her.
Trixie
16 years old, trapped in an 11-year old's body
loves the scent of: cupboards, air conditioners, coffee, cinammon, and Bayo (as in the store)
moods too easily swayed by whatever music is playing
fickle, undecided, impatient, paranoid
Jason Mraz ♥
likes things clean, but is pretty messy
interested in photography (haha as if)
out of words
Thursday, September 4, 2008!
HandWritten on; 3:58 AM
I'm writing straight from my commute adventure. Literally. I still have that jeepney stench, my skin's still covered in dried up sweat. But I don't care, cause I want to give you the freshest post possible. SO I COMMUTED TODAY. No, today wasn't the first time I rode a jeep. But yes, today's my first time to ride one for a long, long trip with only a friend (and not an adult/parent/yaya) with me. For the past year, all my friends have been learning to commute alone, and after all their first trips, have been proclaiming they're officially dalaga already. I'm the only one left. Until today, that is. And I can't put to words exactly how I'm feeling, but I'm HAPPY. I'm definitely happy. Ecstatic, yeah. Proud, super. Feeling independent? YES, YES, YES!!! And I want to thank the people who have been part of this :))
1. God- because You accompanied me all the way home and kept me safe. And You heeded my prayer--You didn't let any creepy guy sit beside me and You didn't let some robber take my school bag away from me :P
2. Papa and Mama- because you, really, made this possible. Thanks for allowing me to do this, I don't regret it ONE bit!
3. Friends and blog readers- because you shared my joy in undertaking this MOMENTOUS event in my life :))
Finally, I want to thank GABRIELLE NICOLE SOCCO TORRES, who was there to accompany me and witness this rite of passage :)) You saw me act like a commuting pro, saw me hide my proud smile when we sat in that first jeep, saw me lose my cool, poise and balance when the driver kept hitting the brakes in that second jeep, and saw me achieve that sense of independence I've been longing for for so long now. I, THANK YOU, from the bottom of the frontal lobe of my cerebrum (tama ba??) ;)
DALAGA NA KO. I'm sooo not a BABY anymore :P
P.S. Papa called me just now and said, "Kain na tayo, dalaga" :)) Tapos napa-smile ako. Tapos sabi niya, "Ano ba yan, tuwang tuwa sa newfound independence niya." Ano ba kinilig ako :)) I'm a dalaga daaaaw!!!!!
P.P.S. Bumili pa siya ng Bibingka. Homaygad this is a very special day for me :))
P.P.P.S. Ano Joy, sabi ko sayo hindi na 'to ma-uudlot eh. OHA, DALAGA NA KO!!!!!!
