August 18, 2012


Sore, but still Shopping on a Saturday.

Thanking the Lord that the long weekend finally started! After the day-after-day suspensions of class the previous week, coping with this week's classes has been completely hell. The hardest part of it besides the shitload of requirements needed to be submitted, oral presentations that needed to be delivered, and long delayed tests that needed to be answered, was the part when I had to pull myself out of bed after literally just going to bed. I just realized now that my tweet was total bull.. "complaining about sleep deprivation when I was the one to succumb to the different means of procrastination"  when to think all I've done that week was school work. 

$(1): SORE. I've never been this sore since cheer dancing practice last intramurals season. I never knew doing a little Zumba exercise for a fundraising event of my batch can make me this sore. 
$(2): SHOPPING. It's about time that I went shopping again. Thanks to my grandma and mother (and the month of August). Also for being exposed to how fabulously expensive it is to keep a good look when you're  older - my 76 year old grandma's "daily" regime included  LancĂ´me, Clinique, Acca Kappa, Chanel etc... (See it for yourself:
$(3): I could say its for Saturday - and how it was unusual for us today to break a Saturday routine.

A$$ is for all the little asswholes in this world. Can't say much because I don't know shit. 

August 11, 2012

Snazzy Sweet Sixteen Surprise

There are only two normal reactions when you know your birthday is approaching; You either resent it, or  feverishly await for its coming. But in my case, I don't really know how to categorize how I felt about the whole affair. Well, (1) I was undeniably excited to turn yet another year older, (2) the heartwarming feeling of realizing that your friends actually took time to do something for you, (3) the priceless feeling of having the advantage to play with everyone's heads after figuring out that my family actually had planned me a surprise luau, and (4) the stress you feel after being told about this party - which by the way, I would have preferred to not know about knowing how nervous I get when I know I'll be hosting an event. But despite all the little heart wrenching instances, slip outs, and frantic worrying, it was a great birthday.