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Ah… it’s so nice to be able to relax after a hard-played game. Well, not exactly hard-played since most girls were otu of shape. But I can definitely say it wasn’t our worst.

We arrived late for the game because we came from the AFP Theater where we watched Kanser, Jose Rizal’s Noli-Me-Tangere. The play was okay. I especially liked the last parts, those with the creepy red light. Kudos to the woman who acted as Sisa for playing the part well! The whole play experience was alright. Thing is, there’s one huge flaw in the package.

I’d like to commend the HedCen students for being…HedCen students, for the lack of terms to use. Everyone except for us (no, I am not being biased about this) was making a hell lot of noise. Especially when that guy who plays Padre Salvi enters the stage. Geez, there was an uproar. Man, they just liked him just ’cause may mas pangit pa sa kanya (as a classmate said)! I mean, dude, our boys are - ahem! - acceptable enough generally better-looking.

Kinda pathetic if you ask me.

So we went to Xavier afterwards with our new uniforms on (the neon blue ones that glow in the dark) and played against the Miriam 11-aside, born-1990 girls. Our first half wasn’t the ideal first half. I knew we could do better. Everyone knew we can do better. And so we did. The second half was much okay than the first and we won with a score of 2-1 (c/o Mary Rose and me).

Oh, and hey, I’m number 14!

On the way home, we passed by Jollibee then scared each other with a couple of ghost (stories that still give me creeps till now) in the car. Since Ate Joan and I were the only ones who would actually get off at school and stay there, we were, normally, scared (scared so much that nature decided to make a call) and our bags were in our respective classrooms where it was dark and scary and, well, dark. After those stories, we were not exactly willing to go back to our classrooms and retrieve our things. Thank God for the guard, the manongs who helped us out. Yeah, and Kevin who helped Ate Joan get her stuff in her classroom.

So here I am, typing at God-knows-what-hour when I should be sleeping. Hmm…