Boredom = Fun

anyways, here's something i made last night:

i think it's cute.

anyways--

paul didn't do to school today! here's what i wrote out of boredom:It was the second time we talked that day (which is a record, btw. Because I’ve never even *talked* to him for, like, ever. ) or rather, heard him say a number of incomprehensible words (which I’m not even sure is the case, because it’s possible that I just never heard him because of how loudly my ears seemed to be filled with my own voice, shouting “OMGOMGOMG!!!” but anyways—) to me. But still!

We were answering board problems beside each other during Math last Friday. Ha ran out of chalk—notvery unexpected, mainly because St. Matthew is chalk-poor—so he started looking for pieces of them that were more than a quarter of a centimeter long.. luckily, Ira bought some chalk during lunch so I was loaded. (Not fully, but still.) And I happened to be right beside him.

that was as far as i got (i wrote that during class). i just wanted to publish it for future reference or something.

and something i will constantly remind myself during elective (business math):IT'S JUST AN HOUR, SO TRY TO MAKE IT AS FAST AND AS PAINLESS AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. (REPEAT TWO BILLION TIMES)

AAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I ‘m almost always angry. I know.

But that’s the only way I know how to deal with stuff. To get angry, to shout at people, to do irrational things. I know it’s stupid, but it’s damn frustrating to try to do something important but to no avail—because the fucking window keeps on closing because of the fucking virus that fucking installed it’s fucking self into this fucking computer. AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

But is it even my fault that bad luck follows me around everywhere??? I think bad luck is sort-of my twin. There’s nothing I do that doesn’t turn sour a few minutes into it. Like now. This is the only time that I’ve felt compelled to do anything about our (Glenn’s, Ronald’s and my) investigatory project. But does that stop my bad luck from ruining everything? Apparently, no. It’s almost as stubborn as me, if not even more. The windows keep on closing and the mouse keeps on clicking and moving all by itself. And mostly all the clicking does is close the windows from which I’m taking important information. And it happens, like, 60% of the time so I cannot, and I repeat, CANNOT work properly. I mean, I can’t even copy and paste an article without the fucking window closing itself. Fucking bad luck bomb!!!

(It’s happening right now! And I’m really trying so hard to ignore it, but it’s not like I’m doing stupid stuff or anything—I’m only typing in MSWord because it’s the only thing that won’t close without any confirmation. And everytime I try to move the mouse it keeps on moving all by itself!)

Fine—make me suffer! What’s new, anyways? It’s been happening all my life. Why stop now, HUH??? WHY STOP NOW????!!!!!

I pity my not-so-little sister.

I mean, yeah, she’s the pretty one. And yes, she’s gotten more suitors and admirers in her almost 13-year-life than I’ve had in my 14-year one. But that pretty much sums up everything she’s got better that me. Not to brag or anything, but I’m better at a lot of other stuff than her, so I don’t really pity myself over her-looking-better-than-me thing. Because honestly, I’ve got a lot more stuff going on in the I’m-so-not-a-pushover department. Trust me. I see her being bullied by my mother everyday, and even *I* pity her. (My mom loves bullying her. Don't ask me why. She's just like that. Mom, I mean.)

wait--i'll continue tomorrow. gotta sleep. the 'rents are already telling me to.

(see what i mean? my parents have to force me to stop working. which i totally would do, if i'd actually finished the work. but i didn't. and i'm pretty sure i'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight.)

it was great! i actually wanted to watch mr. and mrs smith, but since my parents were paying, i had no choice but to follow them (blech.)

i halfheartedly followed my parents to the cinema. still totally bummed, i sat and mumbled while sitting at the theater. i hated the where we were sitting--the second row. i almost got a stiff neck a few minutes into the trailers. plus i couldn't see anything, on account of all of it being magnified into, like, a thousand times and me being just in front of it and all. (kind of like when we were watching poa, but at least i watched that because i wanted to, not because i was penniless and was being forced to watch something my parents paid for.)

while all the mumbling was progressing, this huge ps/ss dan pic flashed on the screen. so i was like, "omg, i totally forgot about that! yes!!!" (i was saying 'yes' because i was happy of seeing the gof trailer, btw, not because i forgot about it being shown before batman begins.) and said it semi-loudly. it was a quite funny, me gushing like this hp-addict (which i so totally am!). i could've sworn the people behind me snickered. but whatever.

and then about the trailer. the trailer--must i say it--looks 10,000 times better on the silver screen. it made the movie seem more true to me than ever. dan was so HOT--and totally looking like paul! and emma? wow. gorgeous, if i must say so myself. and not-so-ickle rupert...cute! and need i tell you about the love of my life, ROBERT PATTINSON? he was only there for, like, 3 seconds, but i swear he so made it work! H-O-T!!! OMG!!! even the durmstrang posse looked great on screen. i swear, i am so watching gof!

hungry and sleepy. i think these are enough for today. still haven't gotten any better, possibly on account of my being hungry and all. it sorta makes my vision blur and my head spin. but that still doesn't change the fact that



lol. that was probably the fastest one i made. slow, i know. but still!

(reminder: update about batman begins! awesome! but i'm already totally sleepy, so i''ll just leave you with these and tell tomorrow)

1.2.3.4.

whoa, dude, learning photoshop's hard. so far i've only done icons with plain text on them. (yes, i'm that clueless. please help me.) i think they're cute...but, you know. it could've done that with paint or something.

here are some of them (hey, don't blame me if they're laughably ugly...they're my first batch and i haven't quite got the hang of ANYTHING yet. like, not a single thing):

1.2.3.4.5.6.7.

if anybody actually bothers to take them, please credit to hrh_kim.

(just bought pd6, btw. just to remind myself.)

just got adobe photoshop. now the problem is, how exactly do i use it?

good stuff don't usually happen to me so when it does, i'm usually super-giddy about it, euphoric, even. which is too much, i know, but ha! i don't care! i'm still so happy!!!

first up, i got a perfect score on my first advanced algebra test! yay! (i didn't even get it the first time so i'm just so satisfied with myself!!!)

and someone actually bothered to give me an invite for gmail! yay! i owe you one, pat! (i mean, she doesn't even know me. like, not personally. just online. she's the best online pal ever!!!)

and last, but so not the least? PAUL ACTUALLY TALKED TO ME!!! Paul actually talked to ME! PAUL actually talked to me! PAUL ACTUALLY TALKED TO ME!!! THIS IS SO UNTRUE!!! i was so lightheartedly silly that i was giggling throughout the whole recess period. like a lovestruck teen. which i totally am! here's something i wrote the afternoon after The Paul Incident:

My heart stopped at that very moment. Like, literally.

The day started out normal, like, boring-normal. Good thing Leann didn’t forget to bring Teen Idol (which I’d borrowed the day before), or else I’d’ve died even before…ehem…Paul could talk to me.

Okay, so it wasn’t the longest conversation. It wasn’t even a *short* conversation. It was just a question—a simple question—he asked me. I was in shock, so I simply ogled at the book for a few seconds (good thing I was reading then or he would’ve seen my face, scarlet not only because of embarrassment, but also of sheer shock that Paul—out of all people—would bother to talk to me) before regaining my composure.

The question he asked? “What book is that?”

Yeah. I know. I nearly *died*. Of suffocation. Of feeling hot and cold at the same time. Of feeling the blood drain out of my body and feeling all of it rush to my face. Of hearing his voice and almost losing mine. Of him asking me the title of the book and me asking myself the same thing.

Yep. All of that from a simple question. How emotionally retarded am I? Like, really?

And you know what my award-winning, audience-shocking, breaking-news-worthy answer was?

“Teen Idol.”

Pathetic, I know. No zingers. No smart remarks. No sarcastic witticisms. Not even a simple, “So, have you read it?”

Dang, I am so pathetic.

Okay, so he actually said, “Um, excuse me, what book is that?” See? That’s why I like him so much. He’s smart, he’s cute, *and* he’s polite. Isn’t he just perfect?

but my actual point is *he* talked to me. he was the one who approached me. which never happens to me. like, ever. so that's one to the geeks!

i luuurrrvvvee that dan-polaroid-thingy aidanc made! made me realize something: dan totally looks like PAUL!!! he's such a dream...(paul, i mean)he's hot AND he's smart. makes me wonder if he's even *real*. but i'm almost sure he is. almost.

here's the one i requested from aidanc (the one that i'm having made into a button):



and...i lost my wallet. again. oh no, not *again*, but for the millionth time. i am so stupid.

this is what happened: ira and i went to the library right after we ate lunch. we were looking for titles for our investigatory projects then, so i put down my wallet on one of the bookshelves. i was so totally in the zone when she caught my attention and pointed at some guy sitting by the window, doing the same as we were. IT WAS PAUL!!! actually, i did see him there before, but only part of his body, so i didn't see his face and didn't bother to look. (and i was in the zone. IN THE ZONE!) so anyways i was kinda dreamy-eyed after that so my brain didn't function properly (boys have such an effect on me. stupid. i know.) i was in another zone after that (from now on i'm calling it 'The Paul Zone') so i didn't really notice anything else. a few minutes after paul left, ira and i noticed that we were the only high school students left in the lib (so what else is new?) so we had to go running down the stairs and to the gym for the assembly. i didn't notice it was gone till i was already home.

i hate being so stupid. stupid stupid stupid.

i hope a person with a golden heart gotten hold of it. or else i wouldn't be able to get it back (again, like the other 3 wallets i've lost). stupidstupidstupid.

it's 3am and i still don't have any titles for my investigatory project.

why the hell do we have to it, anyway? it's not like i can discover a new element or something. i'm just a kid. a lazy kid with a bad internet connection and a cute groupmate who she just can't stand to let down. is it my fault that i can't resist guys? (in this case, it's a good thing that i like guys too much to let them down. at least i have a driving force. if this were just *my* project i would sleep through it, seeing as i don't believe i should waste my time if it isn't for a major scientific breakthrough.)

i know. i do it for all the wrong reasons. but at least i do it.

i used to *not* like him. but now i do. blech. note to self: make up your mind!!!boycott pldt!!! at this rate, i'll be finished with my investigatory project when i'm 50. so, it's fine, don't upgrade your systems. make the subscribers suffer. we don't care. (note my sarcasm. please?)

um...so. (thinking) what *should* i base our basic research on? think!

(the connection disconnected again. ARRGGGHHH!!! do you call it that for no reason at all? this is soooo frustrating! hey God, can't you do ANYTHING about this??? it's not like i'm searching for porn or stuff like that! i'm working on my project! have mercy!!!!!!!)

damn. sabi na malas ako eh. and he was the only reason i was staying in business math. but now...it seems so useless (made more useless by the fact that the guy who made his life mission following me was there...plus i wanted to take public speaking). now there's no reason to bother. he said he was only going on vacation. but now he's not coming back. i'm never going to see him again. not ever.

ohmygodwhatthef*ck?????!!!!




i did the biggest of double takes just then. i still couldn't believe my ears.




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




david.




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




is it true?




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




you're not coming back, are you?




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




i'm never going to see you again, aren't i?




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




like, forever-forever?




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




can i even wait that long?




ohmygodohmygodohmygod.




this is serious. so serious.

























DAVID!!! I'M MISSING YOU ALREADY!!!!

(naiinis na ko...lintek na vibe yan kanina pa dc ng dc...ala nmang kwenta oh...ndi tuloy ako nkapag-dload ng matino...i-boycott ang pldt!!!!!!!!!)

wala lang...eto na naman ako...nag-bblog kasi alang magawa (some independence day...blech) pero anyways...(andami ko na namang ellipses!) um...so...what to write about?

cge...um...total i read about frisson dun sa blog ni fairy sister katkat...eto na ang masasabi ko tungkol sa 'frisson' thing na yan (na, incidentally, we both learned from the same book...yung all-american girl by meg cabot, author of the princess diaries).

frisson? from what i've heard of it, i think it's something i've felt before. (i'm saying this because i don't really know what it means.) is it a simple crush? maybe. attraction? probably. an unexplainable connection? likely.

okay, maybe i've not just felt it before, but am actually feeling it right now. not exactly in this very moment, but in this particular space in time. (again, only judging from what i've heard about it.)

so here's this one guy (here we go again...the saddest teen stories always start with this line) i know.

(!#$%^&*@ NA VIBE YAN!!!!!!!! ARRRGGGHHH!!!! HINDI AKO MAKASULAT!!!!!! jssdfzdnlkf;xvnndvxz;n;dl;nxvlzn;vlz;nzl;cv. .cn.cjk;ldzs;do;difnl;vzx;znvcx;nx uulitin ko na naman ung part 5 and 6 because of your freaking incompetence, you imbeciles!!!!!!!!)

(anyways, as i was saying before i was oh so rudely interrupted...)

so about this guy i know...he doesn't know me. which is so, so sad. tragic, actually. because i think we're just *perfect* for each other.

(okay...i've lost it. can't think straight anymore. i blame you, pldt vibe....I SO BLAME YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

so...saka ko na lang ikukuwento ung 2ngkol kay crash, aka frisson guy. damn connection. nawalan 2loy ako ng ganang magsulat. saka i've been trying to dload the umbala and niffleheim patches all day and i'm still not done because the freaking disconnection keeps on disconnecting. grrrrrrrr. i am so hating you right now.

let me find some other thing to write about na lang.

oh yeah. am borrowing a cd from ron. ung image editor. like the one they use to make avvies and icons and banners and headers and stuff like that. (mental block: ndi ko na naman maalala ung tawag. kainis. i am so stupid sometimes.)

shit. dc na naman. walang kwentang vibe! you should be able to accomodate all the users kahit na mag-sabay-sabay kaming lahat!!! tinawag ba kayong pldt just for kicks??? (i know i've got a lot of pent-up anger. and this is how i deal with it. i write. at least i don't punch walls. unlike *some* people.)

and speaking of raw feel...

special message:

(no, not because you're special...just because you're especially annoying.)

alam kong kilala mo kung sino ka. and i also know for a fact that you read my blog. alam ko. i'm not stupid. i'm just trying not to get affected by it. kasi you're just not that significant. (although you're very very very annoying. as i might've said to you in the past.) pero again, even if i know that

ah, ewan. basta all i know i that I HATE YOU. okay? HATE you. not only dislike you, not only annoyyed by you, but simply LOATHE you. (hanapin mo sa dictionary kung di mo alam.) okay? let me emphasize that more. I HATE YOU. I DESPISE YOU. I LOATHE YOU. I FLINCH AT THE SOUND OF YOUR NAME. HONESTLY, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD. BUT LET'S NOT GO THAT FAR. I'VE ONLY ONE THING TO TELL YOU:

STAY AWAY FROM ME. I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU GO. YOU CAN BE IN HELL FOR ALL I CARE. JUST STAY AWAY. KAPEESH?

ayan. cguro naman nagets mo. i know it's harsh, pero nagyan kita ka-hate. sana lang na-gets mo na. i've been trying to get that through your head for a year now, pero na-gets mo na ba, ha? ewan ko sayo. basta tigilan mo na ko. please. don't read my blog, don't read my friendster profile, don't try to send my a friendster/myspace/hi5/pinoyster/prendster invite (i'll simply refuse...blocked user na nga kita eh), don't try to talk to me, don't try to talk about me, don't even mention my name. consider me dead, for all i care. just stay away.





now that's what i call raw.

still got the rashes. am starting to get mini-bruises because of too much scratching. arrggh! so...itchy...but...must...not...scratch...!!!!

and totally forgot to mention on last blog entry: I HAVE HYPERLIGAMENTOUS LAXITY! nothing too big really. just that my ligaments are sort of lax (hence the name) and that my patella (as with the rest of the parts of my body that have joints) can dis- and relocate easily. and can so flex a lot. (i think) which is actually really cool if you think about it, because i can do all sorts of things that normal people couldn't. like bend my thumb so that it touches, like, the area three (or two-and-a-half) inches below my wrist. cool. except the pain part isn't so nice. because let me tell you, it's so not cool when my (left) knee hurts. it's not hurt like moderate-headache hurt, it's like oh-my-god-is-my-knee-broken kind of hurt because i can sort-of feel it snapping form the inside. ouch. i don't even cry when it hurts...it's like i don't even have the energy to do it. cry i mean. because it hurts so much. i just scream. like, "ayoko na!" types of screams (in english that means, "i am so not liking this anymore!!!" not literally, of course. actually, 'ayoko' means 'i don't like this/it' and 'na' means 'anymore'. okay. so i guess it is.).

and i srarted reading noli me tangere (latin for 'touch me not' or 'huwag mo akong salingin' in filipino) again and just realized that textbooks really *do* make stuff more boring--if i actually read about half the vivid imagery that i've read in the first nine pages of the english version, then i actually would've been liked to study it last year. but because they left out all the good descriptions i was too bored to even listen to discussions. i didn't even know about salome then).

and i had a panic attack again. (i don't even know if that's what it's called. but i have to call it something) i hate it when that happens. usually i have them when my dad's scolding me--not even really really REALLY scolding...just telling me off with a loud voice--i usually find it hard to breathe and then cry. because i'm scared of not being able to breathe and also because of my dad--who when i start to hyperventilate still keeps on scolding me and telling me to breathe properly with his voice that makes my lungs go boom-boom (and not in a good way. i mean, hello, i'm already hyperventillating because i'm scared of you, so why do you keep on scolding me? do you want me to die or something? ) anyways, it's really hard because then i take really really really deep breaths that don't seem to satisfy my lungs--even though they seem to take twice as much lung space, but whatever--and they come in really really loud. like gasps, only more frequent. actually the first time that happened was when i got scared of our dog--yes, we have a dog but i'm also deathly scared of them...i won't even run out of the house if they're notteid up on a leash somewhere or in a cage...or with a five foot stick and/or umbrella--but my dad was also there then. he was yelling and telling me that those freaking dogs weren't gonna eat me, and that i was so much bigger than them and that i shouldn't be scared of them (but in typical Dad Way--the one which i was and still am deathly scared of). i mean, hello, of course i know that they won't eat me. whoever said they would? i'm just not so keen on getting rabies, that's all. i know it's sort if irrational (i'm not that dumb), i mean, my 8 year-old sister plays with them and she hasn't even bitten by a dog ever, but that's why it's called an irrational fear. i know it's stupid to fear dogs (or my dad, for that matter) but i can't help it. i've seen how violent they can get. both my dad and the dogs.

anyways, i'm so bored because i've been trying to download r.o. patches all day (but can't really finish because people keep having to use the phone so i keep on doing it over everytime someone does) so now that no one's actually bothering me, here are some stuff i found on quizfarm:

You scored as drama freak. You're a drama freak. Maybe you've been in too many school plays. Or maybe you watch movies to much. Oh well. At least you have a clique and worshiping fans. drama freak 68% sweetie 65% clique member 62% goody-good 58% computer whiz 57% funny guy 57% wanna-be loner 54% smart jock 45% band geek 40% slut 30% total nerd 25% wanna-be gangster 17% druggie 2% Which completely realistic small town high school stereotype fits you? created with QuizFarm.com

drama freak? i don't think so. i'm a great liar. but an actress? i so wish. but at least got they movie thing right.

You scored as Unipolar Depression. Congraulations! You are depressed! You know just how it feels to bear all the world's burdens, and the value of a 19-hour night's sleep. And you really hate that circle-guy thing on your Zoloft pill packets. Unipolar Depression 58% Borderline Personality Disorder 50% Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder 42% Antisocial Personality Disorder 17% Eating Disorders 0% Schizophrenia 0% Which mental disorder do you have? created with QuizFarm.com

honestly, i don't even know what uniplolar depression is. i'll look it up later.

You scored as Controlling. You are a control freak. Stop trying to control others! You cant MAKE them do anything, so stop trying. Let them make their own mistakes. You cant be right all the time. Controlling 100% Shy 67% Push-Over 67% Slut 67% Bitch 50% Disloyal 33% Dishonest 17% Jealous 0% Rebellious 0% Whats your personality flaw? Answer Honestly! created with QuizFarm.com

so, so true.

You scored as Geek/Nerd. Haha! ok. go computer geeks! Geek/Nerd 60% Hot 53% Emo Kid 47% Prep 27% Loner 20% Punk 13% Jock 13% Goth 7% "Ghetto" 7% Stoner 0% What Highschool Clique Do You Belong To? created with QuizFarm.com

hottie? i dunno. nerdy? definitely.

You scored as Logical/Mathematical. You like to work with numbers and ask questions. You learn best by classifying information, engaging in abstract thinking and looking for common basic principles. People like you include mathematicians, biologists, medical technicians, geologists, engineers, physicists, researchers and other scientists. Logical/Mathematical 93% Verbal/Linguistic 86% Intrapersonal 86% Musical/Rhythmic 79% Visual/Spatial 68% Interpersonal 64% Bodily/Kinesthetic 25% The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences created with QuizFarm.com

i so know.

You scored as Your Friend Is Truly, Madly, and Deeply In Love With You!. Wow. You must be blind to answer all those questions and not have realized this yourself! If I were you I would confront this friend and ask them to tell you the truth about who they REALLY love.

The "How To Tell If One Of Your Friends Is In Love With You" Quiz
created with QuizFarm.com

i hope so. i really, really hope so. (i actually took this one twice, but with the same results. if only it were true...)

You scored as Severus Snape. Well you're a tricky one aren't you? Nobody quite has you figured out and you'd probably prefer it stayed that way. That said you are a formidable force by anyone's reckoning, but there is certainly more to you than a frosty exterior and a bitter temper. Severus Snape 90% Harry Potter 85% Sirius Black 80% Remus Lupin 80% Albus Dumbledore 70% Hermione Granger 70% Ginny Weasley 60% Draco Malfoy 60% Ron Weasley 55% Lord Voldemort 45% Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com

snape? that's hot.

our computer's broken (again)!!! useless old thing...so damn annoying...

well, school has officially started (here in the philippines, that is). it's already thursday and a *lot* have happened.

(i was right, those itchy stuff on my skin were rashes caused by an allergy! dammit, it's still itchy!)

(um...so, yeah. about the 'lotsa stuff' that happened. i'll start with...star wars.)
i didn't get to see star wars!!! arrgghh!!! (that's about it)

and school! ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh...paul's (iv-st. matthew) and greg 's in my elective (business math and basic accounting)!!! OHMYGOSH!!!

actually, he makes me really really nervous. like, uberly. because normally i don't get tongue-tied in front of anyone (that's the thing i can say i'm best at--speaking). that's, like, the thing (i think) i was born to do. you know, speak. in public. but anyways, back to my story. (sorry if i'm such a crappy storyteller. i can so make impromptu speeches and all those other stuff, but stories i'm never good at. darn it. now how am i supposed to make a novel??!!) we were supposed to be introducing ourselves in class then (in english, of course). but when it was my turn, i was so nervous i couldn't speak properly. blech. how stupid. anyways, her's something i wrote in class:

nakakinis! pag andian si paul, tlgang kinakabahan ako! nanginginig pa rin ako hanggang ngaun!!!

i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak, i lose all control...(yaddayaddayadda)
shucks, ngaun lng ako kinabahan ng ganito eh! every year naman may crush ako sa class, but i never actually had trouble speaking. like, in english. it's almost (almost!) my first language and i rarely have trouble speaking (which, i think, is the thing i'm best at), but kanina...i stuttered like crazy! ack! i hate that!!!

it's not like it was embarassing or anything (it wasn't). it's just that i never had trouble spaeking before (even in front of a guy...or the whole student body population). but kanina...ohmygosh...i could hardly breathe. it was like my heart wanted to run out of my chest. i could even hear my heartbeat inside my ears. damn! now how am i supposed to get through the year???!!!

that was something i wrote in the middle of class orientation. (i was bored. and nervous.) but then i noticed that my (extremely pesky) seatmate (henceforth called erich) was staring at the stuff i've written. again. which she has been doing THE WHOLE FREAKING DAY. doesn't she have a life (or something else to busy herself with)? and hasn't she even heard of "mind your own business"? or has my private life become public propert without me knowing it? last time i checked, i wasn't a celebrity. i wasn't even popular. but whatever. i guess that's the exception that proves the rule, right? (but i still hate her, though.)

anyways, here's something else i wrote when the computer was broke and mom hadn't yet bought a new laptop:

nanggaling kami sa dfa and gsis kanina.

we had to get up super early dahil dun ^. about 6.30 or something. kainis nga eh. and let me tell you, i am so not a morning person.

pero i'll cut the crap muna. inaantok na ko eh. what i wanted to say was that when we went to manila kanina, nadaanan namin papuntang gsis ung ginagawang SM Mall of Asia. yeah, i know, crappy name. but ohmygosh, it was AMAZING. and HUGE. REALLY HUGE. even though it was just, like, a quarter of the way through. which sucked a bit. pero okay lang. next year pa naman ako mag-cocollege eh.

nung dumaan kami kanina, sabi ni mommy 1998 pa daw un project ni henry sy (or whoever). and when were they palanning to tell me? in 2008? but it's okay, i guess, because at least i have to wait for a shorter time na lang. kasi if they told me earlier (like, in 1998), then i would've had to wait for 7 years pa. which is almost double my age at the time. at least now i only have to wait for a year or so.

the place looked great, especially for something only a qurter of the way through. it's spposed to be the biggest mall in asia (or so my mom said). like, even bigger than megamall. and i repeat, it was HUGE. REALLY HUGE. it even had this sort-of dome in the middle, which, my mom said, is going to be where concerts'll be held. like the araneta coliseum. and it had all these different parts and stuff, with cute shapes and all. the left- and rightmost wings of the buildings were sort-of circular, too like in sm dasma. which is really nice. i like circular buildings. they're cute.

now i'm just imagining what it'd be like when it's all done. i mean, it's so enourmous i'd probably get lost or something. but it's okay. the more space, the more shops! mother even said that there were going to be, like, 20 cinemas. and with that much space, i reckon they could *at least* have one huge bookstore. i just wish it's be like the one in taiwan which is open 24 hours and people can stay and read. i doubt the 24-hour thing though. you can't have evrything, right? i mean, a HUGE selection of food, about a million clothing shops, 20 conemas AND big bookstore? sounds like a little peace of heaven to me!