The Girl Who Cried La Salle

The phrase 'the girl who cried wolf' is so mainstream, right? But somehow, racing to the 4 days where my life will never be the same again from 5 years ago. I could remember the story from the back of my mind. A dark night, a lunar eclipse occurred, a forest where the leaves have fallen, it's fall, heading to winter. There were 2 types of guardians showed up, the archer & the eagle, but the eagle can become a human. Broken arrows & fallen feathers scattered all over the place, there were even blue-colored blood & green-colored blood dripping from the wounds of the 2 guardians. A sign that in the year 2007, La Salle will come back, to get Ateneo. I was the girl who cried La Salle in that forest, during the lunar eclipse, while i could cover my wounds as the blue-colored blood started to drip out of my wounds, flowing out thru my skin, pain started to occur. I started to run away, i won't let the archer aim an arrow on me again as the moon's red color during the eclipse started to return to it's white color. I didn't knew that will be the other story of the October 16, 2006 aftermath. A far cry from what happened on that same day, this time, tapped in to a world where TY Tang is back to get Chris Tiu & where Simon Atkins would want to get Kirk Long.

Blasting on to the present times, where i could think of having a Vic Zhou-inspired girl-friendly short, thin & layered hairdo would be better if i need to stop living to the girl i was during October 16, 2006 to be in the now & try to fixing my dear life, i was just in the stage of getting a rebound for my life. I tried everything to become a better girl, but sometimes, the ghosts of the past could rather haunt me, all the time. I don't cry if i would have a haircut at the salon, i just want to be quiet, while thinking of thoughts like flashbacks of the best events of my dear life. I was even thinking if my short, thin layered hairdo of choice can be either Vic Zhou or Henry Lau in the mind of a hardcore Pepsi drinker, never mind, i just don't want to go back to who i was in the past anyway. I don't consider my long hair on the darkest day of my life as a curse, it was just a prop. If i cut my hair short, thin & layered according to my preferences, i will be a far cry from who i am in the past. I don't cry wolf, i cry La Salle. I don't want to commit suicide, i want to have a haircut, i don't take anti-depressant pills, i take chocolates, i don't drink beer, i drink Pepsi or Gatorade, i am not Vic Zhou, i am quite Nico Salva.

It doesn't depend on that Asian pop-star inspired hairdos that Japanese superheroes & Philippine college basketball players would don like how i want to have a Vic Zhou-inspired girl-friendly bedhead that won't make my mom freak out or on finding out that Gatorade is made by the same beverage company behind Pepsi so it looks like Vic Zhou & Henry Lau will not have a tight competition between Nico Salva, Kirk Long & the Semerad twins or buying a bunch of Angry Birds goodies or even reading a Mandarin reader workbook to be the next Vic Zhou or Justin Chua or Chris Tiu. Sometimes, i would compare who i am in the past to who i am today. If the ghosts of the doomsday of my life dated 5 years ago are ready to haunt me, this is not the time to cry & run away like a scared kid. It's time to face my fears, if only i could hold on to a Toku-weapon toy that i would beg my auntie to buy it for me at Toy Kingdom's Anime section. If i was the girl who cried wolf last October 16, 2006, i will become the girl who cried La Salle in the present. There's no time for me to go back to who i am in the past. It's time for me to move out & face the ghosts of my past to stop bugging me.