rain, go away

the weather is so crazy right now. i want to hide under my blankets and hibernate until it's over. i had the day all planned out-- sleep sleep and more sleep! sleeping is best for weather like this. but my mother dragged me out of the bed with her playful voice and a hug before lunchtime. i felt like a little girl but then again, she always does that.

i'm at the outer living room where there are humongous windows in place of walls. i can see the outside behind the flimsy curtains. the trees are swaying aggressively-- swish, swosh, swish, swosh.

at least we still have electricity and dsl. cable is temporarily down.

for once in my life i want the typhoon to go away because i have better things to do. hey you, come back another day. :(

trivia: did you know that the Philippines is one of the most badly hit by man-made and natural calamities? it's sad. i thought it was Bangladesh. and this storm Milenyo is the worst typhoon in twenty years to hit the country. this summer there's El Nino and who knows what's going to happen next year. it's not that i'm anticipating it. i'm dreading it.

i have a month to write a kick-ass essay for some kick-ass reason. i'm researching and taking necessary steps to write a good essay but i'm still dumbfounded by how to actually start. maybe after midnight because i think and write better during ungodly hours. i have little confidence but i will be the biggest loser to not give it a shot. i really want this.

i am seriously hoping that the astrological assumption that what Leos want, Leos get is true.

every second counts!

i'm not into the UAAP hype lately because:

1. UP lost to UST at the cheerdance competition. again.
2. UP isn't too big in basketball.

there's always next year and i'm still rooting for Unibersidad ng Pilipinas, of course!

but this, i like:

To realize the value of one year, ask a student who failed a grade. To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby. To realize the value of one week, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. To realize the value of one minute, ask a person who just missed the train. To realize the value of one second, ask UST (University of Santo Tomas) coach Pido Arencio and the UST Tigers who lost a game to Ateneo. Treasure every moment! Don't just read, reflect on it and share.

it's from a UST friend. he just pasted it, fyi. :) so credit goes to whoever wrote it.

but really, ang galing ng ateneo. like WOWWW! my dad couldn't stop ranting about it and i saw the replay on tv last sunday. talk about divine intervention! that game shall go down in UAAP history for as long as it lives. the second that lost UST the game.

speaking of Divine Intervention, i remember there was a time in class when we were playing the usual "last one standing" recitation/game. basically, it goes like this: everyone in class stands up. professor asks questions about current events, the philippine global economy, or anything economics related. once a student answers a question, he is allowed to sit down. last one standing suffers grave consequences (deductions from the grade or special projects, i think... i'm not sure). so this classmate answered an unbelievable question about the hometown of a political figure. he was able to answer it correctly and by dumbluck, he couldn't figure out how he knew. so when the professor asked him if he really knew the answer (because he was surprised too), classmate said he didn't. but how did you know?, the professor asked. classmate smiled sheepishly, "er, by Divine Intervention?" HAHA! that really made me laugh.

sunday, i'm in love

i'm going blind. kidding. it's just that my eyes hurt. you see, i started wearing my glasses everyday the past few days because i can see way better when i'm wearing them. yeah. i know. that's precisely the reason why they were created, right? but the reason why i don't like wearing my glasses is because the minute i start wearing them, i can't NOT wear them anymore. so the more i wear them, the more i cannot see without them. leaving my glasses behind at home has the same effect as leaving my celphone behind (not because i'm attached to it that way but because alej hates it when i'm out of reach).

i refuse to wear contact lenses because i'm a scatterbrain. i'll probably forget where i left the lenses or forget to take them off. i hate the amount of effort one has to pour just to wear and then take off those lenses. and then there's the cleaning part and the dry-eyes part where you have to drop solution into each of the eyes. see? that's why contact lenses are not an option. so yeah, will stick to glasses for now.

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saturday, i went to the mall with my parents because they went grocery shopping. and then when we came home alej was already waiting for me. he accidentally banged his head against the door lock when he opened the door and picked up little Ala. it was a cut more than two inches long and we had to press cotton swabs with alcohol on it. pretty scary. good thing it wasn't too deep so it doesn't need stitches.

i went to see Step Up with alej and his family (his mom, sister, nana, and tito greg) at g4 after dinner. i loved the movieee! bea texted me yesterday and recommended me to watch it. actually, alej and i have been planning to watch it since we first saw the trailer. i wasn't disappointed at all. i love the soundtrack too because i love the orchestral accompaniment to some of the R&B tracks.

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aren't you thankful for the internet? this evening my mother was rummaging the cupboards and bookshelves for the box of her glucometer (glucose meter). it's a device where you pinch your finger with a ballpenlike thing with a lancet in it. you pinch your finger for the blood to come out and then drop it on the strip and then the glucometer will calculate the blood sugar. you see, my mother's diabetic. she needs to keep track of her glucose level everyday. we had the battery of the tiny machine replaced because it ran out and the glucometer reset by itself. we had to set it to the right settings but her manual was missing. so where to turn to? THE INTERNET! i was able to download an online manual in PDF format and voila! after reading the manual, we were able to get the tiny glucometer to start working again.

she was already getting fidgety because she hasn't checked her glucose level in a while since the battery ran out. we had to look at various shops for the special type of battery and guess where we found the same kind? at Kameraworld! :P

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i love sundays. sundays usually consist of mass in the morning, lunch out, strolling at the mall, and then home.

lazy sundays consist of mass in the morning, lunch at home, t.v. in the afternoon (this is just me), merienda by mama's baking/cooking, and then dinner.

sunday is family day. family day is what i look forward to every week because i love my family and i love spending time with them. i have a quirky father, a very makulit mother, and a sister that i share the save wavelength with now that i've matured-- at least i think i have. today she painted my toe nails with blood red nail polish. and all three of us Limcumpao girls had a fun time fitting and picking out shoes. girls love shoes so we were happy ladies with a full tummy, a big fat heart brimming with family love, and pretty shoes.

i have incoherent thoughts right now. i hope you had a great weekend because i sure did. :)

thank goodness, it's finally friday! erm, not that i was waiting that long for friday because i woke up this morning and said "wow! friday again?" inside my head. yes, i do talk to myself. i sometimes imagine that i'm writing about something really random and then when i finally have the chance to sit in front of a computer, i forget all about it. crazy, huh? but seriously, how fast can time fly by? next thing i know, it's going to be summer again! and then... whee! another life of this little girl will unfold.

my eyes are groggy from watching too much tv. Prison Break (season 1) and Lost (season 2), in particular. and i dragged my poor boyfriend into crazy fandom over Prison Break. he's even more addicted to it than i am. i can go days without watching ALL of the episodes. and alej? he wants to finish it in one sitting! no can't do, of course. i wouldn't let him bring my dvd with him whenever he goes home. HAHAHA! i even lent him Lost (season 1) and i'm hoping he'll get into it too like a devil who's brain washing a little boy. okay, i'm not a devil. but i'm still a "brainwasher".

i'm tired and sleepy. but LOST awaits. so goodbye. sorry, blog. i found something "new" to do. :)

i'm bored. i just finished watching the season 1 of Lost. i love it and i can't wait to get the second season because i am that hooked. just like with Veronica Mars. i got hooked the first time i watched Lost but faithful to its title, you can never follow what's going on with that show if you don't religiously watch it week after week on AXN. this, my friends, i can't do. i can't seem to follow a show and stick to the every-week routine so i always end up buying the whole season and indulging myself to a non-stop marathon. i did that this weekend-- watch until my eyes are strained and i'm too groggy to continue watching more. my sister got hooked too because the last couple of episodes, she watched with me.

and it's sad because i'm done with the first season. i'm so intrigued by what season two has to offer. bahhh. i hate this. i can't go back to reading my Murakami book because my eyes are strained from being glued to the tv the whole day-- except for eating, taking a shower, and going to mass.

it's september. need to fix that lunch thing with college friends but it's not until the 23rd. or is it the 24th? mmm...

aside from the Lost marathon i had with me, myself, and i, i felt rather PMSy this weekend. i felt fat. i felt sad. i felt moody. i always crave for something-- chocolates, cookies n' cream ice cream, and spanish rolls. blehh. i blame PMS for my temporary depression. i blame it for making me think that the more we grow older, the harder it is to be happy. it's like when i was younger, ice cream or candy will make me happy whenever i'm sad. but now that i'm twenty one, the little things that struck the happy lining somewhere is gone-- it sunk deeper and deeper into that dark hole inside my head where i allow all the unhappy thoughts to swim. and it's sad. i don't even want to go there. but on days when i want to fast forward and play that Simple Plan song "Wake Me Up When September Ends" inside my head (because that's what i really want right now), i end up swimming into that dark hole and i'm afraid the rest of my sing-song happy self will drown in it.

i want to be rescued. i know i need to be. but something tells me no one can because there is only me who can help myself if i sink too deep.

anniversary, books, and movies

last friday was our anniversary. wheee! :) one year went by so fast. haha. that's queso for you. he gave me a big bouquet of sweet smelling flowers and a big sketched portrait of me. wow. gifted child! seriously. and then on saturday we had lunch and coffee at tagaytay. it rained so hard that day and it was chilly too. but all was fine. the meal too because we had lunch at Fire Grill.

when alej and i drove back to Manila we went straight to the World Trade Center for the annual book fair. i didn't think there would be that much people but i was surprised to see how many people came. yes, i am a book fair virgin. after going around for so many times i was able to buy Haruki Murakami's Dance Dance Dance and Jessica Zafra's Twisted 7. i wanted to hoard more books just so i could lock myself in a room and not come out after i've devoured each of them. but the real world awaits and in the real world, there are such things as "responsibilities" and "priorities" that we have to consider. so daunty tasks come first before idley lying on the couch all day with a good book in hand. there were books by Filipino authors such as Walden Bello but ended up not getting. one of these days i will find my old self and splurge on a good (but pricey) non-fiction book that is related to political economy.

after the book fair, alej and i watched The Devil Wears Prada at the Mall of Asia. i loved the movie! maybe because Ann Hathaway's character remind me so much of myself. geeky, gawky, and perky minus the smart part. i am well-driven, though. i loved the movie because writing for a magazine is one of the things i aspire to do even if it's freelance. but never will i write for a fashion magazine because i think i can see the picture which the movie painted very well for me-- i will be ridiculed for my plain-Jane fashion sense. after that, we met up with alej's friends right away to watch Little Man which was really hilarious. and you know me, great movies make my day.

even if it was late, my great day didn't end there because we all headed for Pier One just to hang out. i had a beer (yes, just one) and a great time with alej's friends. they're really nice. i wouldn't be forced to tag along in one of these group things if it weren't for being comfortable hanging out this crowd. i am a sociable person but when i don't feel like it, i'd rather stay home and stare at the ceiling than be sociable with strangers that i don't feel like hanging out with. so we were just talking and having a great time when i realized how late it was. yes, i got in trouble for coming home late and i have to suffer the consequences. or maybe diplomacy is the key--- talk with the Mother so that the curfew will be moved to a considerable lateness. HAHA! seriously, i think i'm the only 21 year old with a 10 o'clock curfew. it used to be midnight (which is why alej calls me his "cinderella") and now it's moved to 10. que horror! high school girls have better curfews than i do!

so yes, it was a great weekend minus the getting-in-trouble-with-mother part. i love weekends. :)

i am in love again

i am in love-- not with my boyfriend but with someone else. i am in-love with Haruki Murakami. i've never felt this way over an author before save for the last few favorite authors in my past. yes, books and i-- we have love stories. Murakami's writing makes my spirit go giddy in excitement each time i read the sentences he has strung together into a novel.

i was drawn to Murakami right away. Dance Dance Dance is my first novel by him and i am enchanted by his play of words. he narrates the novel with the gift of a poet, making the book a pageturner. he related his story to the contemporary capitalist issues Japan is facing which makes it all the more interesting. he writes the poetry i cannot write, he writes in such a way that no one else can. Murakami is truely a new-found favorite author.

aside from the writing, the cover art of the latest editions of the Murakami books are so cool. i don't know about you but i love cover art of books. Murakami's books are my favorites-- they have an immaculate white background over bold letters and a single word with calligraphy. my Dance Dance Dance copy is immaculately white and it pains me to see a few creases on the cover by my pageturning. i must cover this right away before it drives me crazy. i hate dirty book covers and creases.