the story of the one who was left behind

This is not the first time that i admitted i have been missing an awful lot of actions lately. Well, blame it to the poor academic standing, SA work, family responsibilities and personal routines. I have been left way,way behind in all the news, worthy or not, i rarely see my friends/orgmates, i have been neglecting the readings screaming their lungs out for me to take a look at them and for the nth time, I flunked the M subject. Enough. It's another story to tell that I am not going to share in the near future.

OK. Back to the topic. And so in this way, what i really wanted to say is that even if most of the times I am the closest thing to being a holy ghost, kj, busybee,penniless, etc., my thoughts are with you guys (naks sa drama ampoohtek!). Hindi madaling mapag-iwanan and i guess that's gotta be one of the worst feelings in the world. But then, we all have our reasons, so are you. So, adding to the fact that my thoughts are with you nga (haha!),my sympathies (tama ba spelling ko?!) are of course, with you!Syempre, mga kaibigan ko kayo at mahal ko kayo kahit na hindi ko na memorize mga schedule nyo at wala na kong track of records ng latest crushes and kalokohans nyo. :)

So, sa lahat ng dumaranas ng paghihirap maging ito man ay tungkol sa exams, papers, meeting deadlines, lovelifes, thesis, pimples, dementia, families, mean girls, mean boys, friendships, foodies, body system, celestial impacts or world peace...si mariela ay si mariela. one text/email/call away lang. do remember that. As for my perpetual absence in almost everything, you can do the deductions (cos i'm no way good at it!) And oh, i still love Ping Medina. He's the closest thing that i could picture beside the word adoration. Tsktsk. Talk about dementia.

UPX Christmas Caroling pictures: the late edition

Power-grab-books: The ooh-la-la Edition

Last week, a friend called me in our house, since she cannot reach me through my phone to tell me this amazing news again that made me wanna go jump around in circles. It’s a Powerbooks sale! It only shows how much she knows about me when it comes to books and book sales for that. I really wanted to scream because of joy of the news that she brought me but of course, I obviously cannot do that. If you may remember, when NBS had their own warehouse sale, I wasn’t able to make it, first: because it was held on a weekend and second: it was such a short notice. So she ended up buying the books I really wanted. Goodie! It was such a catch that I swore, I wouldn’t let this Powerbooks sale pass up. So, I went there last Monday (I cut my duty short because of this!) to see for myself what wonders a sale can give me this time. Indeed, it was such catch that I had a hard time picking up the right books and the books that I really wanted. Although, it was a bit disappointing because of the fact that the books I am dying to have are only 20% off. Tough luck. It was still expensive for that matter so I contented myself by fishing other good books in the really “bagsak presyo” part. And here’s my purchase:

1) Man Camp by Adrienne Brodeur. Hardbound. Original price: PhP 1075.00 , bought it for PhP 79.00
2) Carlottas Kittens and the Club of Mysteries by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. Hardbound. OP- PhP 759, bought it for PhP 39.00
3) Like Water in Wild Places by Pamela Jooste. Paperback. OP-PhP 519.00, got it for PhP 49.00
4) Angel’s Crest by Leslie Schwartz. Paperback. OP- PhP 569.00, got this for PhP 49.00 also.
5) Trick of the Mind by Judy Waite. Hardbound. OP-PhP 689.00, got this for PhP 49.00 too!

All in all, the total cost should have been PhP 3611.00! My golly! You wouldn’t caught me buying things with that price. But I got everything of those for only 265-freaking-pesos! And this are all BRAND NEW books (I even got mine still in plastics!). Definitely I’ll come back because I still have my eye on that HP6 they are selling for 499 only and Anthony Kiedis’ Scar Tissue (I’m still raising the money..haha!)

Girl, Interrupted

Last night, I had this weird dream. I know it's really lame but trust me when I say this: I never dreamed of a crush before. You know the drill. I do not fantasize about guys in my dream. I dunno why. It has been that way ever since or I just probably have forgotten it by the time I woke up. Anyway, i dreamed that ____ is my boyfriend. ( i don't wanna mention the name because I'm sure anyone who's gonna read this will probably laughed their way out into the bathroom. if you do want to know who he was, you can email me. haha!) Honestly, i was not bragging or anything about him being my boyfriend (of all the people!). I'm pretty sure that what I felt during those times was not "pagyayabang" or what. The more appropriate word would be contented.happy. Sorry if this seems really vivid, i don't know why I remembered every detail of it! All I know is that i was very happy about it.

But wait. Here comes the analytical part. When I woke up and have digested everything about the stupid and weird dream, i started to think that what my dream is trying to tell me is not the obvious part. Forget about the guy being my boyfriend!! It will NEVER happen in a billion years, that i know for sure. Rather it's about the unseen part. The part that you actually figure out after it happened. My own interpretation of that dream is that this idea have actually been lying somewhere deep of my consciousness. I just never had the guts to acknowledge and thought of it in a different method. Because i never thought of myself as someone's future "significant other", I never realized what I'm capable of. I never thought of what I could be and do for someone else. I know i have a looonngg way to go and i never denied that fact, but sometimes, sometimes i wonder what I could be if I ever do get that chance someday.

The bottom line is(in case you did not see that coming c:), no matter how stupid and lame i might sound, i realized that I was just doing fine handling him. I hope that this could not be a way to get any wrong ideas about me. It was just a dream for cripes sake and i could be wrong for all i know. It was just nice knowing that i did not look at it in the obvious way, because if i did, i am probably dancing my way to school everyday! haha. Hey, just a thought. I see no bad in it, after all it's just a dream.

Never Gone

Two weeks ago, i noticed that i was missing my ID. Freaking mother of Eve, it's my ID! It's not something i lose because i've never lost it before in my entire UP life. But apparently I did. After turning my things inside out and still not finding any beaten ID,i just stopped looking for it. The problem with me is I have this ongoing memory-recalling-incapabilities (whut??).Whatever. Sometimes i forget things that i have just seen or heard, thank goodness this does not always happen or else I'm in for very bad things to come.

But I gotta cut the crap now because I never enjoyed the subject of dwelling on things I lost. Because I never lost it in the first place. Or something like that. A few hours ago, a classmate asked me if i have lost my ID and of course i answered yes. He told me that i left it in PopI lab. And then everything came back to me. Darn, darn. See? Me and my failing memory. I was so happy i probably have shooked the guy harder than I intended to do. Oh well. Happiness!!!