lucas: kumusta wushu?
jacqui: ok lang. wushu pa rin.
lucas: christmas na dun?
jacqui: hindi pa. busy ata sa asian games.
lucas: so hindi pa kayo puwede kumanta ng, "we wushu a merry christmas, we wushu a merry christmas…"
so much more patok than last year’s "we wish you amerikano"
i’m major olats now coz i don’t have internet since our phone’s sira. i’m at ana’s house right now. agreed to go here, despite my busy sked -acheche!-, coz she bribed me with pesto that turned into corn on the cob, and i just had to jump at the chance to get to check my mail. so now i’m still waiting for her to get ready, as usual, and we’re gonna be late, as usual, but it’s all good.
have so much stuff to say but i gotta go. sus waay kaso jac, sila ang kabahan, smile ka lang.
About Me:
trying hard to be mabait; unfriendly and anti-social; always sleepy, always tired, always hungry; doesn’t like attention but hates being taken for granted, hates when people assume - i hate when others speak or decide for me and include me in an "us" or "we"; hates having to deal with people who are noisy and don’t listen; thinks intrigeros and inggiteros and pakelameros should all go to hell; i super hate having to explain myself! and that includes explaining my beliefs, my decisions, my jokes, the things i write in my blog… i mean can’t you just read it??? there’s a reason why it’s obscure; would rather hug than be hugged; would rather die than ask - for help, for favors, for boys to be honest and clear-cut…
i’m probably just in a bad mood. i’m not usually this negative. i like and love a lot of things, too, like… i love receiving food as gifts!!! give me icecream on my birthday, ham for christmas, candy as pasalubong! mainly i just like food. specially free food. free food isn’t fattening.
nov 6 ‘06
i once asked a friend why nothing ever happened between her and this guy whom i was convinced she should end up with. they’re the best of friends, they love the same things, hate the same things, they’ve always been there for each other, and they’re just great together. plus he’s obviously totally in love with her. as a response to my question she shrugged, and then smiled and gave me an indirect yet perfect answer: "i’m his unicorn."
craaazy. but i would like to believe i am someone’s untouchable unicorn, too.
it’s raining outside but the sun is shining and spilling into our front door and onto constantine sleeping on the floor. i’m listening to k’s choice and other rockstar supernova selects while downloading eu migration policy articles through google scholar. click related articles. click web search. click view as html. let the good times roll.
i believe my unicorn is here. tremendous. no sleeping before 12mn.
alone time is precious and fun - but only when you know that tonight you’re having dinner with your family and tomorrow you’re gary-bashing with friends.
