PICS! Well, a few...

A couple (literally) of pics from Nin's debut.


Two high school batchmates (the guys), Claine, Janine and Ceres.


Move over, Dawson's Creek. Hehe. Clockwise starting from the top: Vilma, Jamie, Janine, Ceres, Maki, me and Claine.

Might upload more soon. Might.

pre-Xmas Eve whining

[listening to] Bright Lights - Billy Crawford (who looks like Kawabata and is all ghetto-ey now)

It's nice when the people you've texted Christmas greetings reply. Even if they use another number --- why, I wonder? Could it be that you are so insignificant that they can't be bothered to waste a precious peso for you or is it because they're nice enough to reply despite their loadlessness? Anyway, I digress.

I AM SO ANNOYED WITH YOU, ___. All I wanted was a bloody acknowledgement of my existence with a Christmas text, but NOOOO. You message my friends, but not me. Yes, I understand you've known them longer. But I have pined after you ever since I first saw you that fateful day in Red Ribbon SMNE. I am so utterly infatuated with you. I even have your freaking graduation picture on my ceiling, so it's the last thing I see before I go to bed. Would it kill you to even just reply?!? After all, what was the use of you getting my number?

I shall try my very best to pretend you do not exist the next time I see you. Hah. And if you don't greet me on my birthday...well, we'll see.T_T

OK, that was totally immature, but I really really wanted to get even just a text from him. Muy pathetico, ayt?:(

Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you're feeling the Xmas spirit, 'cause I sure ain't. It was fun helping out with the cooking though. YES, I cooked.:P

Now for the random quiz:

How to make a pat

Ingredients: 1 part jealousy 3 parts crazyiness 3 parts empathy

Method: Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of caring and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

This is scary. It is so me.O_o

it's over.

[listening to] "SUVs of the Future" ...don't ask.

Engineering Week 2004 is officially over. We got 2nd place. No props to those who guess who the EWOC is.:P

But we got to be champ in a certain trivia contest.:D I hate to say this, but all the WW2 stuff my dad keeps spouting actually is helpful. We didn't exactly get to answer the questions, but in the back of my mind I knew the answer.

Congratulations to Dochin on the birth of his child. I hope the kid is cute and healthy.;P

EDIT: Because it is early morning, and I am feeling sentimental. No, this doesn't refer to The Dude, but to another (more hopeless) yearning.

I like you so much more now. Thanks to my snooping, and getting to spend more time with you due to certain activities, I think I have a better picture of who you are. You're someone with principles. You're funny, smart, creative, nice, levelheaded, and quirky. In many ways I idolize you. And maybe that, somehow, translates to me liking you. I want to get to talk to you, have a real conversation. I don't know if that will ever happen, thanks to my extreme lack of sense around guys I like, but when it does, I will memorize every detail: what we talked about, how your profile looked, the way you smiled. I will never forget what it felt like when you held my hand. Even if it was nothing but a joke.

Thank you for being who you are, and making me happy, though you have no clue just how much you do that for me.

[listening to] Kirei Da - w~inds.

Felt quite guilty with enjoying the long weekend when Yoyong devastated the rest of the country. Especially since CNN and BBC kept flashing those images of people on the roofs of their houses, corpses, the jampacked evacuation centers.

But life goes on. School, and its requirements, have been merely delayed.

Man, I can't believe I'm thinking in terms of school stuff again. This is no way to live. I mean academics ARE important, but so are countless other things.:D

On a side note, I'm currently reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon. I've just started on it. So far, so good. The style reminds me of The Catcher in the Rye (yeah, Holden ^^). It's told in the first-person point of view. While many other books do this, few actually immerse you in the narrator, or make you feel like you really understand this person. I suck at explaining, but that's it is for me.

I cannot put into words how good it is to be reading a 'new' book. You can only re-read Agatha Christie books so much. I mean, I love Hercule Poirot and all. But let's face it, these books aren't that exciting to begin with. Why do I even want to re-read them, when I already know who the criminal is (unless I've forgotten since I've read it ages ago)?

Anyway. The Dude texted last night --- wait, yesterday, seeing how it's past 2 am. First he sent some pa-cute quote to which I had the good sense not to reply to with a similar quote. I have, after all, vowed to stop obssessing about him, although he pops up in my thoughts with alarming frequency, and everytime the jeepney I am in passes by his org's tambayan I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of his presence/non-presence. Then he texts that he's sorry he hasn't texted in a long time, implying that he is somewhat obliged to text me, which he isn't. And he's always so nice and smiley, you know? Even in text. I wish he could be a bad-ass once in a while. Like that has a chance of happening, hahaha. So I asked him if he was going to *the party*, blah blah blah.

The end result: We shall be having lunch tomorrow (oops, later) with him because my friend will be giving him the invitation to *the party*. So I'm thinking -- bugoy or girly? Cause it takes so much effort to look hot (well, just pretty in my case...) especially when you're still awake past 2 am and have to get up at 5 am.

OK will sleep now.