THE HEELS ARE ALIVE!

A story of how heels (mixed with your own carelessness) can be dangerous...

Today was the first day us female Seniors were to wear our black should-not-be-equal-to-3-inches heels and it did not go well. For me, at least.

My sister and I always go to school together unless one of us is absent, and today my younger sis was absent. My dad drove me to school and I really wanted him to park inside the school, but as usual it was traffic outside and there was a lane for cars who wanted to go inside. needless to say, it was long. 

There were only like 10-15 minutes before the start of school so there's not a chance I was getting dropped off at school. Haha. Who am I kidding? My dad always(with the exception of field trips) drops us off in front, not inside, nor outside of the school. In front of. So we have to cross the street to get to school. So I did, and then when I was very very close to crossing the street, I saw a classmate and I am so filled with relief  'cause that means I don't have to go in school alone, wearing heels. She was alone too, so at least we've got each other for support, both figuratively and literally. At least when people look, thinking "Hudas dis bitch think she iz, wearing heels?!" it'll be at the both of us, not only me. So I walk a little faster and all of a sudden I was flying. 

 Well, for like a nanosecond or millisecond or whatever. I. FREAKING. TRIPPED. I immediately got back on my feet really quick and then only when I stood up did I feel the pain. EVERYTHING--EVERY BONE, MUSCLE, TISSUE--IN MY BODY ACHED. My classmate and friend was of course shocked but came to my rescue. I was bringing a shoulder bag, folder, a small bag for my slippers(for when I have to walk home because our house is a walking distance from the entrance of where we live) and my tumbler. So many things, right? She offered to carry my tumbler and other things that seemed insignificant at the time. She asked me if I was okay and I think I either nodded or said yes. I felt numb but painful at the same time. Either way, she asked me if I was sure that I'm okay and then I realized WTF I AM NOT OKAY so I said, "I'm not okay." I really was not. I wanted to just cry. It hurt so much. When we got inside school, the clinic was closed (you must be kidding me) and so I had to wait until break to get my wounds Betadine-d. Even then, every inch of my body still felt sore and aching(actually even now as I type.)

Thank goodness there were only a few people there but there's a car beside me so that added to the embarrassment. The ones in the car must have been shocked as heck and thought, "Dis bitch tripped?! What student trips?!" Well at least if they knew I was wearing heels that may be the explanation for them.  But really, it's not because of the heels. THEY WERE TWO-FREAKING-INCHES, FOR PETE'S SAKE. WHO TRIPS IN 2-INCH HEELS?! Aside from me? Because I really felt like I slipped on a string/line/rope whatever. I'm not saying I'm an expert in walking in heels (I'm not) but I wouldn't trip on the street wearing 2-inch heels! Even if I was walking a bit faster because of excitement and relief! Because I have to say, it's easier walking on the street or road rather than on school where almost every floor is freaking tiled. It's less slippery. 

Nothing could have ever prepared me for that. Stupid string/line/rope that tripped me. I wasn't able to find out because I didn't wanna look back. Literally. Too embarrassing to do so. I'm too much in a physical pain right now, even after 7-8 hours--not the best time to be accurate with my math--to say those cliches about standing up when you fall, not looking back and all that stuff.

So yeah, I don't know what tripped me but I'm sure as heck it's not me. I did not trip because of myself and it was not my own fault. That's not sarcastic, btw. Even if I did walk a bit faster, I am pretty dang sure I made tiny baby steps. I was shuffling(do not think of the song) my feet. Although, I admit I wasn't looking at the road when I started to walk towards my classmate, because obviously I was looking at her. And the result? NINE cuts/bruises/wounds/scratches in 5 different locations. Two scratches on my right elbow, a wound on my right hand, a bruise on my right hipbone, a big wound on my left knee, three small scratches+bruises on my left knee too, and a scratch on my left leg. YEP. IT WAS THAT BAD. 

Will post pics later. Lol. Omg, I still can't believe it. Today was such a traumatic experience. I keep thinking about the what ifs. What if my dad just waited to park inside school? What if there wasn't a rope/string/line? What if my sister continued on with her desire to go to school today? What if I didn't see my classmate? Would I have tripped? But you know, I can't really just dwell on that since ME TRIPPING IN TWO-INCH HEELS (can't get over how embarrassing and ridiculous that sounds) HAS ALREADY HAPPENED. 

But still, on the bright side, there's my classmate. I was really thankful for her for helping me, you know. She's probably one of the best persons you could ever hope to be there when that happened. It's nice to know you've got someone you can lean on. Figuratively and literally.

PIERCED EARS BOOYAH

Yeah, so a few days after Xmas we had a post-Xmas gathering at an aunt and uncle's house consisting of relatives, then after we went back to the house because we do that, like, every year. It was quite boring but somehow fun(there was pizza!).

Sooo, sometime before eating the pizza(after dinner, I think), my younger sister told me, my older sister, and a girl cousin that our cousin from Canada(she went to the Phils. for her Xmas vacation/winter break/whatevs) pierces ears....!!!! Not long thereafter my cousin asked cousin no. 2 to pierce her ears on 1.) her left earlobe--her 2nd pierce there, and 2.)the upper left side of her right ear--somewhere around the scapha, thanks to Google

(and fyi she had quite many piercings, like prolly 4 or more). When they were getting ready for 2.), we were all surrounding them and we were like, "Take a picture!" and "Get the camera!!". So we took pictures and stuff. Then I also asked my cousin who pierces ears to pierce me, and so she did after eating pizza.

I asked her to do two on my earlobes. I wouldn't have done that if my ear piercings hadn't closed. So in short it was my second time. Then my older sister marked my earlobes so my cousin would know where to pierce. I told my older sister to just find the closed piercing marks and just trace that with the pen, and she did. The first ear was my right, and I heard, like, my skin--or probably the bones, or both--breaking. It hurt quite a bit but I managed to keep my expression calm. Sort of. Well, because I was trying to goof off and make faces as if it hurt, like hurt hurt(of course it quite did, though, you know), and they were laughing and yeah. My cousin actually had to put the needle twice. Anyway after that was my left ear and soon it was finished. I borrowed my sister's earrings, btw. And that was the crux of my Christmas vacation.

(I'm so late on updating it's embarrassing).

On other news, tomorrow's the start(I think so. I don't pay much attention to school announcements) of our intramurals and I'm the Scrabble alternate. It means when the official Scrabble player of our team color, blue, can't think of any more words with his selected letters, I get to play until the rest of the game. If you think about it, it sort of sucks because what if the official player can't think of words anymore early on, like, even before halfway through the game? But at least I have an event. Ha! Wish me luck! Good luck! Haha.

I have bad news regarding the seating arrangement for the quarter(we change it every quarter), but it's so bad I won't tell.

ONLY SEASONS CAN TELL

I want a dSLR, a new cellphone, a new iPod(mine's almost full, though an iPhone would be cool), tickets to Taylor Swift's concert here in Manila, a lomo and film cams, books and Moleskines.

Non-material things, I want good health and long life for me and my family, good grades, and that I may be able to pass all the exams next week.



This song's beautiful, I tell ya.

Btw, my sister and I fought(hair-pulling involved) because I used her bag. She said I didn't ask permission, I said I did, in the morning, she said she was sleeping blah blah(insert other things losers say) and my mom butted in and told her she used my shirt(she's obviously on my side, yahoo) and I was shocked and angry and, ugh. Then things went worse because my dad was home(he shouldn't have took a leave from work today).

I just realized she also used my Sanuk shoes. And the shirt I was referring to was quite fitted for my body, and her body's obviously for a 20-year-old. I'm only 15. WHAT IF THAT STRETCHED(LIKE IT DID MY AEROPOSTALE SHIRT WHICH HAD A CUTE DESIGN AND WAS IN GREY. GREY!!!!!!!)OMG I COULD KILL HER. SERIOUSLY. BUT I WON'T, OBVS. JERK. SOMEONE PLEASE REMOVE HER OUTTA MY SIGHT! I SWEAR I'M NEVER GONNA SPEAK TO HER AGAIN! EVER! EVAAAAAAARRRRRR!

Anyway I have finished reading Eternal by Cynthia Leitich Smith. Just sharing. Btw, I'm becoming slow in reading. Like, I used to read a book in 2 days(sometimes 1, depends if I'm busy or not), but now it's like 4 days or so. WHAT IS HAPPENING. I'm telling myself that's not gonna happen again, I just have to read another book and see.