Today was so much fun. No one from Stephen's school showed up on the excuse that they were all too busy. The only people who weren't from our group that showed up were Alex's two guy friends, Tatos and another Alex. To avoid confusion, let's call Alex (the girl) by her nickname, Wufei. Anyway, Stephen was actually happy about no one else showing up; it meant more food for all of us! Which was true. I ate tons today. First was a cheeseburger at McDonald's the moment we arrived at Alabang Town Center (ATC) because I complained I was starving. Second was lunch. Man, lunch was da bomb! We had bonelss baby back-ribs at Racks (a sort of barbeque type restaurant) and we were the noisiest people there. We talked in real loud voices about the teachers we hate, about the three-letter word...you know, usual stuff. And since I am a real observant person, I noticed that people kept giving us dirty looks every time we laughed (don't ask me to describe how we sounded). When I pointed out to them that people were sorta looking, it made us even laugh out louder. Finally, the last straw came when Wufei bround her fist down the table in her excitement, making all the plates rattle. This time, people really stared at us. So I go, "Uhh guys, I think we'd better get outta here before they kick us out." Fortunately, Stephen already paid for the bill a little after our food arrived, so we were able to make a clean getaway.

After playing Dance Revolution (in which I sorta sucked) and hanging around the arcade for awhile, Tatos and Alex had to go. So me, Stephen, Chris and Wufei went to Glorietta Mall, where we were supposed to meet Matt at seven. It was only around five when we got there so we decided to watch a movie to kill time. The movie we originally planned to watch was The Bone Collector but it was R-18 and we were all acting too immature to lie about being eighteen. So we watched Stigmata instead. Stigmata means a very holy Catholic person who receives the wounds of Jesus Christ because they're too damn holy and when they do, they become saints. The movie is about a girl who is an atheist and becomes a stigmata not because she's holy but because through being a stigmata, she will be able to deliver this new gospel Jesus himself wrote down. The movie was very good. Too much blood and closeups of unecessary objects, but it's very good. I absolutely love the message of the story: the temple of God is not in mansions of stone but within yourselves or something like that. So I guess that means I better take care of my body since it is the temple of God. Of course I've known that before , that drugs, alcohol and the like are harmful for the body . I take care of it because the Holy Spirit lives in us. It isn't just physical, too. Anyway, I'll stop sounding like a priest and go rave about the movie. The sountrack is da bomb! It's alternative, of course, which is why I love it. The song of the opening credits had this girl saying "Hail Mary" real fast and there's some cool sounds and all that stuff. I wanna buy it! Maybe I'll get Martin a copy of it too. After the movie, Stephen confessed that he gets freaked out by holy-type movies and spent the next thirty minutes or so deciding how to live his life so he won't become stigmata. Martin, take a tip from Stephen and don't be too holy.

Later, Matt called my cellphone and said that he couldn't make it. Too bad. After Stephen finally calmed down, we decided to go try the third remix of Dance Revolution at Time Zone. Just as we were about to enter our credits in the machine, guess who we saw? John, of all people! I noticed that he hung out with the preppy guys who were good at Dance Revolution. He belongs to that group more than he belongs to ours. He's too sucky to belong in our group. Anyway, he saw us but since he was trying to act cool and everything in front of his friends, he acted like he didn't know who we are. Just seeing him made us forget about trying the third remix. I mean, what if we fail or something? I know we're more powerful than John, but his friends are really good and who knows. They might never let us forget about it. So we headed to Filbar's to buy CDs of the third remix so we could practice but they were out of stock. I bought two new games though: Rugrats and South Park, which I'm going to try out tomorrow. After roaming the mall for awhile, we ate at Racks again. Then we went to Stephen's house and watched a bit of the Simpson's video he bought at Filbar's. Then I went home at 10:00 PM.

You'll never believe this, but my friends and I made a pact that we'll try to make our grades 90 and above next school year. Our reason? So our parents would allow us to see each other everyday. :P I mean, meeting up only on weekends isn't enough. I know it'll be really impossible for me to make my grades 90 and above but I'll try. But for reality's sake, my goal is 85-above.

Not to brag but a lot of people e-mail me saying that I'm so smart and all that stuff, and because of that they don't know whether they should like me or hate me. What their basis of "smart" is, I don't know but one quick glance at my report card will make them change their minds. The weird thing is I get really high scores in standardized tests. Speaking of report cards, Yam e-mailed me saying that none of the people in her barkada know about my awful grades. What a relief!

Last week,Martin, sweating and nervous, was wondering if I was using my latest photo to attract guys. To put it mildly, he said that the pic showed my mammary glands too much (!) . Uhh, for his information, I don't like guys who like me cause of my boobs. It seemd like he acted like a jealous boyfriend. I wasn't that offended because at least he showed he cares. He had other reasons too for saying that. I removed the offending photo from the review page . Martin has been such a sweetie like old times . I love you , Martin. We are able to adjust to each other because we know what to do so we won't get pissed at each other . Also, I can be myself , holy or not holy. Basically, we've learned to work things out . Just read onerock magazine , an online publication produced by himself and other teens of the Catholic faith.

Mark didn't leave home after all. He came back because it was too dark at that time and his friends were like 10 miles downhill. I'm just glad he is safe and sound.

I guess I'd better go wash my face. I reek of urban dust.