CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE DRAMA QUEEN



WARNING: This is a confession of a teenage pudgy drama queen who's really queer. So unless you want to remember what a nightmare your own high-school was, stop reading this rubbish. This isn't for you, go read your own copy of Johanna Lindsey, Cosmopolitan or FHM, because I'm telling you, I don't paint Megan Fox in your dirty imagination with this post. Capisce? :)

For some people, high-school was a nightmare they can't bear to remember. For me, it was bliss. :)


High- school in the province was fun. I lived by P18 a day in school and my huge appetite couldn't handle the stress of a measly sum so I always had headaches because I was always hungry and I was poor. Ugh, go figure! My sunshiney , bubbly 10,001 words-a-minute gave me some kind of "popularity." That and the fact that I was talented, and i hang-out with the coolest kids in school. (Yebah!)


One of my fondest memory in high-school was performing infront of a crowd to the tune of Smokey Mountain's "Paraiso" doing a music-in-motion. Yours truly was the lead. I was dressed or undressed to the nines. I played the role of a scavenger ergo taong grasa and i rocked my dirty-foul-rat-infested costume!Oh by the way, did i mention i was an exhibitionist? The icing on my cake was eating spoiled spaghetti beside a dead bird during the performance. Yes, i lived-up to my role!I had to, i was the best actress! Nyahahaha!


It was also in high-school that I had so many crushes, Oh dear gaaad I was such a whore?! I'm kidding! I had too many of them I can't remember their names now, or why for the love of God did I went gaga over them?


But there was this one boy. His smile was the cutest. I was in my first year, and he was a senior. He was tall, fair-skinned and he had the nicest dimples when he smiled. But he wouldn't even look my way nor give me the time of the day because he was too engrossed with his own lovelife that doesn't include me. (this is the moment to play Taylor Swift's high-schooley juvenile songs) But then one day he did, notice me, I mean. It was, i think, in the afternoon after class. My friends and I were hanging out in the hallway when he passed by. He , of course , wouldnt look at me. (By the way, I was short, 140 to 155 lbs, fair skinned, obnoxious, bully and well, I wasnt exactly a Miley Cirus look-alike then) My friend and I were walking along the corridor when bam! my cute heavy ass and I were on the floor. I was sprawled all over FROG-FREAKIN-STYLE! for the world to see! He was right in front of me, and Lord knows I flashed him my yellow-colored So-en panties!I wish i could have flashed him my gorgeous smile instead, but nope, not me, it had to be my panties. Dear Lord, why didn't you just kill me, or better yet, why couldn't i have worn sexy black panties instead?hahahaha!Boofreakinhoo!


Fastforward to the JSProm. I didn't go on a diet for that. I preened and I preened infront of the mirror, but to no avail, I didn't lose weight. It was a great night, aside from the fact that I had to ride the tricycle to get to the School gymnasium. No, don't be snob and judge me and my lifestyle then. It's not jologs, instead let's use the politically correct term, yes, it was very "down to earth," darlings. When i got there the air was filled with anticipation. The girls looked a lot like baby Debbie Gibson, and the boys tried hard to catch some of Vanilla Ice's coolness. Haha! The young couples stayed true to love, they danced and stared long and deep into each other's eyes, drinking at the sight of their partners, promising happily-ever-after. And I? Well, I sat there in my frilly lacy dress looking like a beautiful wallflower. I vaguely remember anyone asking me for a dance. Either the boys were too busy chasing after their crushes, or they had no taste, or...or they were busy in the boy's room staring and admiring how good they looked in their dress shirts and necktie. Teeeheee!


So yes, I would grudgingly admit I was that wallflower in high-school. But lest you go crying for me Argentina, no don't. It was a drama-filled four years of my life, but one I wouldn't trade, not for anything, in this world.


So many things have changed after high school. Many have gotten married, and those that aren't are trying desperately to convince the married ones that we, our kind? We are fabulous without the diapers, the dirty socks of the husband on the floor, and without the fear of infidelity breathing down our necks.


I'm still that girl in high-school, a klutz, hypocrite, loudmouth and a lot crazier.


But...


If you look my way now, I'd PROBABLY look and stare back at you, and PROBABLY flirt with thine eyes. (eeeek!)


If you ask me to perform "Paraiso" again I would probably do it in a heartbeat, one that would make Urian proud.


If you ask me to dance now, I wouldn't only dance the polka with you, I'd give you a pole dance, one that would leave your mouth hanging open. But first, you have to pay for my Pole-dancing lessons! Now, we're talking...:)


If I fall flat on my face right infront of you now, I'd die inside, you'll probably laugh at me, but I'd make sure ,honey, in case I flash again, I'd make sure I'm wearing sexy black panties just so I can save up some of that Ibanag pride!


See, it wasn't so bad. :)