Well, hardly. But this entry will be an entry wherein I name certain people I'd like to acknowledge, all in good ways. Otherwise I wouldn't even be writing it in here, unless I wanted to pick a fight with people. I'm not quite in that mood right now, however.

First off... HI TRISHA!

Yes, for this entry I would first like to talk about Trisha De Guzman-Felton/Clark/Santos. She is my drummer girl clubmate who is top three in their batch. She just recently passed Dugtong-Dunong (yes, about time St Paul came to their senses). Oh yes, I admire Trisha. More than just doing a lot of things, she is a lot of things in herself. More than whatever assets she has, be it the great brain or the many talents, she is more than what one might expect of a normal person.

She is kind, funny and extremely rooted. Down-to-earth.

I only hope she stays that way - I trust that she will, anyway. Don't go changing, all right? Sayang naman kung ikaw ay magiging sukab, taksil at malaking ulo. It may not mean much to you but to me it does, because very rarely do I find someone that I can actually respect, and not just merely liking as a friend or comrade.

Yes, I do respect you, (not-so) Little Drummer Girl.

Go Trisha. I've no doubt that you will go to so many places that most people can only dream about. And we're not talking about Santa's toy factory or the lair of the Tooth Fairy here. And if you decide to go morph into some member of a group with a ridiculous name, don't worry. I won't forget you still. How can I, since I'll be going around, pointing you out to the club presidents of that time and telling them to not take you in? :p

The next person is...

Probably one of the kindest people one would hope to meet in a couple of lifetimes. Someone who harbors so many surprises in her, that every conversation will feel like the start of the new friendship you have been hoping for since you were very young. One I have sadly somehow drifted apart from, and one I terribly miss.

Majirel!

Thank you for that testimonial. Only now did I actually appreciate Friendster again. I should like to catch up with you and your oh-so hectic life again - naiwanan na ako somewhere behind, pero hindi na bale, hahabol ako. Hindi pwedeng hindi. Don't allow yourself to give your entire being to someone unworthy, all right? He may be taller or bigger than me, and he may be an actual he, but I'm still a "she" who is willing to fight anyone who bothers and hurts you. No kidding.

Patricia Carla Asuncion.

NO ONE MESSES WITH THIS NAME AND PERSON. I swear, no one does. Not some piggy asshole as present as the next Orocan trash bin. Not some 84-giver.

No one can really tell the worth of this valuable friend of mine. No grades can determine her intelligence. No guitar or track lane can measure her talent. No mirror can ever show her stupenduous beauty. And no words can ever say how thankful I am to her.

I'm crazy for my Sane. I love you, Pat.

My next words will be: I AM SORRY.

And these words are for my best friend/Coke Litro/President/karamate, Bea.

Bea is perhaps the person I admire the most. Set aside malicious thoughts, please. Apart from being one of the smartest people I have ever come across, she is also one of the kindest. And the BEST. That's why she's my best friend, right? Damn. How many times did I wish to be like her? How many times did I wish for her intellect, her kindness, her patience, her charm and her whole self in general to be reflected in my own mediocre assets?

She is perfect, and she has involuntary made me insecure because of that fact.

Plus I live with the unbearable notion of knowing that she appreciates me as a whole when I can't do it myself. She is my best friend and knows a whole lot more about me than I know even an area of my finger. So, because I have treated you badly...

I am sorry. Not just for our recent falling-out but for the past few weeks/months. I know I haven't been there like I used to, and I only recently realized it. Things have been preoccupying me, and though that's no reason, thank you for understanding that. Like you always do. If I never showed my appreciation because I was too moody and all crapped out to do anything else, I apologize for that too. You don't deserve such treatment, but thank you. For still being my best friend.

I hope know you always will be. I love you, Bea.

And for now, my last call.

To the one who has had to deal my bad side more than anyone I've known since the fifth grade ever had to do. To the one who could've gone on to a better life but decided to brave the storm that is me. To the one who gives me reason to smile even when I want nothing more than to find some temporary comfort that is not healthy nor productive in the slightest. To the one I know has the potential to be everything she wants to be, and the one I know will take a couple of trips to the farthest planet and back (because I know that's how far she'll be going - never ending trips to success and fulfillment). To the one I love.

I love you, Rej.

And with that, I take my bow for now.

Assholes.

You guys are just born into this world, aren't you? Unfortunately a good number of them were sent to be educated in St Paul Pasig.

You assholes don't know who you messed with.

This is Pat Asuncion you just messed with, freaks.

Here's your instant ticket to oblivion, or something close to it, at least.

Your ugly faces will now stand out, stark in our minds, minds that have been bent on making life as hellish as possible for you.