I don’t know about you, but there’s just really something delightful and wonderful with just about anything that has something to do with rain. I love it! I get real cozy and happy when it starts raining! It’s just…amazing!:D
I used to really hate it whenever a sudden downpour would take place but my positive outlook dominated my very easy soul and now, I get all high and cuddle-ready whenever it starts to rain!:D Plus Natasha Bedingfield’s “Unwritten” song I think.XD Haha.XD
Woke up at around 8am and decided to sleep again for the lovely weather was far too tempting to resist! And…yeah…ended up having my breakfast at around lunch when my system finally decided that I should be human enough, get a life, and go on with the day. Dad was out on an overtime yesterday giving him the happy break to cook divine fried chicken delights.XD
My 4GB flash disk is still missing and it makes me feel real sad. And what’s wrong with my laptop? Why so slow? Bah. What’s wrong with me. Whoever said that being human is the easiest task of all. It’s not as easy as being a squirrel or any other kind of species there is. You have to react to the billion of stimuli all over your environment and as it is a fact that a saturation point exists — reacting to just about every stimuli in one’s environment can be not so fun sometimes. Am I on the verge of loosing sanity?O_O
Right now, I’m feeling all the many dynamic reactions that my environment is trying to stimulate me with and as much as I am thankful to the gift of my senses and above-average cognition, sometimes it just isn’t on top of my I-very-much-enjoy-doing list. Or am I just feeling this way because I still have my period? I dunno. Really.
Family-wise. I really shouldn’t be having any dilemmas at all for they already know the titanic stuff that’s been bothering me within the past weeks and my mom’s too much of a positive soul and it didn’t take days for her to get over it, get done with moping and go on with her mahjong. Her love is beyond amazing and her faith is astonishing. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve actually been for having been not completely honest with her all these months. Of the many advice that I’ve received from elders, one sharp one would have to be the thought that i got from Tita Rose who very much makes sense. We were discussing how I was doing with my life (not that I got pregnant or I’ve been in and out of prison, and not that I have anything against those people just that my parents have been expecting way too much from me and the way that I’ve been dealing with major life issues tend to really make them feel real sad, confused and disappointed —- they expect the best from me and I’ve been giving them nothing but mediocre results. Sad, I know. But what’s happy is I’m at least aware of it.:D) and she simply told me that it is a fact that my mom isn’t getting any younger. They’ve just about had it with all the drama that they’ve been dealing with for the past five decades of their lives and the least I could do, as a loving daughter would be to not add to the pain and hurting anymore. I hope that came out well. Ok. Two of my nieces arrived and as I am occupied with pouring my thoughts out (OMG. Pya-pya already knows how to read! She’s reading what I’m typing out loud! Haha!) I couldn’t give way to their desire of watching cartoons. King’s sleeping. Dad’s drunk..and hence, sleeping. Mom’s doing the light laundry (her new form of exercise) and Queenie’s out (UPCAT review). As much as I would love to be the very giving Auntie, I just told them to go around the house and do just about anything they want without causing any ruckus with the repercussion that no one’s gonna be 100% around to look out for them. Bebe decided to…ok. Why am I typing again? Ok. My I-wanna-do-drama drive is off. Pya-pya’s here and with the many questions that’s close to run me out of my wit. Drama drive totally went backseat. They’re presently entertained by the shortcut icons on my desktop. Good that Shamish arrived and distracted them from distracting me. But boohoo…drama’s all gone.:( Haha!:D
Ayayayayay…don’t we just all need time to calm down, sort our thoughts out and relax? Haha…a while ago I was feeling all bummed up and now I’m feeling all light and thankful. Bipolar much?O_O Ok, here goes Pya-pya again. apparently, I can never be free from her curious mind and perky queries.
Apparently, yesterday’s positive mantra didn’t do the trick. As much as I am quite TEH staunch believer of the fact that life indeed IZ beautiful, (global recession and swine flu counted) I yet again failed to do yoga. Didn’t even get to touch my borrowed Dartmouth grammar book. Ahay.:D
BUT, regardless of my failure in the attempt of becoming a more mature and well-rounded woman, I had fruit salad for breakfast and I think it made all the difference.:D I’m supposed to be sleeping already but my happy sentiments goes out to myself amidst the rather dreary bummed days that I’ve been having. I just finished taking a bath (MIRROR SUCCESFULLY INSTALLED, BTW!XD MOMMY IZ LOVE.:D) and I must say that it’s definitely on the Top 5 best-bath-I-ever-had list.
Ok. I shall continue. Must restart nao. Updates have been installed and…I feel kinda sleepy already.XD Haha.XD
My Tuesday, just like any other day, started real slow. Woke up at around 9am to a plurking sister and Menudo breakfast. Last night, apart from the rather embarrassing discovery concerning my gay guy crush and scary perky post upheaval, I also managed to put up a new mirror inside our main bathroom that turned out to be an epic failure. Bought it yesterday afternoon for Mommy opted to clear out the bathroom that sorta boosted me to install a more aesthetically soothing object in the bathroom. Hence, the mirror. Apparently, I’m quite the stupid buyer. Failed to check if there were actually decent hooks at the back of the mirror.
Perhaps it’s because: 1. It was a given. Why would I check such an obvious kid from the wombs of Mother Common Sense? Every bathroom wall mirrors are bound to have hooks, right? 2. I was in a rush —- it didn’t even enter my head. 3. I was thinking of all the wall mirrors that I’ve encountered in my short span of existence and they all had a decent hole-hook. 4. I’m not a good buyer.
Turned out that there actually were hooks, just that they were hopeless — by hopeless, we mean paperbound. Welcome to the third world! Haha! Add the fact that it rained real hard upon reaching home, deeming the hoooks officially useless.:) Mommy told me to let the issue rest for a while. But stupid me insisted on installing the mirror via the use of an old double-sided tape. Installed it well and felt like I was the greatest thing that ever happened on Earth. But minutes after installing, as I devour my daily dose of local soap operas, the rest of the family heard a bitchy sound of a mirror that tastefully shattered itself. The sound was scary yet pulsating. (Now I think there’s really some sense behind shops that earn from people paying for the sheer delight of legally throwing plates and glasswares on a certain wall or a room. The sound is VERY intoxicating — orgasmic even!) That was MY mirror. Case is, it would’ve been just fine if it fell on some place else, but it fell on the very tiles of the very bathroom where all of us happen to use in barefoot. The tiles having TEH economic and ecologic crazy-cut style. It was heartbreaking and “headaching”. I didn’t know where to start. But my traumatized fingers survived to tell the tale. Failed to do an intensive clean-up so the notice proved beneficial for the rest of the night.
Luckily, I have a Mom with happy househelpers —- woke up to bathroom floors brimming with safety.
Recession abound and everything swine flu — why am I babbling over shattered mirrors?
Life’s been sadly mediocre ever so lately and I’ve just about had it. Tommorow’s a pretty day. I will read my Dartmouth grammar book and do yoga.
I’m taking it one step at a time.
And oh, today I had loads of Pork Liempo, Fruit Salad and fresh Bananas.
Finally free from keeping issues from my parents, confused and dazed as to what’s gonna happen next, I ended up tinkering with my blog’s visitor stats and I still don’t quite know how I’m suppose to feel about “IT”. Oh perky stupid spirit.:D
I love Sitemeter for it gives me this pretty happy feeling of affirmation. Affirmation of the fact that though I haven’t been ever-out of the country, my thoughts still reach people beyond its bounds. I of course do not take all the credit — people primarily reach my blog via Google’s “pimping aunt” qualities. We do all love our aunts but sometimes, sometimes, help just ain’t really needed every time it’s given.:D Same goes with my love for Google (KUDOS for the Samuel Morse tribute!)
So there, to cut the story short, back in 2006, I had this mini (and by mini we mean it didn’t last for more than a week) major (and by major we could just refer on the quoted note) crush on some guy whose name I won’t mention anymore for he might get bored again and might end up visiting my page once more.
Oh how embarrasing and flustering to have found out that he actually posted a note quoting every single word with an actual link directing people straight to my blog.O_O
*Hurrah for site traffic! Booz for the major unintended exposure of my insanity…O_O*
Google your name and you’ll be surprised.
Sunday, February 8, 2009 at 7:09pm
Yes I couldn’t sleep one night so i googled my name _______ and I found this:
i crush (name of guy)!!!*yey!* haha….he became my slight but ultra object of affection just yesterday night!! +D *yey!* thursday, around 6:30 pm, while surfing my friend’s page!! +D *yey!* i soooooo like him!!! hahaha…so like him that the instance that i had my load, i texted (thanx to Globe Unlimitext and thanx to my NOKIA Send to many feature…haha) everybody my ever-teenybopperish-message! i crush (name of guy)!!*yey* haha…well, such a sigh that he’s taken…he’s got a boyfriend…yeah…he’s bi..*sorry for he’s taken and sorry for i’m against the whole population* grr…haha…i was so crazy last night that i even told fhaen9(my-ever-fabuloso-source-of-info-that-i-soooo-envy- for-he-gets-to-see-andy-like-everyday) that i was very willing to give him my virginity!! hahaha…OF COURSE I WAS JUST KIDDING!!! but jokes are half-meant…haha..so, go figure!! char!! nadah…haha…(“hello, sister madel?! si aCe po…opo, ..opo, ..opo,..ok po.. opo..sige po..”) I AM KIDDING!! haha…so there…i like him, like hell! haha…but that’s just all there is to it, he’s taken (alll the decent guys are, you see, if any girl by chance finds a “worth it” guy, that guy’d probably either be taken or gay…so, in his case…he’s both! haha) anyhow, there’s no chance in this lifetime that i’ll approach him, make a move, or do anything that’d could possibly make our paths cross for , for me, it’s just like that…i’m just happy, simply happy that he’s there, he serves as an inspiration for unsolicited heart perspiration, and he’s gay. haha..the moment that he finds out that i exist and all, all these, will probably be null and invalid in my life’s moments list. *yey!*
Its hilarious really. click DIARY on the right panel. you cannot click the word ‘diary’ it self. You must click the Heart or whatever Icon.
Oh me and my 19-year-old insanity. Haha. Opted earlier to deny more people of seeing the post but eventually changed my mind for yes, I now am slightly mature when it comes to owning up to my “mistakes” and I was never really the KJ type so yeah, people can go crazy reading that post anytime. And it’s not like I offended him or anything —- I sure hope that I didn’t…. for now that I’ve mentioned it, I’m actually considering the act of messaging him and actually saying sorry…O_O
Nah…he didn’t. I think the note was done in good spirit in the name of pure bored vanity. So, it’s all good.;)
Oh the power of the inturnetz. And yes, I’m three years older and I still find him good looking. Oh the troubles of crushing on gay guys.
And so I changed my theme days ago and decided to yet again provide myself a good form of therapy….
As much as I would really love to make my blog a “decent” one, given that I’ve been reading past posts and I’m only two pathetic posts away from moving all my posts to LJ (privacy option and all) —- all shameful & catasthropic grammar errors plus stupid-shallow-vain posts, I choose to stay. Haha! Everything that I was and every single fruity thing that I did in the past lead me to the slightly better person that I’ve become today and I don’t and won’t want to take that away. Chug it in and just keep it to shameful myself? All the internal conflicting shame and frustration. Oh noes. I won’t do that. Haha! Sharing can be fun! And I seriously need to cover my love for the use of smileys. *Covered. Canceled 5 smileys.*
I can’t actually believe that it’s only been a day or two since my last post! Amazing!
I shall return. Need to compose myself first. And I’ve yet to take a bath.
yes. i am finally figuring out my resume and and totally considering to strart living TEH adult life. slept and woke up and i again feel like changing my tumblr theme. when will i ever find one that rightly fits mine.:)
“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”—Dr. Seuss