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Sorry for being postless for a while. I've been doing nothing but play, play, play.


Right now, I'm addicted to Jam Legend and Nostale.





Jam Legend is kinda like the online version of Guitar Hero except you can strum (which is difficult, trust me). You can choose to play with 3, 4 or 5 keys. Unfortunately, I started out with Beginner (3 keys). Now, I'm SO used to it, I can't play with 4 (or worse---5) keys. Charlie keeps sending me duels (4 keys - canon rock) and I suck (worse than a noob T_T). Don't get me wrong though. When I play Canon Rock (with 3 keys), I'm a pro. I almost reached the best score. But with 4 keys....




Nostale is another MMORPG. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! The NPC's are SOOO CUTE and so are the monsters. It breaks my heart to kill them. The great thing about Nostale is that you could have pets (for free!) and a land where you could build a house (free too...not the house though). My siblings and I are so addicted. And the best part is...IT'S NOT POPULAR! (meaning lag free) It's global too.



So these are the reasons why I haven't done anything in this blog, my plurk, even friendster. God forgive me.


I'll update though. There's a lot I want to tell you guys. It's all about what happened in our farewell, the best farewell I ever had (and the best farewell that day, so I'm told).
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Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

My heart was racing as Ms. Embuscado announced the most important name of my life, "Ma. Rosetti G. Villamor."

My graduation went the same as the others. The way I strolled confidently on the stage wasn't extraordinary. I was only able to shake hands with Br. Jun (LSU President) instead of Mar Roxas (senator and guest speaker). But you know what, today was one of those days when I don't stop smiling (trust me, I look good when I smile...and when I frown...and...oh, forget it, I always look good).

I got myself a diploma, a certificate and a very unique medal (the crest is the school logo instead of the usual circle thing) which I got for the Communications Award (Best in English doesn't matter anymore...I know I'm the best).

I can't believe I'm at a point where I can call myself a Not-High-School-Anymore-But-Not-Yet-College-Either. I guess you could say that I'm a (beautiful) caterpillar inside a cocoon that's just waiting to be a butterfly.

Wow. Looking back at my past (okay, maybe some of my past...I've got a VERY poor memory), I feel like all my aches and pains are finally over. I'm going to have a new life, man. Maybe I'll be given harder tests by Him. Oh well. Bring it on.

I'm gonna miss my high school life though...even if I did hate MOST of it. It was in high school that I learned the most important lesson in life: You're on your own. It was in these four years that I decided who I want to be. I'm not gonna sulk my life away...like some people (yes, I mean you, Reymart). Instead, I'm going to live my life to the fullest, do as much as I can, and die smiling. I'm also gonna miss my friends. I may not have a BFF (sigh...I didn't have a boyfriend or anything close to that either...), but there are so many people I wish I could never forget (I think I'm going to have Alzheimer's when I grow old), so many classmates that influenced who I am, good and bad.

But, I have to move on. Everybody has to. Don't worry though, I'll come back. I'll keep in touch. I always do.

Anyway, Papa has this nasty illness right now. He's got a nasty pimple INSIDE his nostril and (being his usual stubborn self) he burst it way too early. It got infected and now half of his face is puffier. Shiver. Nasty. But I'm not gonna let Papa's mood (he keeps complaining and acts like he's got a deadly sickness) put me down. This is my day, baby. The day I'm going to start to aim for the best (I've always been too lazy to do so in high school).

Congratulations, Setti.




Graduation Song - Vitamin C
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One of the things that had been bugging me this week is the Mabby Issue.

It all began when I had to force all Victor Hille to practice for the Tribute to Parents for the next day (I wrote a kind-of essay all about it on my deviantart journal). Earlier that morning, I asked Mabby to borrow a cassette from the library since we are going to use a cd (dance with my father by luther vandross and you'll be in my heart by usher). Now, to borrow from the library, you have to leave your ID behind in exchange for the thing you wish to borrow.

So, we used the cassette for our emergency practice. Victor Hille were being their usual selves --- noisy, uncooperative and impatient. It's only typical that the practice would end at 6 pm. By that time, the library was already closed. When everybody else left after the practice, I noticed Mabby crying (for her ID). She was afraid to get VR from Sanchez (a.k.a. kabayo of LSU-IS). But, if it was me, I would not mind leaving my ID at the lib. I knew nothing bad would happen to you. So, seeing Mabby so distressed, I offered my ID. She walked out on me.

The next day, while I was distributing the literary folio to the Victor Hill people, I asked if she was okay. She did not utter a single word to me.

I asked Grelou and Ferry. It seems they did not want to talk about it. But, Ferry did say that "Daghan kaayo nasuko nimo kahapon, Sett. (A lot of people were angry with you yesterday.)" When I think about it, I was losing my wits with the way the ViChes were during the practice and when I lose my wits, I tend to lose my manners (doesn't everybody?).

Anyway, I can't get near to my friends anymore. It seemed like Mabby had them on her fingertips. I was usually left alone. Sigh.

It was yesterday that I asked forgiveness from Mabby. From what I see, all we had was a misunderstanding. I mean, how the hell should I know that she was THAT sensitive. Her fault was that she did not understand how important that practice was and that I can't cut the practice short.

So, I did tell her. I asked her what she would have done if she was the mayor of Hille and the tribute was tomorrow. I was baffled by her answer. "Biyaan nako sila. Nganong dili maminaw. (I'll leave them be. It's their fault if they won't listen to me.)"

Sigh. Honestly, this is the most stupid friend fight I've ever had and the dumbest thing I've ever had to say sorry for. And the worst part is, I realized Mabby is a very...unfortunate girl.

God, thanks for giving me a conscience to let me think of others before me.

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Today, we Grade 10 students had our first Graduation practice. It was today that the teachers announced the honor students and the students to acquire awards...

I thought I was going to nail Best in English. I know I am the best in our batch when it came to anything English. The most recommended writer/speaker. My grammar is ALMOST flawless (I did not say I was perfect). I got the Communications Award instead.

And who got the Best in English? None other than the amateur, Joni Leigh Dongallo (not sure of the surname spelling). She has been competing against me ever since third year (I keep winning though). Sigh. There are only two reasons I could think of why this is so:

One. I am lazy.

Two. Joni belongs to the first section and teachers tend give more awards to them since the standards in the first section is different from the heterosection.

Oh well. Better than nothing, I suppose. Can't believe Jessan got the Debater's Award. He does keep debating on his backwards opinion (don't worry, Jessan and I treat each other like this all the time).

Another false hope. Ms. Bunny distributed the literary folio. She assured me that my stories would be put there...When I looked at it, the only work under my name was the foreword. Double sigh. So much of my dream of leaving a legacy behind La Salle University.

Note to self: Stop expecting the unexpected. Or better yet, don't expect anything at all.
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At last, my blog is starting to shape up. I've finally made my own header, my own background and all with the help of Xara Xtreme and bloggerbuster.com. Looking at it now, I'm proud to say "Not bad. Not bad."

I know it's a bit too early but it's high time I put some content in this empty blog. I'll tweak and tune this blog every once in a while...hoping to make it perfect. The truth is, blogger is just my practice interface (am I making sense?). My real aim is to make the best Webs.com website. For now, it's just too advanced for me. I can't download a template to base my tweaks from but,I know I'll be a professional someday...*sigh*

Anyway, on this very night, March 18, 2008, Wednesday, I officially declare Setti OPEN.