The life of the party

Guess who crashed by my par-tay last night...

dun dun dun!

It's Drew Carey!!! And he's, er, watching the entertainer flash some leg.


He met my sim! Yaaaay!

I forgot to take a screenshot of him beside his nice black limo. Maybe later. Hmmm...

All sims were pretty starstruck with Drew. All of them had Drew Carey thought bubbles. Hahahaha, some of them would get jealous everytime he talks to someone (extreme minus signs over their heads, tsk tsk, after which they would leave because they ran out of social points).

And oooh, Drew got slapped (really hard-- think tennis forehand swing) by Bella Goth. I don't know why. Didn't have speakers on, a pity. I can only guess the reason.
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Took a picture of the zombie punk girl party crasher (talking about Drew again-- everybody is).


I've never seen her head picture before. She looks scary.
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Suns won! Wahahahaha! Excellent 4th game. I never thought I'd be a basketball fan. I'm usually in danger of stabbing myself out of boredom if I watch these games. Ang galing mo Nash hahaha.

The 201st

This is my 201st post. w00t.
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June is coming around, along with my birthday. I'm posting my wishlist here (it's lessened, I think; teehee) just in case, although no one really has to.

*Soundtrack ng
-Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
-Pride and Prejudice
-Phantom of the Opera
*Jersey ni Steve Nash, ung orig (nyahahahahaha!)
*Neil Gaiman related things (books, if you will)
*WALLCLOCK, ung maganda at malaki (seryoso. I need one-- we all do.)
*Album ng Sandwich (Five on the Floor)
*cd rack (para may lalagyan na ko, sa wakas)
*bagong sketchbook
*gift certificate mula sa Fully Booked

At dahil SWEET sixteen na nga to, lulubusin ko na:

*Chocolate Chip Cookies ni Kuya Benji (aha!)
or *Apple Pie ni Ate Don

Pwede niyo rin ako bigyan ng oras niyo; Be my Slave-for-a-day! Haha, joke.


Siyempre, kung wala kayong magustuhang ibigay dun sa taas, cash is always accepted. ^_________^

Rich mustard

Still reeling from dinner; the salad was great (we named it the Superfriends Supersalad Where Anything Goes), though I think I slathered too much dressing on it-- and it was too rich for anybody's good. Plus I had potato chips in my salad. Am I the only one who chugs down junk food with health food? Explains the strong urges to vomit.

Of course, this was about five hours ago. I'm typing at 12.54am.
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Current dislikes: living room arrangement. Mom rearranged it in a fit of Spring (summer?) Cleaning nightmare. It looks cramped, but we're all keeping mum about what we think. Walang kokontra.
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Just a few weeks left before school. I have to work on readjusting my body clock. Eeep.

The rating isn't what's stopping me

Why don't I want to watch the Da Vinci Code?

Hmmm...

First of all, I'm sick of all the publicity and the controversy it's getting. I'm actually more irritated of the fact that the people who're making money off this movie has us eating out of their hands-- meaning that they're gleefully raking in the moolah while those leaders who have nonsensically tried to stick their bulk where it isn't wanted (and so have thus probably spawned more pirated copies in less than normal time, another irritating fact) have just worked reverse psychology on the masses and made it a FAD. It is now a bandwagon to watch it, to know it, to discuss it on streetcorners, in the homily and over dinner. Eargh, more than anything, I dislike bandwagons too.

Second, reactions are becoming redundant. It's getting pretty predictable these days-- either you become angry, defensive, skeptical or one of those this-book-is-my-bible fanatics. Kaya dedmahan na lang.

Third, mahal ko si God, pati si Jesus (hi Zarah, yok hahaha joke). Ganun.
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We were discussing jobs and college over dinner a while ago. Sabi ni Bianca gusto niya mag-Nursing-- kasi yun ang sabi nila. Go where the money is. Kahit labag sa kalooban mo. These days, it's a luxury to even dream of what you want.

Doesn't anyone find it troubling? Na hanggang Nursing na lang tayong lahat kasi ganun yung kapalaran ng Pinas? We have so much more to give, we can be a lot more than that.

I may be idealistic, but it's the hope of something better that keeps us resilient. I hope I won't lose that.
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Anyway.


I was looking around for a particular comic and came across this. Hahaha, my thoughts exactly. It reminds me of a friend's shirt, which has the Computer Problem Solving Flow Chart on it. Saya rin nun.



For the coming schoolyear.

Dobbards and snoozles

I got my own virtual pet (thanks to Ate Fay). It's on the credits page.

It took me a long time to decide on the name. I wanted something... I dunno, cute? No, scratch that. Just something I wouldn't puke over and isn't in the same category as the names Puddyfoot, Stripey and Snookums. If you're having trouble saying it, Mr Schnucks is like shucks, with an 'N', and put together, it sounds like you're choking on your phlegm.
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I found the name Fagan on some name book once, and I've been wanting to use that ever since, preferrably on one of my future progeny.

Until I realized that he would probably be nicknamed 'Fag' for the rest of his miserable life, thanks to me. Sayang.
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I reread HP 6.

Is it me or has anybody else noticed that the cover of the book has a slight inaccuracy? Harry's holding his wand in his left hand, which isn't his wand arm, and Dumbledore's stretching out his right hand, which is supposed to be black and burned but isn't. Which means that it should be flipped the other way to get it right.

Must've been an oversight.

Friends

Maits : do you like tinkerbell?
Tina : she's alright. pero supladita at selosa e.
Maits : who's your favorite disney princess?
Tina : DISNEY princess?! lemme see...
Maits : yeah!
Maits : and what's with the all-caps disney?
Tina : fine, fine.
Tina : i'd pick Anastasia...
Maits : but WHYYYYY?
Maits : fine
Maits : she doesn't have to be a princess per se
Tina : dude, Anastasia's not Disney
Maits : 'leading lady' just sounds so... dry
Maits : hahaha
Maits : AHHHHHHHHHHHH
Tina : i was kidding you
Maits : sorry
Tina : give me a list of disney princesses. i'll pick!
Maits : i really don't remember the production companies of my movies
Maits : hahaha
Tina : uhhhuh.
Maits : heehee
Maits : but
Maits : seriously
Maits : who's your fave DISNEY.. er.. leading lady?
Tina : hm... maybe POCAHONTAS!
Tina : yaaaay!
Maits : i knew it!
Maits : heehee
Tina : o? you knew it?
Maits : yeah
Tina : WEH. i don't believe you
Maits : haha
Maits : yeah@
Maits : 'cause usually the evil people are the ones with.. uh.. personality
Maits : but pocahontas is different!
Maits : she's strong
Maits : brave
Maits : opinionated
Maits : and smart, despite her being, well, you know, uneducated
Tina : and native! and brown!
Tina : and pretty!
Tina : i'm serious
Maits : since when were you one for.. er.. looks?
Tina : i just liked the fact that she was the only dark-skinned (unofficial) princess.
Tina :and she has long black Rejoice-commercial worthy hair
Tina : and she talks to animals
Tina : c'mon. even if Jasmine talks to birds and tigers, and also has jet black long hair, Pocahontas defeats her by inches!!!
Maits : whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Maits : i dont get it
Maits : why does poca defeat ja?
Maits : [heehee]
Tina : er, height.
Tina : because Poca is tall and strong
Maits : no, seriously
Maits : eeeeeeeeeeek!
Maits : you are so vain!!
Tina : Pocahontas has a backbone. period.
Tina : HAPPY?
Maits : there!
Maits : atta girl!
Tina : okay, so which disney princess do you like?
Maits : hmmmm
Maits : i like mulan!
Maits : she's asian
Maits : and yellow-skinned
Maits : and pretty
Maits : and she has black hair!
Maits : HEEHEEHEE
Tina : onga no... and she talks to horses!
Tina : YES!
Maits : joke lang! i was just parroting someone
Maits : aka you
Maits : haha
Maits : my gos
Maits : *gosh
Maits : I WAS KIDDING!
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Condensed version of the conversation Maita and I had, minus the emoticons. It's been so long.

I miss everybody.
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Happy 15th Birthday to Zaraaaaah.

Smooth and smoother

The dermatologist said that dilapilatory creams are better for the skin cause they're not that invasive, so Ate bought Veet and I just tried it out on my leg (to check for allergic reactions). I have a clean rectangle patch of hair-free skin! Neato. No plan of doing my whole leg though, just using the cream for underarm area. Ate's doing it for me; all I have to do is lie down and keep it that way. It's weird having funky gunk put on you. I kept on thrashing on the bed in nervous panic, so Bianca and Ate had to pin me down, while I kept kicking out and, occasionally hitting something. At the end of five minutes, you have to take the spatula thingy and scrape it off. Another thrashing followed, now with me yelling and laughing hysterically "Ang diin! Nilalagyan mo ko ng abrasions e!"


I think the world of glamorous cosmetics is scary.
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Camp reunion tomorrow. About time!!! I'm nearly losing that "friendly feeling" I got at camp.

Playing around with superheroes

I remembered to watch today's episode of Justice League Unlimited. (I keep forgetting to watch all of my routine cartoons-- meaning that they're not routine anymore because I'm not particularly good at pinpointing their time slots.) This one was about Supergirl and Brainiac 5, which was fun, because I like seeing them mixing around for a change, instead of all that saving-the-world things they usually do. I luckily glanced on the credits when it ended; Matt Czuchry voiced Brainiac 5. Hah, no wonder he seemed [cute and] familiar.

My first cartoon for the week, and probably the last. It's already Friday.
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Ang Tsoknat at Choconutty Rush ay masayang kainin buong maghapon kapag sugar deprived ka.

Today's mood

Second day of the crimson wave and I'm biting everyone's head off with icy remarks of "Go away."

Most likely they're thinking "Oho, well aren't we snarky today..."
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A new season of America's Next Top Model will be showing sometime soon, which will be fun. I've missed Tyra Banks. The Australian version of the same competition (yes, there is one) isn't as fun as the original, mostly because I can't understand half of the things they're saying due to their accents. Imagine turkeys gobbling. Got that? And then put an Australian accent ON the turkey gobble. (It now sounds like GOUH-bul, GOUH-bul, GOUH-bul...) So now it's less intelligible, all the more so when they get really excited and start talking all at the same time. The artistic factor of the show, which is, in my personal opinion the modelling, the make-up and the photography, is still as good. So in the end, I can turn the sound off and still want to watch it.
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I've taken out The Artist's Handbook in an effort to educate myself on the use of chalk pastels, to no avail. It seems that making art is more than colors and stuff; you have to consider a lot of things, like the toxicity of your colors, de-acidifying the canvass, lessening the stress on the canvas and etc, etc. Gyah, I seem more ignorant than I did when I first tried reading the book.

As of today, I've got dirty, chalk-laden fingers, wasted paper (I think I need the right kind), and a panic moment when I noticed that I couldn't find the words non-toxic anywhere on the box (checked it online; it's safe). And I still don't know how to use Black, Sanguine and White for that "effect of immediacy and intimacy."

Messy business, this is. I've got chalk dust blown all over.

Summer melancholy

This one is a really personal post, and while I have to disappoint those who were hoping that I'd admit outright that I'm a vampire, a banshee or the last surviving genius in this era (er, a joke, in case you didn't catch that), I do hope that none of you will think less of me because of my admittance to my flaws.


Sometimes I envy people who seem to feel more than I do, who aren't so apathetic or indifferent or passive as to let the moment pass by. To confess, it's been ages since I've sobbed my heart out... no, wait, I cried at the height of the stress and pressure of the IP, and the despair I felt towards the end of the schoolyear. I cried, bitterly, partly because it all seemed so lost, and partly because of the pathetic reason that I was sobbing.

I hate crying. Because once I start, I can never seem to stop. I can do it for one reason, then continue on because of another thing, and another, because the dam I keep building up suddenly breaks apart in a wild torrent of angry waters, to see that I've been scarred for a multitude of instances, only to sigh for the umpteenth time because I. HATE. CRYING.

It's why I keep it checked. Controlled. To the point of numbing myself to a smile; to the point of thinking the feeling. The tsunami disaster was just news, the devastating stampede was just horrifying statistics; to tell you the truth, I nearly slept through Manny Pacquiao's victory, and missed the moment. (You might disown me after knowing the last one, but it really happened...)

I'm sorry to say this to the world, and I'm sorry to say this to myself: that I am a shabby excuse for a human being if I can't feel compassion for anything that doesn't involve my personal happiness.


But the only thing permanent is change, and the only thing that keeps the human race alive in desperate times is hope. Resiliency will come and I'll have my happier self back.

In the meantime, I can only wait for my period to end; hormones will stabilize themselves by that time.


Garrh, no wonder I've been craving for sugar... Oh Cadbury, please bring back my happiness.

On occasion

Happy Mother's day too to my aunts and my grandmadurr. Forgot to include them here due to sleepiness. :D

Woke up at 5 am (again) yesterday for mass; I got to wear a long-sleeved top. Yay! Long sleeves in summer! And a lot of people in church were wearing jackets. Yay! Jackets in summer! Warm, comfy outfits likes those assure me of the dropping temperature. We then ate breakfast in Mcdo, then Mom bought flowers for Lola and Tita Baby. We ate lunch at Lola's and stayed for a good while. I met another little dog, a three month old mini pinscher (sp?) named Douglas, who was playing with Truffles (another little doggy). On the way home we bought more flowers for Tita Ems and Tita Chon and paid them a visit. It seems like Mom got everybody else something, except for herself.

We got home in the evening; somebody suggested a midnight snack, as usual. Mom was watching TV upstairs and didn't suspect anything until we called her down a little later and surprised her with a nice chocolate cake (on which stuck a note that says "We TOTALLY support your weight loss program...") and a card which I slaved over during the car ride (got myself totally feeling nauseated after due to car sickness). It was fun; Mom got a bit teary-eyed and all and we were all having a good laugh over it because we were half afraid that we were giving ourselves away before we even had the surprise.

It was nice making my mom happy. How thoughtful of us naman! Hahahaha. :P
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First day of classes is on June 13, about four weeks from now (EEP.); the only good thing about it is that we only get four schooldays instead of five, because the 12th is a holiday. Naks, holiday agad, ansaya-saya!

I miss school, but I'll regret ending vacation, wherein it all becomes one whole day stretching out before us, until we get back to studying and sleepless nights...

With a foot over

It's still nice and windy. The wind's making warped moaning noises as it pushes against the windows.

Currently wearing a light quilty-looking jacket that's grey and faded, in a purplish-pinkish-greenish sort of way. Nearly wore this for a whole day, along with my PJs.
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Bamboo's awesome power over the rock masses as The Dude Who Sang Noypi is amazing. And it surprises me. Sure, he's good, but his music rather stikes me as some sort of jazzy rock rambling. His songs, expecially those in English, never seem to be grounded in any theme; it's so... random, but connected in a way. Then again, to define is to limit. It makes them hardly singable though. Bamboo manages that without a hitch-- except that the way he intones the words, sometimes, seem so predictable and similar. I find myself hearing an echoes of his songs in his songs. (Does that makes sense?) It's like... I can make a medley by connecting those instances where the songs nearly sound the same, even for a moment.

Still, this might just be me. Wouldn't want everybody aiming for my jugular vein after I post this...

Just making noise in this little corner of the world.
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Happy Mother's Day to my Mummy, and to my lovely cousins.

The good old days

It's raining-- the kind that has cool breezes and damp grassy smells, the kind which reminds me of school, and the times we spent a whole day wearing jackets. It's so nice and cloudy and gray. Wish it wouldn't stop...
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Zarah posted the old "Peter Pan, an Original" poem in her blog (after Mia found it, and passed it along to Ja). Goody. I often wondered where that went. It's the spawn of a mad scramble for choral recitation poems, sheer desperation and the dreamy blushings of a young girl. *blink blink* EW. Okay, kadire. Hahaha. Before Peter Pan, however, there was Finnigan Mcfigg, among the numerous others, who sadly didn't make it past two lines.

"His name was Finnigan Mcfigg,
He has one arm and one lig"

Hmmm, just the only starter lines I memorized out of the many we were making up. A pity. At least we still got Peter. (Ja: We could sell it on ebay!!!)
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Mom told us to "do something productive". I suppose that means cleaning, and fixing and whatnot. The thing about "cleaning up" is, you just dump it all on a place where it's supposed to be dumped. And I want cleaning up to really mean CLEANING UP, which means generating good-riddance-to-bad-rubbish thoughts. My parents (read: my MOM) has/have this galling rule of screening everything we want to throw out, just in case it's still something useful, which isn't a bad idea at all. It only becomes annoying when you end up keeping 95% of the junk you want to throw out just because they say so. Peachy, that garbage out-garbage in cycle. It defeats the purpose of your cleaning efforts in the first place.
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There is something SO wrong whenever I see Tim Yap hosting his "show" on MTV (besides the chills I get, I mean). It's just... not good...
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I'm back to drawing again! Or doodling. I'm testing other styles. I really like the way fashion designers draw. I'm trying to see how thin I can stretch my figures without them looking disproportionate.

Oh wait; they're already thin to begin with.

Dream whishpers

I dreamt that section 5 got totally reshuffled, was picked as guinea pig class to beta test the upcoming coed program (so we had guy classmates, imagine that), was moved to the Penthouse, and suddenly had Greek and Japanese Swordfighting classes (totally kick-ass, those).

Weird. Portents of things to come, perhaps? My gut tells me that the coming year might be different in a huge way. Still, we won't know until June. Surprise, surprise until then.

Yesterday and everything about it

Woke up yesterday at 5.00 am to go to mass at 6, which was too bad-- I was having a nice dream about revisiting this awesomely ornate house that had kick-ass thick garter things hanging from the ceiling where you either bungee jumped with or get tortured on (a recurring dream, if you may, although I'm not sure if it really is that or the people in my dream just want me to believe I had visited it before; dream logic is highly inconsistent, although they do make sense when you're asleep).

Bianca and I went straight to UST, after a quick breakfast, for the CYA-YA summer sports event. There was supposed to be mass there at 8; unfortunately, they had it later, which meant that we had to sit through another mass. *sigh*

An hour later, we were already being grouped into four teams. I got into Red, Bianca in Green. Of course, they then make you do the whole getting-to-know-you thing, which is unbelievably awkward, all the more because we were reduced to nodding and smiling like there's no tomorrow, and because we couldn't hear each other over the noise:

Person A: Ah, so incoming third year ka na? Anong pipiliin mong course sa college?
ME: What?
Person A: Course?
ME: WHAT?
Person A: Course mo-- sa college?
ME: OH. *embarrassed silence* I don't know yet.
Person A: What?
ME: I don't know yet.
Person A: WHAT?
ME: EWAN KO PA.
Person A: Aaah...

I wish we didn't stand around talking about the weather-- and smiling. Pfft, small talk... it's such an experience.

There were five sports to play: Volleyball, Soccer, Basketball, Ultimate Frisbee and modified Patintero (not exactly a sport though... hehe). I only liked the last two. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to play nor watch the Frisbee games. Boo. They made me do Soccer and Volleyball, at which I am spectacularly bad at. (I nearly caught the soccer ball in my hands-- I mean seriously, what goof ball does that?!)

I think I may have a phobia with balls that are A) bigger than my head, and B) hurling straight towards me.

Then there was this "amazing" race-esque activity later in the afternoon. There was this dude who kept on yelling at us to "Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!!!!!!!!!", with no regard to anyone's feelings whatsoever. The jerk. You'd think we were dumb slow pokes from the way he kept on yapping and snapping and clapping his hands. His name was Krell, or Crel, or Cryl, or Crelle, or Krel-- dammit, how many times can you spell a shrimp's name anyway?!?

And his shirt said CSB. *glares pointedly at someone* Haha, I'm kidding; all schools have their own unfortunate share of loserdom.

In the end we won anyway (explains the bingeing on Flat Tops-- woohoo!). But I didn't feel any better for it. I felt drained, being kept wary of all different personalities I was meeting one after the next. I was sore from smiling.

In effect, I felt like a tightly coiled spring with so much tension. I was glad it finally finished, and I can go home and literally unwind. We got a ride with PJ and Vincent(with their dad). And it was so fun to get along with them that I went from tightly-coiled-spring to overcooked-limp-noodle. Hahaha, tawa ako nang tawa, parang nasobrahan ako sa Flat Tops. I do think that's the only thing that saved me from nearly hating the whole day of unbearable social interaction and sweaty sports.

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I looked in the mirror when I got home; YIKES, my hair was springing off in all directions imaginable. It's been doing that ever since I got a haircut. I thought "Hey, I can always tie it up if anything goes wrong," not considering what I'd do if it can't be tied properly without it looking weird.

HAAAAY...

Grow hair, grow.

Unreachable. Alas.

I had the sudden inspiration to Google that old Sunsilk Softtouch ad to look for the adsong, which brought me to this forum:

http://www.waleg.com/commercials/archives/001481.html

{As usual, kapipeyst, people! Kapipeyst!)

And when I saw it I was like, WOAH! I didn't know there were so many people looking for that song, all of them delicately trembling on the brink of crazy desperation. There are occasionally helpful bits, such as the lyrics (finally got those), although the identity of the artist and title in question are still being disputed. I do suggest you take a look, just in case you pick up something I didn't notice, haha. Though there are some amusing parts there too.

Towards the bottom there was a post that said:

ANNOUNCEMENT:

THANK YOU ALL FOR RESPONDING THAT WELL TO OUR COMMERICAL. WE ARE HAPPY TO SEE THAT PEOPLE LIKE THE SUNSILK SOFT TOUCH COMMERCIAL AND THE SONG. LUCKILY WE GOT YOUR REQUESTS FOR THE TITLE OF THAT SONG. WE ARE HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE TITLE OF THE SONG IS "YOU'RE MY SUNSHINE" BY THE RADIOACTIVE SAGO PROJECT FEATURING SLAPSHOCK. THANKS TO EVERYONE. SPREAD THE NEWS!=)
- Unilever Philippines

HAHAHA, mga loko. Radioactive at Slapshock, winning combination. Obviously hindi totoo yun, pero meron paring mga taong ganito yung reaction:

TO UNILEVER: Thank you very much for naming the song, and i do agree... where can we get that? are there any promotional copies of that song? For a christmas gift perhaps.... you'd sell more if you offer a free cd together with a sunsilk soft touch shampoo, am i right?

Kung sakaling alam niyo talaga kung sino kumanta nito pati yung title, pakisabi sakin. At wag niyong sasabihin si John Barry or whoever yan hanggang pwede niyong masiguradong yun nga yun. Hahaha, ang kulit ng mga tao sa forum. Wala ka tuloy maintindihan.
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I open my eyes/
softly and wide/
'round the flowers/
you're my sunshine...

Back to my cheery self

We had alimasag and shrimps for dinner. I don't usually eat crab-- I bet I'm the most incompetent crab eater there is-- but Bianca was pestering me on how expensive it is and all, so I ate one for the sake of it.

The experience did nothing to alleviate my bad impression of crabs. They're hard and shelly, and they don't have that much meat on them. Plus their orange fatty parts make me dizzy if I eat too much. It's like... picking on rocks to eat gritty moss. Unsatisfying.

Walaaaaa, fish parin da best.

As for the shrimps-- at least I can shell them with my spoon and fork without having to use my fingers. Not exactly in the super-shrimp-sheller (woah, try saying that a gazillion times over without stopping) category, but I get along.

We ate chocolates after. I finished off my ration of chocolate bars in the whole pack. Rawr. Craving-- so-- strong(!!!). I feel so sugar-deprived, seriously. If I'm not careful, my cravings will definitely blow up in my face. I'm having maniacal fantasies of spending my birthday getting reacquainted with Cadburry and Hershey's.

Watched a bit of World Tour Poker or whatchamacallit. It's a fun game. Although Mom was like "O see anak? You can tell who'll fold by watching their body language! Insecure na to o. Tingnan mo...", and her tone made it sound as if she was explianing this fascinating bit of psychology to wide-eyed four-year-olds. Kaya medyo nawawala yung moment dahil parang kelangan mo magpause, mag-reflect, at i-acknowledge ang wisdom at correlation ng body language sa social arts.

Sawa na ko sa TV. A visit to Fully Booked is long overdue... Hmm, reminds me, Saturday will be FREE COMICBOOK DAY (www.freecomicbookday.com for more details)! Wala lang.

You just can't get enough of

The Internet.

The time between the camp and the reunion, like the brief lull between two lifetimes, is still unarguably the BEST time to find out stuff about everyone else.

To start, let me say:

Thank God for the Internet. For without it, there would be no means to do research.


I just discovered the power of Blogger's Google-powered blog search, coupled with a few well-chosen keywords. Highly interesting results.

Let me pause again, to thank the few gullible souls out there who like pouring their hearts out; without you, we'd have no lower calling to answer to, no break in this monotony of not knowing.

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This is wickedly fun.

Now I get the reason why people just LOOOVE watching Pinoy Big Brother. Nothing like spying on the neighbors, eh?


Ugh, I'm disgusted. Should not cross line, should not be unethical-- because then I'll morph into one of those avid PBB watchers, which are no better at all than people-watching freaks.

We should all get a life.