Happy birthday to me! Now what? Nothing so-special happened today. Just treated myself to a meal at Jollibee. The spa plan I intended for today didn't happen, but it's no big deal. I can have it any other time, just not today. I'm currently on a financial crisis and though I have so much I want to happen for my birthday, I just can't. I wanted to have a little party just like last year, and even rent a videoke, and band instruments for a night of pure chilling and music but I'll have to save that for another year; It may not be next year, or the year after that, or not even five years from now but I will make it happen... Someday.
Pacquiao won last Sunday and I just knew it. I just didn't expect it to reach until Round 12. Go, Pacman! Time to kick Morales and his terrible a**. Wahaha! Last Saturday we went to Val's place for his cousin's slash godchild's birthday. Good food, I say! We also had our usual bonding moment with a guitar, cellphones, stories, and teasing. I'm gonna miss those guys when they graduate next year. Aww..
Defending a system is not so much of a problem this semester, but one thing is. How on earth am I going to survive Physics? All the Math it requires is beyond my understanding. I'm dumb at Math, and even if I remember anything it would be all random and not so synchronized so no matter what I know, nothing will make sense. Hurrr.. I trying hard to think positive, convincing myself to believe I deserve a 60 for the Finals. It's actually just the Prelims and that is where all the Math horror happens since it's written in the map called syllabus that we have to "recall" our past math lessons. Darn Mathematics! Darn that syllabus! Darn that professor. Okay, forgive me. I do not doubt that he's bright I just think he sucks at teaching. The exams are coming two weeks from now and I do hope that he puts a lot of Identification, Enumeration, Matching type, and True or False because by far, that's all I can manage. Awdy-aw-aw! Harsh!
I love blog quizzes. Dang! They can give you accurate answers no matter how random they are. Prrrt! Ahlavet! There was supposed to be a a blogquiz above this but the codes are very erratic so I'd edit tomorrow and post it. Ayusin nyo code nyo, hah!?
I had so much to write when I came home this afternoon specially that driver of the jeepney I rode on my way home. He cursed and threatened the passengers because of only one. He blabbered, murmured, as if evoking something from somewhere, kept saying the world Diablo. What the heck was that? I'm not sure who's mistake it was but he sure is maangas. That one passenger apparently asked for change when he already gave the change. From the beginning of the trip, he's already mad at the barker carrying a stick, and some more things he came across the road. Heck! I think I remember that driver. I remember having rode his jeep some time last year, and he was furious at the traffic enforcer who shooed him where he was supposed to pick up his passenger. He cursed, hobby?, and sped up the drive as if he crazed and wanted to hit anything that crosses his path. He sure is grumpy. What's up with that? Ah, who cares?! Bless him. Period.
Someone I know lied. She said she's coming out of something, I bought this little something, checked it out a couple of times and never found her there. Harsh! She didn't actually tell it to me, but she told someone else who told me. I knew she was lying but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She even used the story I told her about someone's , who goes by the same name as her, fate and she eventually used to decieve that someone who told me her secret. That's why she, the liar, didn't want her, the person who told me, to tell me because she know that I know that story since I was the one who shared that to her. Her schemes can be pretty dumb. Tsk, tsk. Look how insecurity can pull us all lower than we already are. No, I'm not dissing her. I just don't like what she's been doing. Why can't she, just for once, be herself. I wish her well na lang. My thought, that she can't read but even if she did, can't and won't move her unless she really wants to change. Oh, well..
That "band" thing is still haunting me no matter how I deny it, and tell myself I don't want to come back anymore. Actually I don't, I want to make a new band. A versatile one, a.. Oh, enough of this. I would be a band former member if I keep telling things behind their backs, or broadcasting it worldwide when they cannot even read about it. Sorry. They are my friends. Oh, well.. Speaking of worldwide, I've been getting hits from Europe, East Asia, and a lot from US. I'm nowhere near a hundred yet but, hey, as long as I know someone's reading my blog or just visiting, I'm A-OK with that. Thank you, one and all.
I've already uploaded almost all of the pictures of Cogie that I kept in diskettes all these years but sadly, it's not everything. It's just ALMOST ALL. There are casualties and I hate it! That's the closest I can get to him since we haven't met yer, and after taking a hell of care for it for a longest time that I cared for something in my entire life, including BSB stuffs, it would end up with NO ID ADDRESS MARK FOUND ON THE DISK Chuva! Bummer! Kainis! Anyway, I will start making the website I'm dedicating to Cogie after this semester. maybe by that time, I will have known enough to make it look like something professional. We all have something that we care so much about and he's one of those things that I care for sooooo much. My words are so FANATIC but they are actually of love. I'm wishing the same thing all over again, I wish he knew I existed. How I used to stay up just to catch up to his tv guestings, how I would tirelessly watch his movie whenever they air it on tv, how I stole his pictures from the library magazine when I was in highschool. Awww.. I know that stealing is bad but that's the only way I can have him, and talk to him, and touch him, even if it were only pictures. Obsessed? No way, this is my way of loving. And he's a star, and how do you actually reach for a star? Use a telescope to see him closer, get a constellation map to see where he exactly is, and board a spaceship and fly into the heavens to be where he is. It may take lightyears but it'll be worth the wait. Get what I'm saying? Haay, life!
I gotta go now. Gotta take a bath, and sleep after. I don't wanna wake up and spend all day with runny nose again. That just darn sucks, when you have to wipe mucus every now and then while feeling that tickly sensation that crawls into down and out of your nostrils. Wehehe! Nyt, everyone!
