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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I <3 YOU!

thanks to something which my aunts, uncle, grandmother and mother dubbed as "tigdas hangin" (whatever those are), i started this year with grisly bumps all over my face and neck and back. okay, i'm exaggerating. they're not exactly grisly. hehe.  but i hate them. i look like a platter left in the microwave oven too long, or a marshmallow dangling over a campfire, or.. well, you get the picture. not that these "grisly" bumps stopped me from having fun this new year. not me. i had the time of my life--a great accomplishment, considering that my mom and I ate eggs and instant noodles for 5 days straight because of, uh, financial shortage. i never complained once. my mom whined and moaned, but as far as i'm concerned, we could be eating salt and fish sauce alone, and we'd still have a hearty meal over that like we're eating hams and roasted chicken or quezo de bola. and no, i'm not kidding. i don't know why, exactly. and who cares why anyway? hehehe.

not to be a party pooper or anything, but i think New Year is an occassion to celebrate, not lose all shreds of reason and behave irresponsibly. it's so annoying when, for example i'm minding my own business, walking down a once-safe sidewalk, when some half-naked guys suddenly wave and yell at me and say "may paputok! dali!", and i have to rush away at once, unless i want to experience extreme bodily harm. some people even throw these firecrackers into the streets, not caring if there are some children or women or elderly people approaching, and not caring about the jepneys and cars that are passing. i hate to think what would happen if, by some accident, a firecracker explodes right under a gas tank of some vehicle.

yeah, New Year is a time to celebrate, not areason to turn into idiots.

i really miss him.

two more days.

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funny how you could feel your youth slipping away by virtue of your changing tastes in interests. as we age, our tastes also change.

I reread The Diary of Anne Frank and Around the world in Eighty Days last week, and i considered both (especially Anne Frank) works of art, when a few years back, i considered the pair of them a head-splitting bore. i am no longer fond of teeny-bopperish books. I'm through the Sweet Valley, Baby Sitter's Club, Choose Your Own Adventure phase.

So-called profound writers--those i considered great writers a few years ago--like Paulo Coelho and Nicholas Sparks does not satisfy me any longer. not that they aren't good, they are. they're just too formulaic. even Dan Brown has become formulaic after Da vinci Code and Angels and Demons. in fact, my taste changed so much that the only books from the best seller list i find worthy of reading are Harry Potter books and Mitch Albom's Five People you meet in heaven.

just goes to show you, it never hurts to come out of your shell every once in a while. the previous year taught me that. but that's a topic for another post.

venture out of the trendy and the mainstream, o young blooming readers. there are a lot of books waiting to be discovered.

in 15 days, we would be celebrating our fifth monthsary. now i believe that time really does slip away. why, it only seems like yesterday when we were freshmen and exchanging cell phone numbers.

i love you!

but before anything else, i'd like to thank sweetheart and his mom and dad for taking me along to their reunion over at tita julie's house last Sunday. i had a super fun time spending time with Nikki and Migs and Kuya Tan and Ate Jean. and Niña and Ganjah (Lo's godchild. Like her name?).

and thanks to tita julie and tito ace for the yummy yummy food. like he said, the lumpia were magical. hehe. and the laing too. and the green mangoes and the refrigerator cake that Nikki made. and singing along to old and new songs, although i did not have enough guts to actually use the microphone, really made our day.

what does "poser" actually mean anyway? someone pretending to be somebody he/she isn't? if that's what it means, i'd say everyone of us is a poser.

sadly though, i think that the word "poser" is often used to describe, as a totally random example, a person who wears black clothes from head to foot but listens to "lame" music. lame--according to people who claims they have better taste.

i don't get why people can't lay off everyone else. can't a person dress that way and not listen to brain-numbing screeching music? it makes me feel like we're in one of those lame teeny bopper movies where everyone must fit into this nice and neat category: the geeks, the popular chicks, the dumb jocks, etcetera. can't the popular chicks also be the brains? can't the geeks also be the bullies? stinking stereotypes. it's that kind of thinking that makes people shallow, not the way they dress.

whatever happened to live and let live?

sweetheart's getting addicted to Ely Buendia. and so am i.

switart, aybyu!

i absolutely couldn't believe that i am gonna do our Chapter V-VI for the third time.

i was this effing close to finishing it. the first time, the program crashed. i haven't saved my work yet. now, the whole stinking computer restarted and my thesis was gone. again. and don't think i didn't try to recover it. what kind of student would want to repeat everything she just wrote for three effing hours, huh? and do you know how utterly useless the so-called computer technicians are here? they should at least be able to  bring back the Start button so i could search for my thesis. but no, they don't know how. some technician. so they gave me free access so i could repeat the whole thing. oh wow.

buy your own computer before you start college. or bug you parents for it. at least, when the system crashed, you could console yourself with the thought that you did not just spend 100+ pesos for nothing. and you could throw a terrible temper tantrum and not risk destroying other people's property.

punyeta naman oh.

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malapit na kong matapos. bukas na, kasi pagod na ko.

three hoorahs for me! and hanne, of course. and arjay na rin.

thesis almost done. we just need to smooth over a few snags, and then, defense, here we come.  arghh. my sincerest apologies, i cannot seem to think of anything intelligent to say. haha. my brain's gone and taken a vacation somewhere--the result of two days with almost no sleep. gah. want proof? check out the profile of Rowling I wrote this morning. cramming+no sleep does not produce good articles, so don't expect much from it, it's trash compared to sweetheart's. I'm posting it because i know a few people who, like me, walks around with "HARRY POTTER FREAK" tattoed on their foreheads (winks at Nia)--and they might find the info a little interesting. so there.

a line from my thesis acknowledgements:

"To my dearest blogmates, for all the electronic smiles and hugs, and the cyber friendships that are just as sincere as those in real life"

yeah, that's for you all. pardon my cheesiness, i could not help it.

an email from a very special, very smart, very handsome someone that made me smile today: 

-->i have been trying my best to improve my writing. (see, i'm beginning to write in another language, filipino. it's evident in my blog now.) in case you don't know, it's for you. maybe because i know that you have a good command of your pen--and i admire you for that, or perhaps because you inspire me just as well. you make me happy everytime i receive compliments from you, and so it's obvious that the reverse produces opposite feelings. i don't know if you exactly get my point, but if you do, i'll be in awe because honestly, i'm purposely blurring it. haha. i love you.

you know what, sweetheart, i love you too. and i've never given you anything but drooling praises of your writing skills. and yeah, i got your point, so you owe me a kiss.

1. the tagged victim has to come up with 8 description of their perfect lover.

2. he/she must mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.

3. he/she must tag 8 or more people to join this game and leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. (i've been tagged by rai)

4. if tagged the second time, there's no need to post again.

reminder: this entry might be a particularly icky and uncomfortable subject to read about. if you're the kind of person who goes "eeww" at the mention of menstruation and similar subjects, kindly skip this part. you have been warned.

okay, so that reminder might've been completely unnecessary since i am not planning on talking about this how bloody this business is or anything retarded like that. but, whatever. some people might not like to read about my dysmennorhea-induced rantings anyhow. so there.

the thing i hate most about getting my period (aside from getting a big pimple on my forehead like some kind of freaking alert that i'm about to go through another week of bitchiness and uber uncomfortable-ness) is that i get so emotional. i can always tell when i'm at that time of the month because i am suddenly irritable and the normally non-confrontational camz slips away and then i am this eye-rolling, snarling person that needs very little provocation. also, i cry over anything. anything, i say. sucky soap operas, hypocritic feel-good shows, commercials, even cartoons. like, i don't know why i suddenly feel like crying during an episode of Spongebob Squarepants, but i did. is this normal? then again, i wouldn't really be surprised if it isn't. i am not a very normal person.

i'm PMS-ing, friends, so please excuse my psychotic babble. i'll be back to "normal" (or, my normal self, at least) within a week.

PS: swit<3, thanks for taking care of me today. i love you! mwa!

this last school year, a lot of long-term couples broke up left and right. and i've seen enough to realize that there are some girls who, when their egos get hurt, will go to any length to prove that they are not affected, they are okay, they were the ones who made a fool of their boyfriends. like that is something to be proud of. why should making a fool out out of someone be something to be proud of, to brag about? beats me. it seems like they were too busy saving face that they did not realize that their stunts only sinked them further. too bitter. so not good.

i was watching Oprah last night, and the show was paying a tribute to the late Christopher Reeve. they replayed a VTR of him, in which he said something along the lines of: "When something you don't like happens to you, you shouldn't do anything but accept it. You just move on, period."

and i must say, i agree.

disclaimer: it may seem like i am, but i am not singling out anyone in this post. i'm just stating an opinion. like sweetheart said before, i'm throwing stones at random. still, it will be quite interesting to find out who will yell "Ouch!"