{disordered intellect}

2003-05-08T01:17:00.000-07:00

yoohoo.

am here.

2003-05-06T19:10:00.000-07:00

ode to my black heads

I've just conceded defeat to my black heads.

Ever since Pond's stopped making or distributing their pore strips, my black heads have grown in number and have spread from my nose to some part of my cheeks. Some have also settled happily on my chin.

There was a time when I never cared about them, much less, knew what they are. But college has a way of making one painfully aware of one's looks, of skin imperfections, of hair's oil levels. (Or was this suppose to happen in high school? Forgive me, am such a late bloomer.)

So, I started stocking up on creams, lotions, gels, scrubs and other beauty concoctions. I splurge on beauty magazines, fast becoming my bedtime reasing materials.

But alas. I could not afford the prescribed facial and body treatments, I can't afford regular trips to the spa, to have my nails and hair done at the parlor.

The result? A penniless, square-shape-nailed, dry-hair, blotchy-skinned frustrated kikay.

So I've decided that I have to wage my battles one at a time.

The latest enemy? My black heads.

One day, over lunch, an office mate took one look at me and noticed my black heads. The topic of conversation then was far from my or anyone else's skin imperfections and so I decided then and there that something must be done... and fast.

I once again searched for pore strips. Zilch.

I saw this Asian cream and gave it a try. It smelled and felt like Elmer's glue on my skin and I threw out the half-full sachet.

I've started using a facial scrub but my black heads are holding on. I bought a "black head remover," a thin metal contraption which remained unused for a while as I had no idea how it was supposed to work.

Last week-end, I gave it a try and started scraping at my face. I was starting to get giddy when I saw some black heads popping out and being pulled out - but not every evil morsel of dirt.

So, here I am, a few days after, red-nosed, with tired arms and still, more black heads.

I concede defeat to my black heads. But tomorrow is another day, and my stretch marks await.

2003-04-22T22:38:00.000-07:00

tabula rasa

my mind feels like this this week. a clean slate.

ugh. the effect of no work for five days. now i have to catch up, catch up, catch up. am tired.

2003-04-18T01:20:00.000-07:00

on vacation

am in the province now. the trip home last wednesday was not as bad as i expected. perhaps people have travelled as early as monday or will travel as late as thursday.

i brought home two folders and three diskettes' worth of work but i have not started on anything. all of my siblings, even my usually workaholic father (who's dozing on a bench outside), are on vacation mode so it's hard to get going.

i desperately want to go swimming, though am not sure if there would any open resorts. i could always go to the beach but i don't think my parents and my friends' parents would allow us to go swimming, even if we are all indeed above 21 years old and old enough to do whatever we please.

what i saw in the news kept playing over and over in my head. a priest was lamenting that the youth today are "neglecting" the real essence of holy week. "remember, it's a holy day not a hol-i-day.

i better shut up for now then.

2003-04-11T00:39:00.000-07:00

i've been a "working gurl" for 11 months. wow.

* * * * *

i'd love to have lunch with you someday, too.

and we'll talk about...

... our, um, experiences (?) with seminarians... :)

... how you keep your long and wavy (?) hair all luxurious and shiny. (judging from the photo in your blog)...

... how i can ward off a guy's unwarranted and seemingly undying affection.

... uhmmm... i'll think of more topics pa. :)

2003-04-03T20:56:00.000-08:00

shoulda coulda woulda

i hate graduations.

my sis graduated from high school this week. i took a leave from work because i am the official camera person in our family. i dunno, my parents have gone picture-crazy since i got my SLR camera. every family event or holiday has to be, um, documented. we have a drawer-full of pictures, since after all the poses and toothy grins, nobody has enough free time to file the pictures in albums.

so, back to the graduation. in the midst of taking pictures, my eyes started to tingle. i thought, shit, i can't believe i'm gonna bawl out here. it's just my sister's graduation for chrissake, not my daughter!

there were the usual speeches and looong awarding sessions. and oh my, the kids in my alma mater are really going places and reaping lots of awards - and sitting there, i started to reflect how active i was in high school. how i used to go to other places and compete and go home euphoric from a win.

when i got to college, i felt burnt-out and told myself to stay away from "extra-curriculars". i had three orgs but save for one, i wasn't really active in them. i think i've grown lazy or got bored of being active in such.

college graduation came and i sat there, gawking at my batchmates whose necks were straining from their numerous medals.

do i have awards-envy? maybe. do i regret not having taken advantage of all the opportunities presented to me? maybe. do i regret not joining the university and college papers after seeing a schoolmate's (who's freshman) byline in its front page? maybe.

i hate graduations, i hate ceremonies that validate one's accomplishments because they make me realize that i may not have done enough in 22 years of existence.

2003-03-25T20:00:00.000-08:00

randomness

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:
rejection, betrayal, failing

THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH (the most):
bf, roomies 1 and 2

THREE THINGS I LOVE:
backrubs, technology, sleeping

THREE THINGS I HATE:
narrowminded people, norms (pwede ba yun?), shitty rules

THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
life, love's rules, hatred

THREE THINGS IN MY BAG:
lip balm, wallet, umbrella

THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:
surfing the net, answering mails, answering queries from my bosses

TWO THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
play the violin, have a baby

THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
reformat a computer, text without looking at the phone, take care of a baby

THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
martyr, weak, introvert

THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:
sing, cook, drive

THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
mind over heart, parents

THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
people who hate you (obviously), fortune tellers, horoscope

THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
scary, ok fine, ganun?

THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
chocolates, seafood, anything inihaw

THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN:
play the violin, drive, cook

THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
coffee, water, regular Coke

THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:
Batibot, Shaider, all those Saturday cartoon shows

- stolen from Chel. hey, girl, reading does not make one a geek... it makes you a... well-rounded individual as you get older. Amen. :) (read: i'm a geek, too)

2003-03-23T19:59:00.000-08:00

i don't know why, but i just felt like singing this song today.

She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life

It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands

So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late and

She's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
~ she's out of my life, michael jackson

blame my pre-menstruation hormones.

* * * * *

sometimes, i wish i was in her place, minus all her previous scandals and um, accent and expressions.

2003-03-19T18:42:00.000-08:00

pompous client surprised us yesterday.

finally, finally, he volunteered to edit his write-up according to his standards - whatever.

he really loves himself. he even faxed us a three-feet long list of his awards. geez.

* * * * *

LSS

I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else
I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself
I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart
~ i'd rather, luther vandross

still thinking what's the relevance of the song to me. :)

2003-03-12T20:46:00.000-08:00

round 2

so... pompous narcissistic client is coming to the office today for another round of bashing my work.

i am seriously considering shutting down my computer and walking out of the office.

i have more important things to do than listen to him on the hundred different ways of spreading to the world his wonderful awards and pump up his over-inflated ego.

God help me get through the day.

2003-03-10T20:20:00.000-08:00

lagot...

last night, i saw a former classmate. she was dressed in what i call the all-black-makati-corporate girl ensemble. i was in my usual baby-tee-jeans-and-sneakers outfit.

i think her course was art studies something... basta, a course that doesn't usually go into the corporate route.

i was surprised... then i panicked.

napag-iiwanan na akooo!

* * * * *

she looked like she brings home more than ten thousand bucks every payday.

*looks at empty wallet and bangs head on the wall*

her hair used to be curly... now, it's freshly rebonded (around P5k?).

*pulls at unruly hair*

waaaaaaa!!!!

2003-03-07T05:56:00.000-08:00

so... am back home. in the province. and i may never come back.

* * * * *

so hot. summer's here.

* * * * *

i hate my work. or i hate myself for being in my job.

sometimes, i think i don't have the soul, the gut, the works to be a writer.

the other day, a client called up one of our sales people, complaining about the write-up i did for him. the write-up which i have revised three times in a month.

he said the write-up was lacking; he said that i didn't contribute anything to it, everything came from him; he thinks that the write-up failed in promoting him and his business.

i was tempted to grab the phone and shout, "well then you do it, you narcissistic bastard! i'm overworked and underpaid here, and it doesn't help that i have to suck up to people like you!"

* * * * *

the truth was, i was very hurt that he wasn't happy with the article.

i'm not really good with criticism, constructive or otherwise.

it took me a long time to have my former boyfriend read my articles, because he also wrote and i was a tad insecure. i used to hide all my writing exercises from him. then, when the time came and i let him read one, he had to say, "this article has no heart."

all throughout college, my feelings would see-saw from one teacher to the next... one would love my work, another wouldn't understand it.

gawd... i dunno if i'm punishing myself for being in this profession. sometimes, passion fails, passion is not enough.

perhaps, i've run out of the passion for writing.

that's so sad.

2003-02-27T00:43:00.000-08:00

creative chaos

QUOTE OF THE DAY:

"One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries."

- A.A. Milne -

read this in some web site this morning and i so agree with it.

i am what people call a pack rat. my rooms (back in the province and here in manila) are overflowing with magazines, CDs, papers, newspapers, pocketbooks and what-have-yous. i was worst when i was younger, i used to keep my quizzes and exams in brown envelopes though my growing siblings made me realize that i do have to make space for their stuff.

insert thought: perhaps i am a sentimental shmuck. i think i got this from my father. we just bought a new P4 PC and my mom said we won't be selling the old celeron one because it has sentimental value. okay.

so... exciting discoveries. yup. there's nothing like the feeling of discovering an old love letter or a cute article i wrote after rifling through my junk. more so, discovering that i have 100 bucks inserted in my laptop bag.

i know you've heard this a thousand times from pack rats like me, but i know where everything is... well, most of the time. there are times thar i attempt to straighten out the mess but in a few hours, it would revert to being a mess.

and yes, i can't work in a clutter-free environment. my office desk is currently littered with pink post-its, mugs of pens and pencils, a sugar container, my baby pics, some books and lots and lots of paper. i do not have the messiest desk in the office yet... but i think i'm getting there.

* * * * *

lazy

this was supposed to be part of yesterday's post.

i love technology because i'm lazy.

ever since i started working, i've become so dependent on technology. i could not start an article using my ol' pen and paper... my fingers yearn for the keyboard. i surf the net for info and inspiration though i have lots of books and magazine. when i do or say something wrong, i hope i could press control+z somewhere. when i'm feeling bad, i hope there's a switch somewhere inside me turn off these not-so-good feelings.

i am constantly trying to raise my money and give myself a PDA and a digicam.

i'm lazy and disorderly. saya.

* * * * *

and... and... i haven't written in my journal in ages.

2003-02-26T02:52:00.000-08:00

lazy

haven't blogged in days because i'm lazy.

haven't applied to other law schools because i'm lazy.

haven't applied to other companies because i'm lazy.

i'm so useless.

* * * * *

we watched daredevil yesterday. i'm not so familiar with the story so i won't even dare (pardon the pun) come up with a movie review.

basta i liked this line:

daredevil to elektra (and vice versa, i think): stay. stay with me.

yes, i could relate to the line.

* * * * *

let's pray for her soul...

precious was my roomie's blockmate and friend.

i used to live in the dorm beside her dorm.

i used to make tambay on the curb where the accident happened. i dunno if i could visit the place again without imagining these images.

2003-02-17T18:07:00.000-08:00

gotcha

so... my roomie discovered my blog.

apparently, she was searching for imago's rainsong and she ended up here.

curious about the author, she scrolled down the posts and read something about our previous conversations about weighing and selling ourselves por kilo in the market. at first, she did not realize that i was talking about us... she was just amused that three other girls were doing the same thing somewhere out there.

still curious, she scrolled down... down... down... to the post where i ranted about her bf who ragged us for taking her to the bar on her birthday.

she went home and told our other roommate who was also surprised that i kept some sort of website which i never disclosed to them.

i told them to promise me never to set foot in this site again.

as if i could do that.

bravo, roomie!

2003-02-16T21:54:00.000-08:00

try 20

from my mailbox again...

Being Twenty-Something
by author unknown

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
It is when you stop going along with
the crowd and start realizing that there
are a lot of things about yourself that
you didn't know and may not like.
ou start feeling insecure and wonder
where you will be in a year or two, but
then get scared because you barely know
where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish
and that, maybe, those friends that you thought
you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest
people you have ever met and the people you have
lost touch with are some of the most important ones.
What you do not realize is that they are realizing
that too and are not really cold or catty or mean
or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what
you thought you would be doing or maybe you are
looking for one and realizing that you are going to
have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of
socializing with the same people on a constant basis.
But then you realize that maybe they weren't so
great after all. You are beginning to understand
yourself and what you want and do not want.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what
others are doing and find yourself judging a bit
more than usual because suddenly you realize that
you have certain boundaries in your life and add
things to your list of what is acceptable and what
is not.

You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and
cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel
alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is
the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with
dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting
further and further away and there is nothing to do
but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone
you loved could do such damage to you or you lay
in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent
enough to get to know better. You love someone but
maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out
why you are doing this because you are not a bad
person.

You go through the same emotions and questions
over and over and talk with your friends about the
same topics because you cannot seem to make a
decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and
making a life for yourself and while winning the race
would be great, right now you'd just like to be a
contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading
this relates to it. We are in our best of times and
our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to
figure this whole thing out.

2003-02-13T18:17:00.000-08:00

happy valentine's day, everyone...

maybe
neocolors

There I was
Waiting for a chance
Hoping that you'll understand
The things I wanna say

As my love went stronger than before
I wanna see you more and more
But you closed your door
Why don't you try
To open up your heart
I won't take so much of your time

Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too
'Coz I know you'll never do
Somebody else is waiting there inside for you
Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day
'Coz I know he's here to stay
But I know to whom you should belong

I believed what you said to me
We should set each other free
That's how you want it to be

But my love went stronger than before
I wanna see you more and more
But you closed your door
Why don't you try to open up your heart
I won't take so much of your time

Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too
'Coz I know you'll never do
Somebody else is waiting there inside for you
Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day
'Coz I know he's here to stay
But my love is strong
I don't know if this is wrong
But I know to whom you should belong

Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too
'Coz I know you'll never do
Somebody else is waiting there inside for you
Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day
'Coz I know he's here to stay
But my love is strong
I don't know if this is wrong
But I know to whom you should belong

2003-02-04T21:16:00.000-08:00

You are the fox.

Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.
brought to you by Quizilla

2003-02-04T20:56:00.000-08:00

early v-day special

from my mailbox. funny and true:

Nakakatawa talaga ang love. Isa siyang napakalaking oxymoron. Lahat ng pwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo at totoo pa rin.

Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw.

Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason. Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin.

Masakit magmahal. Pero okey lang. Teka, ano ba talaga?!

May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people." Nakakatawa kasi cum laude ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya ngayon.

Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging oxymoron din. O kaya paminsan, nagiging moron lang.

Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig. Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya. Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina. Ang mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba. Ang mga walang pakialam,
nagiging Mother Teresa. Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot,sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama'y malambot.)

Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na "Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman.

Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing galing mo? Pero 'pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa
namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?

Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko mamatay. Now na!"

At hindi lang 'yon. Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na yung puso nila,
siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya! "Bakit niya 'ko sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader yon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto.

Ang labo talaga.

Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga bagay na nakakatawa 'pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses ko na kasi siya nakasalubong kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na 'ko.

Pero wala pa rin akong alam.

Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gusto magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline.

Nakakatawa no?

Nakakaiyak.

* * * * *

my bf and i had a slight misunderstanding last night. he wanted to read the messages in my cell phone, i refused. no reason at all, i. just. don't. like.

pahamak na cell phone.

2003-02-04T00:18:00.000-08:00

i never thought i'd really really really relate with any of her songs, but here goes:

"I'm With You"

I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everythigns a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea yea yea

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...

2003-01-29T18:17:00.000-08:00

Been reading the articles over at Bnext, Binibini and Katha.

I used to write articles about my feelings, my random thoughts, trivial stuff, about the people around me…

But I’ve stopped. Now, I only write for my work.

I miss writing for fun.

* * * * *

I was chatting with my friend earlier. He asked for help about business workflow whatever and I said I couldn’t help him, don’t know anything about that, I’m just a writer.

He replied, “Writer kuno.”

He said he was kidding but he struck a nerve.

Am I really a writer?

I’ve always wanted, always dreamed to be one.

Does churning out five articles every other week for our web site make me a writer?

Does having a journalism degree make me a writer?

I hate these thoughts… ego is down, down, down…

2003-01-27T21:56:00.000-08:00

minsan

minsan sa may kalayaan tayo'y nagkatagpuan
may mga sariling gimik at kanya-kanyang hangad sa buhay
sa ilalim ng iisang bubong
mga sekretong ibinubulong
kahit na anong mangyari
kahit na saan ka man patungo

ngunit ngayon kay bilis maglaho ng kahapon
sana'y huwag kalimutan ang ating mga pinagsamahan
at kung sakaling gipitin ay laging iisipin
na minsan tayo ay naging
tunay na magkaibigan

minsan ay parang wala nang bukas sa buhay natin
inuman sa magdamag na para bang tayo'y mauubusan
sa ilalim ng bilog na buwan
mga tiyan nati'y walang laman
ngunit kahit na walang pera
ang bawat gabi'y anong saya

minsan ay hindi ko na alam ang nangyayari
kahit na anong gawin
lahat ng bagay ay merong hangganan
dahil ngayon tayo ay nilimot ng kahapon
di na mapipilitang buhayin ang ating pinagsamahan
ngunit kung sakaling mapadaan baka
ikaw ay aking tawagan
dahil minsan tayo ay naging
tunay na magkaibigan

this song never fails to make me happy and sad at the same time.

* * * * *

i'm sick...

... tired...

... uninspired...

... help.

2003-01-22T17:58:00.000-08:00

saan patungo...

on my way to work today, i kept thinking about my text conversation with my friend c last night.

first, she told me that she and three of our friends engaged in a four-way cell phone conversation. i don't know how they managed to do that, perhaps it was a new service of globe since they were all subscribers.

then we talked about a batchmate's father who passed away last week-end. sadly, we won't be able to go to the funeral.

c invited me to go to boracay this summer. i don't know if i can go, i may still have work or i may have resigned (which means i won't have money then). she then asked me about my law school-hunting and i said i've only applied to UP so far. i then asked about her UP med school application and she said she's still waiting then shocked me by saying that she may not go to med school at all if she doesn't pass. she's a registered nurse already and she's thinking maybe she'd go abroad na lang.

i said i have some reservations about law school, too. if i don't get into UP, i may not take up law na rin. we're both UP grads (i went to diliman, she's in manila), and you could say we love UP so much that we're hesitant to go to another school.

then this morning, as the FX was stalled somewhere in quezon ave., i thought about our conversations years years back, how she'd be a doctor and put up her own hospital and get me as her lawyer.

now that we're having reservations about getting into law and med schools, what will become of our dreams and plans? i know this sounds cheesy, but what will become of our lives? i've always wanted to be a lawyer, and i've always thought that my path was going into that direction.

and now... i'm not sure. i feel like the rug has been pulled out under me. saan na ko patungo?

it's scary...kung kelan pa ako nag-22, saka pa ko nawalan ng direksyon. saka pa ako nawalan ng plano sa buhay.

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another crime story.

two men aboard a motorcycle are now enjoying my office mate's cell phone and hard-earned money. his tale is even more sordid than mine, one of the thieves had a gun. they even made him turn his back on them (like what we see in the movies) and for a moment there, he thought it was his end. this happened a few streets away from his home.

i hate manila.

2003-01-16T19:16:00.000-08:00

the ring

i don't watch scary movies. i have a hyper-imagination and sometimes, when i'm all alone, i manage to scare myself too much that i can't sleep.

my roomies and bf watched the ring (not together) and they've been talking about it for days. last night, as i was drifting off to sleep, my roomies decided to compare the two versions, one watched the hollywood, the other, the japanese version.

earlier, while taking a bath, the image of the girl emerging from the tv keeps playing over and over in my head.

letse. lagi pa naman ako naiiwan sa room on week-ends.

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roomies also had the bright idea of calculating how much each of us would fetch if we sell our bodies to the market por kilo.

they said i'm worth P5, 400.

nyay, i could not live on that amount for a month.

2003-01-15T18:11:00.000-08:00

still alive

yay, it's been eons since my last post.

am still alive.

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a little about my 22nd bday celeb. nothing fancy, just had a few friends over for lunch then we hit the mall afterwards. we were supposed to play billiards but all the tables were occupied. someone suggested that we hit the arcade and i found myself shelling out 200 bucks to treat everyone to bump cars. wheee! the most expensive 5 minutes of my life, i tell you.

so how does it feel to be 22?

wala lang. i'll panic when i reach 23. as of now, i'm still content with being a semi-dependent, wearing jeans, baby tees and sneakers to work and not having my own car yet.

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freaky.

a friend called me up the other night. in the midst of the chatter, he said, "alam mo, parang may nakita akong kamukha mo na naho-hold-up."

i asked, when? where?

friend: "sa hbc. last month. kaso hindi ko kilala yung kasama mo so inisip ko kamukha mo lang yun."

me: "was he wearing a yellow shirt?"

friend: "yes."

me: "whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! baka ako nga yun!"

i went on to tell the sordid tale and yes, he was in the jeep just infront of us while two low-lifes were trying to get our cell phones. i kidded him, "di mo man lang ako tinulungan," and he replied, "ano naman gagawin ko?"

i told this to my other friends and they just said, "hay naku, wala nang hero ngayon no."

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law fever

i can't decide which law schools to apply to! halp!