The Eleven Triumvirate

At first, I was bitter about 11/11/11 because of what happened during last year's ten triumvirate. Nevertheless, I cannot stop wishing to make the day as exquisite as possible. Due to my hopes of spending it blissfully, I invited two of my closest friends *including him* to my school's battle of the bands that will be held exactly on the eleven triumvirate. They both acquiesce my invitation but because of my school's distance from their houses and *his football practice routine, they decided not to go instead. On the other hand, I'm still dubious whether I'd go or not.

HOW I SPENT MY 11/11/11

I woke up, went to school and arrived late (obviously). To be completely honest, I hated my class but  am not despondent of it's possibility to change. The day was productive aside for my favorite subject, Mathematics. My closest friend in my class was to perform in the BOTB (battle of the bands) so he had to practice and miss classes in the afternoon.

It was about 10-11am then, when I started to overthink. My English teacher announced a class project for the upcoming English Month (to be explained in another blog post) He mentioned "responsible president". Expectedly, few from the class coughed and said "responsible" a tone with disbelief. I grimaced and my mind replied "DAMMIT DOUCHBAGS, YOU PEOPLE ARE SO DEPENDENT. YOU BEFRIEND PEOPLE WHILE I HEAR SOME OF YOU RANTING ABOUT THEM BEHIND THEIR BACK. NOW YOU DOUBT MY CAPABILITIES BECAUSE I FAIL TO PASS ONE CLASS PROJECT AND ONE GROUP PROJECT THAT I PROSPER TO FINISH BUT GOT INADEQUATE HELP FROM THE CLASS/GROUP, SOME DID NOT EVEN CONTRIBUTED BUT I STILL SAVED YOUR ASSES WHEN THE TEACHER ASK IF THE GROUP REALLY HELPED. FUCK". It was 11/11/11 11:11pm when the the speakers around the school played a recorded prayer of the rosary that is usually played during October or Rosary Month. I tried to chill and relax but I was literally OVER OVERTHINKING.

Lunch was all right. It was not fun either sad, in a way. I hoped to have lunch break with my real barkada since 1st year but they were all eating with their current classmates. To relieve loneliness, while my class were playing Frisbee in the school's field, I took shots of them. I wish to have an advance amateur DSLR. Por Favor, my camera is a sucker and an archaic digicam.

Before lunch break end, I was asked by a classmate if I had done something for our class project-recording that was due on that day. I stared and replied nothing because I might say something I'd regret after but a girl had to annoyingly retort out of thin air. She said "Eh wala eh, naglaro lang siya kahapon" (english translation: None, she just played "wasted her time" yesterday) It sound rhetoric. I hated that girl, heaps of people still does. I pity her but it doesn't matter, she'd learn someday. Soon, I hope. Although, what she said really affected my mood, my jubilant mood returned during my last subject until I arrived home. Filipino was our last subject. Actually, Ms. Bardenas (fil teacher) is one of my favourites. We were asked to write a draft of our poem. I did not do what we were told instead I trolled with my bully-horny classmate and some other boys of the class. It was fun, I missed trolling during classes. I hadn't done it for months regardless of my ceaselessly serious mood. What really made my day worth remembering is when my filipino teacher brought the "ateneo scholarship and seminar thingo for college" topic. She was pensive whether to give it to me or my all so smart classmate from St. Jude whose last name is also Lee. However, he is the former and I'm the latter. When the class left the room to get dress for BOTB, he said to our fil teacher to give it the ateneo scholarship thing instead because he doesnt like Ateneo and he is aware of my obsess dream to study there.

My commuter buddy who was not watching the Battle of The Bands as well (but wanted to) found me during dismissal. We decided to proceed home together. I asked her to eat with me in Mcdonalds so we walked to the 2nd nearest branch from our school which is a way to our houses as well. It was fun, we talked about different sensible stuff, things which remind me that school ain't hell-like as I thought. I took pictures :) ehehe

(Mcdonalds, Araneta Avenue)

(my commuter buddy)

How jeepneys look :))

11/11/11's night was fine. I was scolded for a while, asked to turn the laptop off. I was pissed and upset because I haven't talked to him via Yahoo Messenger yet and was waiting before my mom ordered me to shut it down. To keep myself occupied and out from ennui, I finished the letters concerning about my class' Saturday updating in Social Studies. I did not eat dessert even though, I was asked to get a slice if I wanted. I slept at 10 not waiting for 11:11 pm

The Eleven Triumvirate did not end unworthy and undeserving to be mentioned in my blog. I learned something conspicuous again. It was a good sign, it means I am deflating my mind by throwing all the stupid and senseless stuff inside and was capable of thinking clear. I just noticed, that 11/11/11 is nothing different and much-awaited from any other dates. ELEVEN ELEVEN ELEVEN is just a reminder. OUR LIFE IS LIKE 11/11/11, it happens once in a blue moon. Get every possible and reachable opportunity. Make the best of it and don't let yourself down :) THE "ONCE IN ONE HUNDRED YEARS" ELEVEN TRIUMVIRATE is a motivation for our to spend the day worth remembering. It is to prove that the triumvirate is indeed lucky, because if we wish to spend a day as worth as possible, DAMN HELL WE COULD. ANY DAY IS DESERVING TO BE IT'S BEST. It depends on our hands to make it as such :)