the crabby crab

I’m up against nature. I hate the weather. stupid summer. inconsiderate sun. despicable heat.

Oh yes, I'm this teed off that even the existence of a defenseless, non-talking sun I blame.

commercial break

I flare up every time I see this commercial.

Duh.

How could some people be so daft as to portray a woman as looking so shallow that her happiness depends entirely upon a pair of shoes? Seriously. I'd like to believe that women are more sensible than that.

it could have been worse

What a delight that my registration day this time around didn’t take away every ounce of patience present in my sexy body, as it usually did in the past. Even CRS was fairly generous in giving me all the necessary subjects by the end of the second run. Assessment was taking eons to finish; but that’s a hard fact that one just have to learn to accept overtime, along with the realization that it won't be changing anytime soon –and I did, so I’d really rather not rant about it; besides, my friends were there to keep me company while I was cooling my heels, so that’s fine. The payment cue at PNB was normally lengthy, but the movement of the line was surprisingly swift; so that’s fine again. Really, my day could have been worse; thankfully, it wasn’t. In fact, I was able to finish the whole enrollment process at around two o’clock. That’s already a mighty feat for me considering that I’ve had worse fates before where one day wasn’t enough and I still had to come back to the university the following day.


Nevertheless, the whole falling in line and waiting strain still left me famished all the same (as it would any normal stomach.) So at around four o’clock, when my friends and I were all done with the registration and payment, we hit the mall a.k.a Trinoma. We couldn’t agree to a common place to dine, so in the end, Ronn had to play the leader and decide for the group. He wanted BK, so BK it was for us. There were eleven of us in the table and I could only imagine how scandalized the other customers must have felt seeing a group so large, so noisy, and soo…good-looking :P

the truth of the matter

It is a scandal to let so much time slip without posting anything here.

And scandal it will remain at least for a few more weeks to come. Gahhh.

How demanding life could get.

the vain, self-centered leader

im in the middle of a serious, inescapable crisis these days. so many things to do, so little time. im very tired (so much so that i brush off the proper use of punctuation?! and CAPITALIZATION, do you notice?) and yet that does not even begin to scratch the surface of how beat i was yesterday. i was so darn ear my point of blowup then, hence the need for a break. but when i did so, i wished it was otherwise.

whatever possessed me to take the blasted "Dr. Phil's Personality Test" in facebook. <_<

why, i was called as:


The Vain, Self-Centered Leader

Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.

reaction: wow, am i really that rotten a person? awesome.

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

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.