Saturday, January 24, 2009

huh?

Maybe it has something to do with the occasion today, or perhaps I just woke up at the wrong side of the bed; either way, it still seems largely miraculous that here I am creating a new post after a looooooooooong period of hiatus.

self to self:Oh hey, you have a blog, darling, remember? Somehow, that needs updating!


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What's with today?


My birthday –& let me count up all the things I love about it:


1. I have no reason to entertain the possibility of malnourishment because birthday means food. Plenty of them. I can be as stuffed as I want to be. Diet be damned.

2. I can have my room at its dirty worst without hearing a single chastise from my mother. Though I have to remind myself that such tolerance from her is only valid for 24 hours.

3. Everybody’s nice to me. HAHAHA. Terms of endearments are simply overflowing –darling, dear, dearest, dearie, love –oh I adore’em all! They give off an impression as if I’m the nicest person on the planet. [feeds my ego, really, haha]

4. I can play any song that I want while in my mother’s car without her side-commenting that I have a “weird, corny choice of songs”. [She finds it queer that I obsess over the old old old songs more so than I do with the contemporary ones.]

5. It’s the fact that my elementary friends still greet me and remember my birthday.

6. To celebrate birthday is to celebrate comment-flooding in friendster, multiply, facebook and plurk.

7. I can wish for this and that and still my parents won’t complain. [that is as long as I don’t ask for a car or marriage blessing, then we’re all good]

8. People in the house turn lovey-dovey towards me: hugs, kisses, birthday wishes everywhere. Wow, I’m like: “Spoil me more, people! Come on!

9. The tv remote control is entirely mine, and for once, my brother can’t do anything about it.

10. It’s when the night before I can’t shake off the feeling of dread when I ask myself “what if nobody remembers my birthday tomorrow?”; then only to wake up the morning after and find out that my inbox is flooded with birthday messages. Heart-warming at that. =D

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So, yes, cheers ^_^

Happy Birthday to me. I'm glad I exist :D


Saturday, January 17, 2009

green with


What I envy the most about this kid (whom I saw inside a bookshop) :

1. He's surrounded by books.
2. He's reading.
3. He has the time.