013;; Heartbroken

Maybe not that heartbroken. Maybe wounded.

Today was my last day in MMSQC for the summer taekwondo program. I have my enrollment on Wednesday, so it means I won't be able to attend the class. I was really looking forward to this day, because I realized that it would be the last day to see Mud, so I figured I might as well enjoy it.
He didn't come. I was even scolded by Sir Allan because I didn't start the class even though it was past 1 o'clock.

I went home dejected. I tried to push it away by being extremely retarded to Danteh. Apparently, he noticed. I told him everything.

012;; You could say I'm down.

My dad gave me a semi-mini-lecture on our way home an hour ago inside the car.

011;; I'm back!

Technically, I didn't really go away. I just didn't find the time to write out in this journal. Okay, maybe I did have the time. Nothing worthwhile happened. OKAY, there were a lot of journal-worthy events. I'm just lazy.

Let's act like you know what happened, cool? Besides, I'm the only one who reads this journal anyway.

I finally found a pretty good picture of Mud. Mud is what I decided to call that taekwondo instructor of mine that I've taken a liking to. I don't want to post it, in case of a 0.0000000001% chance he sees this. I made it even better with photoshop. 8D
Though sadly, I'm no longer that interested. He never appeared with the glasses again, after the moment when I accidently blurted out "Ew!" when he came out of the bathroom with the glasses.

It was Apa's birthday yesterday. I wanted to call during the evening, but I remembered that he said that they were going to celebrate during that time. I texted him at the stroke of midnight, though. He didn't reply, which isn't strange, since he's Globe and I'm Smart.

I got a missed call from Roxanne a few hours ago, while I was in my piano lessons. I'm going to call back later.

010;; GOTCHA

Hah! I finally found him. Muhaha. That instructor of mine whom I've taken a liking to? I discovered his full name. As well as his section in 2nd year highschool, and the college and course he's taking. Oh, and a few pics. Fweee.

...

HE DOESNT LOOK GOOD IN PHOTOS. He smiles just like Keropi, for some reason. It's... creepy

Anyway, I just found out that I have to pay $120 for the international certificate when I take the blackbelt promotion test. My dad kind of stayed silent throughout the whole car ride. I don't know. Oh, and I'm probably going to Philam tomorrow. Peh.

009 ;; Finally

-- The Yesterday --

He called me up 2 hours before I left and asked me if I was going to attend my taekwondo class that day. I said, of course, and he asked what time. I was getting excited again, so I gave him the time. He then said that he was going to pop around by that time. I left in a good mood.

I arrived there 30 minutes before the class starts. I stayed near the stairs all the way. He didn't come. After the 1st hour, I didn't expect him to come anymore. I became engrossed in my practice. During sparring, I had a chance to fight him (the instruct... and I guess it's the only time I was able to release enough of my skills. I touched his chest, hee. He drank from my jug, again. ;D
Charles kept on picking on me... not like it matters.

Okay, dismissal. I was looking around for any sign of him when I reached the first floor. I gave up when I reached the gates. I was heading for the car and... someone 'psst'ed. AND HE POPPED UP BESIDE ME. I stopped dead and had my mouth gaping open for a while before I realized that I'm right behind the car and my dad is watching everything through the rear mirror. I told him that I'm already going, and he ran and jumped into a jeep. I climbed in my car and gaped at the spot where we had been. My dad asked who he is, and I told him "Someone... Angelo!". Technically, it's not a lie... but my folks know the guy as 'Apa'. xp

He called later in the evening. He's coming again on our next class.

008 ;; Pointless Weekend

We had another overnight trip yesterday. It was pointless. I have no idea why my mom is suddenly so interested in zoo animals and such. I spent most of my day reading inside the room. There wasn't even a cable channel in the TV. Ugh.

Oh, the Pacquiao vs. Hatton match was... dull. Pacquiao won in two rounds. Well, atleast I won my bet with AJ that Pacman would win with a KO. xD

007 ;; A dose of disgust and a taste of laughter

I've been quite busy with the computer lately. I just had a weird idea about a website that has a pretty good chance of being successful. A (fan)listing for the school. Well, technically it's not a fandom at all, so I'm going to call it a listing community. I've done the layout and now all I have to finish is the introduction and about page. Here's the website. I'm not going to release it yet, although Marj, Gino (non-Pisay), Titus and Andro knows about it already.

Andro kind of offered a P150 prize for the person who would give him a nice multiply layout. I've found pretty good inspirations from other sites, but I really cannot convert it to multiply. I gave up this morning. Blogger and other sites are easier to understand. Multiply has all these riffraffs that I really do not understand.

Moving on to Taekwondo. Sir Allan kind of challenged me to memorize all 16 forms by June. I've already memorized 9 of it as of today. He's also trying to convince me to start practicing in Philam, but that is definitely not going to happen. Most of my friends have quit this summer, and all I've got left is Charles. He's not going. I'm not going if I don't have anyone to come with me.

Anyway, I'm kind of losing the interest on my instructor. I'm really, really turned-off by those glasses. OH! By the way! The other day, he drank from my jug! Lolwut, kansetsu kiss. ♥ And for some reason he's got a habit of getting my kickpad from my bag without my permission. I don't mind though. Hee~

During practice hours ago, he was kind of supposed to teach me the forms, but I ended up teaching it to him instead. We were kind of laughing all the while. It was fun. *happysigh*