A princess with a prince and the sunniest of smiles. A sixteen year-old low-profile blogger from the PHL.
Painting smiles and devouring on art since '96; a clumsy writer and a hungry reader; sarcastic and strange but all the same driven by a grand pursuit.
Mock Wedding xx Photobombs
Yesterday was the grand yet slightly epic wedding of our class bride, Jaimee and groom, Karl James. I was one of the wedding planners together with Joyce and Jem. This is my third time to organize a wedding so far, and it is of all, the grandest yet.
Clarence and Jaimee (Arrhae bearer and the bride)
The flower girls *u* Aren’t they the cutest?
nuxx. chixx Make-up Artist and the bride
Wedding ceremony which almost had us three (wedding planners) killed because of none other than our priest who thought his job was to blow our covers up.
A legit wedding cake with all 38909876 layers would be very heavy for us that is why we came up with this qt cupcakes, icing and sprinkles courtesy of Joyce, Channel, Cristina, Jem and Jet.
The Perks of Being Wedding Planners and Gerald holding the cursed microphone. This in Ilocano is what you call the “Naawanan ti namnama” pose.
And we pulled through. The Wedding was a success, thanks to this fresh new couple.
Dances.
Garter toss! Aaaaaaannnddddd….
got it.
I dunno what you call this part but it’s when the one who caught the garter + the one who caught the bouquet part :»>
Which was followed by the cupcake rampage :DDD
And they lived happily ever after.
Click the link below for the Photobombs
I screwed it
“Bago ko sign-an ang clearance mo, magsorry ka muna sa mga kasalanan mo sa akin”
-Mrs. Marianne S. Basamot
Mrs. Basamot is our Physics teacher and I sure owe a lot to her. And I felt rather guilty and regretful of how it was just then that I realized all the creepy and disgraceful acts I’ve done before this upright woman. So in compliance with her condition, I enumerated my long lists of faults with an escaping smile and squeezed eyes in front of her and her witnesses aka other students who wish to have their own clearances signed. But I didn’t think that would suffice. Hence, I decided to apologize to her in one of the most important dimensions in my life- this blog.
Mrs. Marianne,
I would like to apologize for all the mischief I have brought during the entire year, though some of them were pure humorous ignorance but still, most of them gave me the identity of a clumsy menace. I may get into your nerves sometimes but please do understand that often in my failures and mischief do I find the most precious lessons. I am naturally this way. Please do not think that I planned to act and do as I did for the intention of crossing you or making you angry intentionally. I have never thought of such.
And here goes my long list
I am sorry for:
- sneaking my heels out of your desk and failed to let it come to your attention which was very rude of me, I must admit
- always reading pocketbooks during classes. (John Green is quite hard to resist)
- doing crossword puzzles when not busy reading pocketbooks (what don’t I do in your class?)
- sleeping during your classes when not busy reading or answering crossword puzzles during class discussions
- accomplishing unfinished concerns in other subjects during class discussions when not busy doing the last three stated above
- taking your subject for granted most of the time
- turning down that helpful and grand offer of representing the school for a Science quiz to compete among other provinces because of that sheepish movie taping we were having during that week.
- always passing schoolwork a day or a week late or sometimes I don’t at all.
- not really taking your advice seriously on not walking unguarded in the pouring rain. (but i love the rain ;-;)
- being insensitive towards your feelings.
I really am sorry. I’m going to take your advises seriously and I won’t let the same thing happen again with any of my professors in college. I can’t take to disappoint you beyond this one. Thank you for everything. Just literally everything. :(((
Love,
Irina Asleigh T. Belmes T-T
Most tear-flooded prom ever.
Almost three guys cried when they went to ask me to dance. I somehow did and did not enjoy the evening. I mean, I do love my dress and I do love that my hair behaved well and nothing humiliating happened but I’m not exactly ecstatic at the end of the evening.
I mean, Josh was crying, Vergel was crying, a couple of boys brought up the fact that I was leaving and that I would be missed and I just didn’t like the aura of that. I wanted to spend the night without thinking about tomorrow or anything about leaving.
The dances I enjoyed most were those I had with my bestfriend, Clarence and Josh (lady’s choice) The one with Renz was quirky as always. People always have us mistaken for being secret lovers but the hell we aren’t. Yes, friendship of the best kinds still do exist between the opposite genders, romantic relationships set aside. The dance with Clarence was amazing. He came up to me and said, “Halika sayaw tayo, diba favorite song mo yan?” When you say nothing at all was playing and before he came to me, I was contemplating on how depressing my situation was, with my favorite music on and no one special asked me to dance. Thank you perks :)) You saved me from my desperation. Charot. The one with Josh was a lot more romantic. It was actually my first time to initiate the “I love you” thing and somehow I felt like the corniest thing on earth. I swear I’d never say or do that again. He was emotional (emotional as in with tears pouring down the way an old man urinates) because of the fact that a.) this is the last prom we’ll ever have b.) I’m leaving soon for college at UPM.
Even if most of the people who made my night special, though not enthusiastically happy, do not know about this blog’s existence, I still would like to thank all of you. and even tho I may not be able to mention everyone who did or somehow attempted to dance with me, you know yourselves. Thank you as well :))))
P.S. I did not cry tho. not a single tear was shed.
Photos by Mama Claudette Ragonhan :)))
This was last 02.16.12 at Noel’s pool parteh. I believe the pictures could speak for themselves and these are just some of the decent photos I have.
UPDATE UPDATE ^61234567890
i JUST HAVE KWENTO ABOUT THE REGULAR CHECK UP IN OUR SCHOOL CLINIC A WHILE AGO. okay i just realized that the capslock was on and as you can see i just turned it off. i didn’t retype the whole thing because i am too lazy for that. anyway, as you have noticed, i am as well too much of a sloth to mind my capitalization. anyway,
height and weight, usual. despite the suckiness of my blood being blood. my blood, despite of being red, is somehow relying on iron supplements to produce enough hemoglobin for my body. however, my forgetfulness has led no apparent improvement on my health.
so, to the story, the check up involved a vision test, which apparently does not work for me because i already have the snellen chart memorized. lol. so since the doctor was annoying and maarte, when it was my turn, i covered both my eyes instead of just one and read the set of letters on 8. i’m such a badass i could read the snellen chart even with my eyes closed. i’m such a badass that i could read the snellen chart even without the snellen chart. i’m such a badass that i could read the snellen chart even with my eyes closed, and even without the snellen chart! however, I guess I said them too fast because when I opened my eyes, I met a doctor’s glaring eyes. she made me read the letters backwards, which made no apparent effect. lol.
it’s just that the look on the doctor’s face was priceless.
okaybyeeeee
