We were the only section who haven't had our picture taken. Our adviser said our picture-taking would be at 7:30am so he gave his time for us so we could fix ourselves (He was always lazy to teach anyway. *shot*). We put on make-up and stuffs. I had my hair curled by Cha and Julienne. You know that, the "tying-the-hair" curling style? Yeah.
Our third period teacher didn't showed up in our classroom, as usual, so it was a "vacant" time again. We were quite surprised when Ms. Bulilan, our Filipino and fourth-period teacher, entered the room but we didn't really complain. She was already giving us an activity when she realized that it wasn't our Filipino time yet and we were laughing and teasing her. She's laughing at herself too.
So we had our "vacant" time back, and we ended up playing with the make-up. I put on a concealer on Jette's birthmark (he has this dark birthmark on his right sideburn or "patilya", though it doesn't really look that horrible. We've gotten use with it already) and we ended up laughing and teasing him. Hahaha.
So what the hell had happened with our grad pic?
Our adviser told us during our EP time that St. Jerome's grad pictures were accidentally deleted so they had their second picture-taking. And they took the time that was supposedly our time, so we would have our picture-taking at 3pm. We didn't complain that much since it is Mr. Del Rio's advisory class.
I went home with my hair still "tied", and went back to school still looking like that. Haha. Mr. Del Rio didn't show up to our class so we ended up fixed ourselves on put on make-up. I asked Niña to put on the eyeliner to me. I "untied" the curls on my hair and it was so curly like a spring. The toga looked big on me too. My head and lips were trembling a little as I broke into a smile during the picture-taking. I think I had five shots because the photographer wanted me to smile with my teeth exposed and I didn't want to because I have a crooked teeth at the left side.
Tsk. I wish I look good on our grad pic. Fourth year staffers would be the one to do the yearbook anyway, and I wish we could choose our pictures.
Steni and I waited for Jette and our male friends outside. Mrs. Suinan told us to go home when it was dismissal time and the boys were still inside the TLE room. Steni waited for Jette at the Main building while I went with Ayyah because she'll but stuffs for their EP activity.
It was a bit awkward walking on the street with make-up still on. I didn't bother to remove it since it was dismissal. Ayyah said I didn't look funny or scandalous, though people where looking at me. Ablay and Eday were even quite startled when they saw me. Adrian said my eyes looked big with the eyeliner though it looked okay.
We bought ice cream in MiniStop (though I still have colds and cough. Ayyah is a B.I. XD), and the guard was interrogating me. He was a bit surprised when I told him I am a fourth year and we had our grad pic-taking. Tsk. I've quite used of those reactions, though it's quite irksome sometimes. The cashier in the MiniStop even asked to hold my curled hair.
So what's the matter with these people? Do I look like a freak? Haven't they seen a curly-haired girl wearing make-up? Pfft. This is one setback in being small. Okay, so my fashion-sense includes wearing child-like clothes and hairstyle and I still act like a child but sometimes, I wanted to act like a lady too. Hey, I'm 16 and I'm on my way to being one, but I still look like a child. And when I am trying to wear lady-like clothes and act like one, people mistook me as a ten-year-old acting like an eighteen-year-old, which doesn't look too good. Pfft.
Though I love and want being a child forever, sometimes, it is annoying to be treat like a child. Sometimes, I wanted to be treated like a sixteen-year-old young lady too, not a ten-year-old girl.
I even saw old acquaintances like Unson, a former classmate, and Ate Rachelle, the Glee Club president when we were still in Grade 6. I was quite anxious about the make-up because they might think that I've changed. You get that? Ate Rachelle said I looked different because I used to be "fair-skinned" and really small. She said I'm "bigger" now. Hear that? She said I grew up! Haha.
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It is back. The feeling is still there. There was the the unexplainable happiness and the acute pain when I saw him. There was the joy when I saw his lips broke into a smile. There was the warm feeling when I held him and wound my little arms around him for an embrace. It is frightening because I am holding on to impossible things again. It's troubling because I know I would be committing the same mistake again. I even almost confessed to him on that letter I made, and had always been anxious if it is all right to tell the things I've written on it.
It's hopeless. It's pathetic. But I can't stop it because it feels good even it is breaking my heart.
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