathleen because both Zandro and I were full-we-could-almost-throw-up, or when he said that I should get braces too (he has braces now) because I have such bad teeth [especially my lower front teeth – they look like uneven fences made by a blind man] and I said that maybe I can just use sandpaper and file them till they’re even as whatever-even-there-is. We are witty and hottie like that. I’m lucky I have friends like those two, and I trust that I would always miss them (geez, I can’t even say these exact words to them in person).


And then Kathleen and I talked about college crushes and things that Zandro can’t know. And then I ridiculously remembered First College Crush. It’s extremely annoying and hurtful. I don’t want to remember him in an inappropriate way. I told her that FCC and I aren’t really close of friends, but he’s really nice to me and he said things to me (via Facebook) that a not-so-close friend shouldn’t (i.e. saying that he misses me, duh – nothing much better and nothing much worse). And about the fête tickets, the movie poster (and I hope he isn’t reading this because I’m going to freakin’ die of shame because these clues are dead on easy). I’m actually trying to look at and appreciate the exterior and interior beauty and splendor (wow, splendor) of other males, so his name would go down to number three (number 1: Sam Concepcion) on my Top Crush Roll (this is revolting). But it hasn’t happened yet, so… Heck, this is really, really horrendous. Can we just forget about this?


I’m adjusting well in school. I just find my other classes really annoying and scary. I’m serious when I say that I’m not doing well in any one of my classes. I barely participate. I barely do extra studies. Deep inside, I want to say a lot of things and explain my peculiar perspectives and ask questions because I’m awfully curious. But I can’t and I don’t because I don’t want to create a scene or something. But these cowardice and apprehension will only give me bad grades. I want an uno again. I’m really nervous about this.


I’m leaving you guys again with a song (because I don’t really have the writing talent to end a drastic post). This song crawled into my heart the first time I’ve read the lyrics (the actual song wasn’t released yet that time), and when I finally able to hear it, oh my freakin’ wonderful God, I cried. Yes, I have no shame. I bawled my eyes out. And every single time I hear it, there’s always something in the song that makes me feel sad – and also giddy. I know it’s shallow and all, but some songs can indeed make us snivel like little stubborn kids.

I finally asked you to dance on that last slow song / Beneath the moon that was really a disco ball / I can still feel my head on your shoulder / And hoping that song would never be over

I haven’t seen you in ages / Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are / For me you’ll always be eighteen / And beautiful / And dancing away with my heart

I brushed your curls back so I could see your eyes / And the way you moved me was like you were in my mind / I can still feel you lean in to kiss me / I can’t help but wonder if you ever miss me

You headed off to college at the end of that summer when we lost touch / I guess I didn’t realize even at that moment we lost so much

© Dancing Away With My Heart, Lady Antebellum

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