Ptolemy no more! Franklin, here I am! A brand-new and revitalized cold-tempered Catholic. Thanks to the retreat. Thanks to Opus Dei. Imagine, not being able to be noisy for 3 days! Imagine my temperance (cardinal virtue!) of not watching Naruto and Samurai X! Imagine not using the computer for 3 days while seeing your brothers play and play and play! I went with Leslie and Chrissie. When Ate Iris asked us if we were friends, I told her that we were friends in a way but our mothers are the actual friends

Guess what things I learned. I learned a few latin words. Regina, Dei, Deus, oremus, virgo, mater, pater, Kyrie, etc. I also learned that a prayer is a conversation between you and God so we should also listen to what He is saying. I also learned things about humility and chastity. I also learned that holiness is doing your duties at the right time, not merely being religous and neglecting your other duties. Holiness is also maturity. I also learned that praying is really tiring because everytime I go home, I ate more than usual. But it was okay. It's for Our Lord anyway.

I also met Rajean Romualdez, a Mascian, but she's graduated this year. She's from Einstein.

I'm actually missing something about Ptolemy, which is my boy buds. Topher, Dan, Lee, Ace and Jonathan. I also miss Edgar somehow, because he's my opposite in some ways but we manage to have a good friendship. But something I'm actually happy about freeing from Ptolemy. No more people who will call me corny even if I'm not making a joke. No more agnostics who write "Catholic" when a bio-data or resume asks for the person's religion. (Teeheehee!)

I'd love to invite you on the retreat. The retreat is only for girls because Tahilan is a center only for girls. There are other centers for boys only, but I don't know where they are. I also don't think that anyone would love to join. Maan, the only person I know active in Church is going to their Church's youth camp.

I rewarded myself with a May issue of Candy. I wasn't able to buy it early because I do not go out of our house. Maybe on June, I'll buy it immediately! Teehee! I wanted a henna tattoo from my niece's husband a la Kitchie Nadal,  but my mom is throwing her tantrums and she doesn't want me to because of no particular reason, she even got angry! Though I already had one months ago and she allowed it. Talk about being unreasonable, immature, TOO conservative, SOOOOOOO hot-tempered and foolish. I don't want to talk to her. I hate her. I hate her. She's trying to talk to me about the retreat but I won't talk to her properly. She's trying to make "lambing" but I always resist. Bahala siya sa buhay niya. Matanda na kasi eh, wala pa sa hulog. Argh! It's SOOOO conservative, and ironically, she doesn't want me wearing conservative clothes. Anak ng...

You know, I only have one criteria for clothes. COMFORT. No skirts for me coz I can't walk properly and you always have to keep your legs together, which I can hardly do. No tanks and skimpy tops coz I don't like exposing my skin or even my flabby arms. I'm fat, you know and my mom and dad always tells me that. While my mom makes "bolas" saying I'm not fat just to force me to wear those stupid tanks. Balimbing.