| GUESS
WHOM I MET YESTERDAY? Colbie Caillat!!! Aaaaaaah! As in met.
Talked to personally and touched. Yes.
“Come
and meet Colbie Caillat at the press conference in Tropezz Restaurant and Bar,
Greenbelt 3 at 3pm today.” Mama read from her cellphone.
“OH MY
GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!” my sister and I said, jumping
“Can we
come? Pleeeeeeease?” I asked.
“Yeah,
mom. We’ll study really fast!” My sister followed. It was only one o’clock
then.
So, my
mom allowed us (OH MY GOD we’re meeting Colbie Caillat and we’re going to a
press conference! we went in our minds).
When we got there, we
only went until the sliding door of the press conference since it was by
invitation only. (“Ugh!”)
So Papa, Ate, and me
stood outside. Ate and I were just talking when there was this tall foreigner
with a flower in her hair and a group of people. O M G! IT’S COLBIE CAILLAT  !!!
She was so tall! I bet she’s like 5”11’. Anyway, she just like passed by us
with my sister and I staring at her with opened mouths.
So Papa had to go inside
but he said that Mama was going here (outside). So my mom went outside. She
said that we have to go inside because nobody would take care of us outside. So
we went inside, since there weren’t a lot of people.
“Can I borrow your
phone?” I asked her. I just had to tell Danielle.
“Okay.” Mama replied.
So I called Dan.
“Guess where I am right
now?” I already told her that I was going to the press conference.
“Oh my God!” she
screamed, “I hate you! I told you to bring me!”
The call went on. After I
talked to her I put my mom’s phone in my bag.
Kat Alano introduced
Colbie and they asked questions, my sister took pictures yade-yade-yah. She
just seemed like a normal person with a cool job. She acted like she was “one
of us”. And she seemed shy like any other person would.
There was this person who
asked this “Who are your musical inspirations?”
“Umm… I like listening to
Natasha Beddingfeild, John Mayer, and Amy Winehouse because their voices are so
strong.” she replied
Wow! The same things my
sister and I listen to. I mean, we don’t really listen to Amy Winehouse, but we
have a lot of John Mayer and Natasha Beddingfeild songs in our iPods.
Then it was Mama’s turn
to ask a question. “It seems like songwriting is your passion. But what really
is your passion? Singing or songwriting?”
“Singing is my
passion.” She replied, “I sing everywhere. In the shower, going to the mall…
Everywhere.”
She’s like me! All of my
classmates get annoyed that I keep on singing. There wasn’t anytime that I
don’t have a song in my head. Even in my dreams, I have music playing.
After the presscon I kept
on nagging my mom to take a picture of me with Colbie Caillat. Once she was
free we asked her for a picture and an autograph.
“She likes singing too
and is a fan of your songs.” Mama said to Colbie.
“Oh really? Just keep on
practicing and take vocal lessons and everything.” Colbie said to me.
I nodded my head,
speechless. She’s talking to me! I can’t believe Colbie Caillat is talking
to me! I thought. She had to eat after that.
We got 3rd row
seats in the concert, and there was this smelly guy in front of my dad. The
guest artist was Julianne and she sang “Grateful”, something, and some Bob
Marley song  .
When Colbie got out, she
said that Julianne impressed her! Wow! That’s so cool! I want Colbie Caillat to
be impressed with me! 
She only sang five songs,
and her last song was “Bubbly”. She didn’t sing Magic! But people started
shouting “MORE!” or “SING MAGIC!” and there was this really loud girl behind me
saying, “I don’t know what the song Magic is but SING MAGIC!”
So she came out for an
encore and sang Magic, my favorite song in the whole world! It was the album
version.
Colbie
Caillat is very pretty in person. That’s all I have to say. Well, toodles! | 
). And being alergic to sweat dosn't help. My whole face and neck gets so dry. Including my elbows. I get bumps like chicken pox on my arms, neck and back. But don't worry. It's not contagious.
(i'm so vain).
! And when I look back, I actually write kinda well! I mean, for a nine year old! I know it's only been a year but, I seriously write differently. I write more maturely now 
.
. But, every once in a while, I will post. Like in a year. 
. But everyone knows the good thing: NO SCHOOL! Summer means: days in the relaxing beach (even though there is none in Makati) reading my book, enjoying Repertory Summer Workshop with my friends, dancing in the Pasinaya and telling ghost stories in the park after, swimming at Kim Turingan's house, and just having fun.
. Ugh! Days of studying your hardest before days of relaxing and serenity. Wow. Just great. I hope Social Studies and Filipino are not in the same day. They are the hardest subjects. It would be a nightmare if that happened.
Winnifred, Winnifred, Larken, Larken, Winnifred. But I can make up my mind now.
