So there was this Put Your iPod On Shuffle Thing on Fezbook. For the question on my life's purpose, Love Story bu Taylor Swift came up. Really. My life's purpose is to marry my childhood sweetheart (WHich I don't have, btw). So consider this my attempt at trashing my first (unhappy) attempt at wasting my time. Here's the shuffle thing version 2. And I'm crossing my fingers my iTunes tries to be good and/or funny :)
1. Put your iPod (or MP3 player, iTunes, etc.) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing the note as well as the person you got the note from.
I am scared at possibly how um, juvenile (and by that I mean resembling a 8-year old's music file) the songs in my iTunes are :P The 90's we're good times. But please, hello dear 90's pop icons, now is not a good time to um, pop.
1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?
Samson - Regina Spektor
(Am I really this weird in person? Err, I hope I am not this weird in person)
2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Apologize - Timbaland Feat. One Republic
(Apologetic. Yeah, pretty much)
3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A LOVER?
Feelin' the Same Way - Norah Jones
(Haha, yeah!)
4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Rainbow - South Border
5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? -- this better be not about love :P
Drop It Likes It's Hot - Snoop Dogg ft Pharrell
(Definitely not about love :P)
6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson
(Hah!)
7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Sunburn - Sandwich
(They'd -- wish I'd get sunburn?)
8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Kabilugan Ng Buwan - APO Hiking Society
9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Every Breath You Take - UB40
(Um, yoga?)
10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?
I'll Be OK - Sondre Lerche
(Haha!)
11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
scream - Timbaland
(Haha!)
12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Just a Lil Bit - 50 Cent
(Err, short?)
13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
My Love (Feat. T.I.) - Justin Timberlake
(Haha! When I grow up, I want to be um, My Love)
14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
So Sick (acapella) - Ne-Yo
(I want to be so sick?)
15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
The Good Kind - The Wreckers
(Err, no)
16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Never Let Her Slip Away - The Bloomfields
(Haha, infernes that's sweet)
17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
One Flight Down - Norah Jones
(Haha, kills!)
19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Dream Lover - Mariah Carey
(Ooh.)
20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
IceBox - Omarion
(Sabagay, medyo mainit)
21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Without you - Charlie Wilson
(Aww. But a little too clingy. Hehe)
22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
If Life Is So Short - The Moffatts
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Homework #1: Clean Room
Today was supposed to be Write On The Neat Blue Notebook day. I woke up earlier than usual prepared to write down things to be accomplished. But I look at my room and figure I can't start writing with half the area covered in molehills of clothes, some fresh and some just evading the laundry (to preserve color, I claim). Plus there's a thick lining of dust all over. So I decided to use up all morning to clean up first, and then maybe write in the afternoon. Boo poor time management. Err, double boo extra unclean room.
So I spent pretty much the whole day cleaning my room. I had about an hour's worth of rest, shorts recesses plus the lunch break. And tonight am sleeping over in my parents room because tadah!I still have a rainforest's worth of paper covering the whole floor space of my room. I'd be fine tiptoeing all over that but half my bed is stacked with readings from since UP Day 1. Needless today, Operation Clean Room/ Throw Away Half The Stuff In The Room Which Is Garbage Anyway was only half a success. I was able to pull everything out -- papers, envelopes, readings, receipts, scribbles, from all the drawers and all possible orifices inside my room. And, I just found out that friendly termites/ winged-ants decided to puncture a whole they turned into an insect hallway inside my closet. The pulling out and laying everything on the floor part was easy, the putting everything in order part is what's difficult. So now, everything's on the floor and my lungs are filled to the brim with soot and dust so I had to call it a day. Okay, maybe it was NOT successful.
Tomorrow I wake up early and cross my fingers I find the energy and clarity of mind to pick up all the paper and put them where they belong -- in the drawers or maybe in the trash. I managed to turn segregating which ones go where (trash/drawer) into such an emotional and sentimental task. May be the reason why 8 hours into it and my room's still messy. I have scribbles all over my readings, and not necessarily notes about the lesson. More like commentaries on life, the teacher, the subject, or a chronicling of my most recent thought, which is more often than not irrelevant and very spur of the moment. I have song lyrics, dialogues from TV shows, random scribbles which I just know were used for ink testing new pens.
Who knew cleaning a room is such a complicated and emotional experience? And my neat blue notebook -- still no ink stains.
So I spent pretty much the whole day cleaning my room. I had about an hour's worth of rest, shorts recesses plus the lunch break. And tonight am sleeping over in my parents room because tadah!I still have a rainforest's worth of paper covering the whole floor space of my room. I'd be fine tiptoeing all over that but half my bed is stacked with readings from since UP Day 1. Needless today, Operation Clean Room/ Throw Away Half The Stuff In The Room Which Is Garbage Anyway was only half a success. I was able to pull everything out -- papers, envelopes, readings, receipts, scribbles, from all the drawers and all possible orifices inside my room. And, I just found out that friendly termites/ winged-ants decided to puncture a whole they turned into an insect hallway inside my closet. The pulling out and laying everything on the floor part was easy, the putting everything in order part is what's difficult. So now, everything's on the floor and my lungs are filled to the brim with soot and dust so I had to call it a day. Okay, maybe it was NOT successful.
Tomorrow I wake up early and cross my fingers I find the energy and clarity of mind to pick up all the paper and put them where they belong -- in the drawers or maybe in the trash. I managed to turn segregating which ones go where (trash/drawer) into such an emotional and sentimental task. May be the reason why 8 hours into it and my room's still messy. I have scribbles all over my readings, and not necessarily notes about the lesson. More like commentaries on life, the teacher, the subject, or a chronicling of my most recent thought, which is more often than not irrelevant and very spur of the moment. I have song lyrics, dialogues from TV shows, random scribbles which I just know were used for ink testing new pens.
Who knew cleaning a room is such a complicated and emotional experience? And my neat blue notebook -- still no ink stains.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Meh.
I wore my trainers today without socks. Ew. But it worked anyway. I was kinda expecting calluses, but my feet are fine and dandy :) Sshh, this isn't the first time I worked out in trainers without socks :P
It's late and I came home way past the Primetime Bida time (the telenovela marathon care of channel 2 that runs from 7-ish til 10, FYI for the uninitiated) and had Bandila, that 1030PM news, for company while I sorted out wet clothes. I just had to write.
Thought number 1: "You non-polite high school kid". On second thought, "You non-polite high school kid" -- said the old, unemployed, so not-high school kid. Honestly, the non-polite part just came in cause I was hoping conversation would follow awkward pleasantries. Hoho, scary predatory so not- high school kid :P
This kid's cute. He really just looks um, all of 16. Meh, I feel old.
Thought number 2: Break my (assuming and really imaginative) heart one time, just show up with someone and at least have a remote semblance of a romantic whatevs. Then I can throw out the window whatever creative fiction I have conjured in my head, about you and the weird staring spree you've been staging for weeks. Gad, I can't believe you merited a blog entry. I better have something interesting to look forward to for Saturday. Meh, I wish.
It's late and I came home way past the Primetime Bida time (the telenovela marathon care of channel 2 that runs from 7-ish til 10, FYI for the uninitiated) and had Bandila, that 1030PM news, for company while I sorted out wet clothes. I just had to write.
Thought number 1: "You non-polite high school kid". On second thought, "You non-polite high school kid" -- said the old, unemployed, so not-high school kid. Honestly, the non-polite part just came in cause I was hoping conversation would follow awkward pleasantries. Hoho, scary predatory so not- high school kid :P
This kid's cute. He really just looks um, all of 16. Meh, I feel old.
Thought number 2: Break my (assuming and really imaginative) heart one time, just show up with someone and at least have a remote semblance of a romantic whatevs. Then I can throw out the window whatever creative fiction I have conjured in my head, about you and the weird staring spree you've been staging for weeks. Gad, I can't believe you merited a blog entry. I better have something interesting to look forward to for Saturday. Meh, I wish.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Friday morning lists
1. It sucks the Starbucks planner is coming in late March pa. Derrrnit, I should've taken my last 3 cups on the same day. Who would've thought a few cups would make a 3(freaking)-month difference? Now my sticker book is sitting by the bar in SB Ewud, maybe gathering dust, and most definitely not getting me my (hoi polloi) planner any time soon. On second thought, I should've just gotten the less expensive planers they sell in Fully Booked. Way cooler because you don't share the design with 20 bajillion other "Starbucks fans" and a little less expensive, you don't get to drink coffee with it though.
2. I just a got a really neat blue notebook last night :) And it was for free cos I (forcibly) asked for it from my Mum's loot. The paper's really nice, thick and smooth. I just have a tiny issue with the lines, they're a little too big. But I got it for free, so yeah, I guess I can forgive that.
3. Dinner later with Rach and Friendcess :) I'll get to see Friendcess finally. We were talking the other day and we figured the last time we saw each other was on her birthday dinner last October. That was a looong time ago, 3 whole months! We get to talk over the phone, but conversations in person are way funner. And Rach, too!
4. I may have to start writing on the blue notebook the things I have to do. I wake in the morning and do bits and pieces of whatever it is that I remember I have to do and it's just disorganized. You're tired at the end of the day but then you think back and figure you didn't really do much. The last thing I need right now is to throw out the window semblances of self-fulfilment out the window. Nuh-uh, cannot afford it. Emotional weather report, I am maybe a few weeks (conservative estimate) from a full-blown emotional crisis. So yeah, I owe it to myself to make the most out of the little successes of the daily grind.
5. I have a lot of books to read. I may have to start dusting them and organizing a read-athon(?)
6. Resolve to blog at least once a week.
7. Friday today :) Today I get to sweat out all the bad stuff and I get to secretly ogle my favorite person. When you're supposed to look at a person for instructions, how are they supposed to know you're really (scarily) ogling at them? Hehe, I love group classes!
8. I like Facebook a lot.
9. I wish I had a ton of money. My shopping list is super long already, and half of it I don't really need but want anyway,
- I found really nice trainers on sale the other day, it's silver and bluish-green-ish and they're the size/look that I want
- This is wish list anyway, the Nike Shox trainers. They're really pretty, I just don't know if they sit well with my feet. And they're super expensive for non-athlete, sporty wannabes :P
- white Adidas cap on sale for about P200 less. It's the Adidas version of the Dri-Fit I forgot how they call it
- Nylon-spandex sports um, intimate wear? Oh, whatever -- sports bra in hot pink, black, and whiiiite.
- White Puma jacket
- White knit Mango cardigan with really interesting buttons
- dark denims from the RAF line of P&P
- Black top with boobie-ruffles (totally not a new fashion term, i coined it just um, now. Alright fine, they're ruffles on the boobs :P) with the ribbon at the back
- black patent flats from Juan
- ballet flats from Gola, the brown one and they're 10% offfffff. I think, or is it 30? But since I am unemployed and under parental charity, I just feel like it's insensitive fork over money and then ask for allowance when am broke. Pft, grownup.
- Grey knit curvy (i just read in the magazine yesterday, it's really how they're called) cardigan from Promod. And I just walked past the store yesterday and I actually saw this particular jacket, and it's niiice.
- taupe shoulder bag from Celine
- ankle boots from C&K
10. Off to make badass polvoron :) Or as four-year old me would have said it -- pulboron.
Ciao!
2. I just a got a really neat blue notebook last night :) And it was for free cos I (forcibly) asked for it from my Mum's loot. The paper's really nice, thick and smooth. I just have a tiny issue with the lines, they're a little too big. But I got it for free, so yeah, I guess I can forgive that.
3. Dinner later with Rach and Friendcess :) I'll get to see Friendcess finally. We were talking the other day and we figured the last time we saw each other was on her birthday dinner last October. That was a looong time ago, 3 whole months! We get to talk over the phone, but conversations in person are way funner. And Rach, too!
4. I may have to start writing on the blue notebook the things I have to do. I wake in the morning and do bits and pieces of whatever it is that I remember I have to do and it's just disorganized. You're tired at the end of the day but then you think back and figure you didn't really do much. The last thing I need right now is to throw out the window semblances of self-fulfilment out the window. Nuh-uh, cannot afford it. Emotional weather report, I am maybe a few weeks (conservative estimate) from a full-blown emotional crisis. So yeah, I owe it to myself to make the most out of the little successes of the daily grind.
5. I have a lot of books to read. I may have to start dusting them and organizing a read-athon(?)
6. Resolve to blog at least once a week.
7. Friday today :) Today I get to sweat out all the bad stuff and I get to secretly ogle my favorite person. When you're supposed to look at a person for instructions, how are they supposed to know you're really (scarily) ogling at them? Hehe, I love group classes!
8. I like Facebook a lot.
9. I wish I had a ton of money. My shopping list is super long already, and half of it I don't really need but want anyway,
- I found really nice trainers on sale the other day, it's silver and bluish-green-ish and they're the size/look that I want
- This is wish list anyway, the Nike Shox trainers. They're really pretty, I just don't know if they sit well with my feet. And they're super expensive for non-athlete, sporty wannabes :P
- white Adidas cap on sale for about P200 less. It's the Adidas version of the Dri-Fit I forgot how they call it
- Nylon-spandex sports um, intimate wear? Oh, whatever -- sports bra in hot pink, black, and whiiiite.
- White Puma jacket
- White knit Mango cardigan with really interesting buttons
- dark denims from the RAF line of P&P
- Black top with boobie-ruffles (totally not a new fashion term, i coined it just um, now. Alright fine, they're ruffles on the boobs :P) with the ribbon at the back
- black patent flats from Juan
- ballet flats from Gola, the brown one and they're 10% offfffff. I think, or is it 30? But since I am unemployed and under parental charity, I just feel like it's insensitive fork over money and then ask for allowance when am broke. Pft, grownup.
- Grey knit curvy (i just read in the magazine yesterday, it's really how they're called) cardigan from Promod. And I just walked past the store yesterday and I actually saw this particular jacket, and it's niiice.
- taupe shoulder bag from Celine
- ankle boots from C&K
10. Off to make badass polvoron :) Or as four-year old me would have said it -- pulboron.
Ciao!
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Katrina is unemployed
It's been 7 days since my last day at the office. And so far, it's been a flurry of Facebook pages, Multiply photos, Avid's comics, and no blog entries for me. I've been itching to get a free day to get to write the many thoughts swimming in my head -- why I decided to leave, the confusion as to whether I made the right decision, if the move was bold or plain stupid, and whatever it is that I want to do now. But 7 days down, no blog entry of deep thought, my room which I've been planning for the longest time to put in order is still a mess, and the contacts my Dad's been asking me to call, are still by the table, untouched. I'm guessing this is my I Am Getting In Touch With The Reality That I Am Unemployed post. Maybe it's high time I get my butt moving.
I think I'm still in my transition bubble. Everything still feels surreal, like the bosses were just kind enough to give everyone a really long weekend, and that's why I'm home. The rest part is still pretty good, I get to sleep til 9 in the morning, and I still don't hear anything from my Mum. Things are laid back and I'm guessing are still a few weeks away from becoming boring. I have trips to the gym to look forward to, I don't know though how long it will stay exciting, but I'm happy to have something to write on my imaginary planner. Things are still easy and nice and there's no pressure. Yet. What kills me is that at the back of my mind, there's this tiny voice telling I am unemployed, in an annoyingly sarcastic way. I can live with it for now -- I just hope I get a job by the time it becomes unbearable.
My parents have been really cool about it, laying off the pressure of me getting a job. They have been really supportive of my decision to leave and very considerate about my "timeout". I am very thankful about how they have been the entire time and I just hope I get things going before anything ugly comes out of it. If I haven't said it enough yet, I really am very thankful.
Anyway, before this becomes sobfest, let's do something um, non-value adding :P Because Katrina is unemployed, she has a ton of time in her hands. Here's how she used her time yesterday: writing 25 random things about herself! And because the attention hog in her can't get enough of it in Facebook, she's reposting it here as well
1. I am very, very (to some point annoyingly) fickle. It takes me very long to decide between which clothes to buy, shoes to wear, what movie to watch, what to order (ask PV, it took me about an hour to pick out dinner at that Vietnamese place), heck even what to write on a profile page.
2. I am very picky eater. I'm not a fan of sauce (on the food or as a dip), I can tolerate very little pasta (maybe a few spoonfuls of carbonara), I eat very little fish, and I dislike vegetables in general. I can eat chicken on a daily basis, though.
3. I think How I Met Your Mother is by far the funniest sitcom. Ever. I've seen all episodes AT LEAST twice and I still find myself genuinely laughing at the punchlines. And I quote heavily from this show -- it helps that not a lot of people watch it yet :P
4. I can still distinctly remember how each of my friends from my high school barkada smelled like. I may have a knack for remembering the way people smell.
5. Impressive communication skills, humor, and easy confidence make my knees weak :P (It wouldn't hurt if your hot with broad shoulders and really nice teeth. Hehe)
6.I have freaky internet stalker skills. Sometimes even I get creeped out at the creativity.
7. I think I write nonfic because my imagination is boring.
8. I miss UP a lot lately.
9. My favorite artist would have to be Avid Liongoren. He is by far the wittiest person I've read. Pop over Project 365 at http://project365.multiply.com/ to see his work :) I am so watching his movie Saving Sally when it comes out!
10. I find men doing pushups really sexy. Err, or maybe you have to at least be remotely attractive for it to be sexy. I don't know, pushups make men look really strong and in control. TMI? Hehe.
11. I miss my best friend a lot. It's just sad he remembers me only when I remember him. Haven't been writing him and sadly, not a letter from his side. It's my birthday in 16 days and I'm crossing my fingers he remembers (I'm not counting on it though).
12. I have been crushing on this instructor who teaches Friday nights. He's really hot and he's good at what he does. He likes boys though so, hohum. He oddly looks like my crush from grade2.
13. I still secretly wish to be a drummer for a band. Is 25 too old to do this?
14. I've always wanted to drive a pick up truck. Throwing it out to the universe: I will be driving one in a year's time. I'd like a shiny black Nissan :)
15. I've been talking to myself a lot lately. Not in the strange demented one-person conversation way, but more of repeating lines from my favorite shows or practicing things I would've to someone, bitchy or otherwise.
16. I keep thinking how things would've been if I joined a theater company in college.
17. I love the scent of vanilla.
18. I gravitate towards people who write well.
19. Window shopping is really fun. Carrying shopping bags wouldn't hurt though :P
20. Sometimes I wish I had siblings. It's always friends or parents for me when I need to talk to someone. Siblings for me are a cross between the two -- easy banter with friends your age and genuine concern of a blood relative. I would've totally been cool if a had a brother and a sister.
21. I really don't like receiving forwarded text mesages. Maybe save for a few ones that are witty or intelligent, that I can forgive. But endless whining about love and how it hurts? Camown.
22. I have bad memory. Totally inconvenient for exams but more inconvenient for when you're having a bad day. My mind chooses the bad things and leaves out the fun parts making for a really, really horrible time. End of the month PMS's are baaaad.
23. On my second year in Business School, I seriously considered shifting to Biology to, wait for it, pursue a career in Medicine. PGH was the delusion of choice. I don't remember how I got over it.
24. The Biology shift reminded me of another um, confusion. In my freshman year in college, I seriously considered becoming a Anthropologist courtesy of the good time I had in Antho 10. (Hello Sir erm, I forgot your name. Son of a famous historian and lugs a huge bag pack all the time). I forgot all about becoming an anthro guy when I learned I'd have to live at least 2 years with a tribe. No thank you, I love my toilet a lot. Hehe.
25. You know Yo cards? They're free postcards with cute pictures or writings you get from those metal stands in malls and eating places. I'm not sure if they have it elsewhere, but the old Eastwood Mall has them. I collect them, I have tons in my cabinet :) If you happen to pass by some, toss them to meeee!
I shall write again :)
I think I'm still in my transition bubble. Everything still feels surreal, like the bosses were just kind enough to give everyone a really long weekend, and that's why I'm home. The rest part is still pretty good, I get to sleep til 9 in the morning, and I still don't hear anything from my Mum. Things are laid back and I'm guessing are still a few weeks away from becoming boring. I have trips to the gym to look forward to, I don't know though how long it will stay exciting, but I'm happy to have something to write on my imaginary planner. Things are still easy and nice and there's no pressure. Yet. What kills me is that at the back of my mind, there's this tiny voice telling I am unemployed, in an annoyingly sarcastic way. I can live with it for now -- I just hope I get a job by the time it becomes unbearable.
My parents have been really cool about it, laying off the pressure of me getting a job. They have been really supportive of my decision to leave and very considerate about my "timeout". I am very thankful about how they have been the entire time and I just hope I get things going before anything ugly comes out of it. If I haven't said it enough yet, I really am very thankful.
Anyway, before this becomes sobfest, let's do something um, non-value adding :P Because Katrina is unemployed, she has a ton of time in her hands. Here's how she used her time yesterday: writing 25 random things about herself! And because the attention hog in her can't get enough of it in Facebook, she's reposting it here as well
1. I am very, very (to some point annoyingly) fickle. It takes me very long to decide between which clothes to buy, shoes to wear, what movie to watch, what to order (ask PV, it took me about an hour to pick out dinner at that Vietnamese place), heck even what to write on a profile page.
2. I am very picky eater. I'm not a fan of sauce (on the food or as a dip), I can tolerate very little pasta (maybe a few spoonfuls of carbonara), I eat very little fish, and I dislike vegetables in general. I can eat chicken on a daily basis, though.
3. I think How I Met Your Mother is by far the funniest sitcom. Ever. I've seen all episodes AT LEAST twice and I still find myself genuinely laughing at the punchlines. And I quote heavily from this show -- it helps that not a lot of people watch it yet :P
4. I can still distinctly remember how each of my friends from my high school barkada smelled like. I may have a knack for remembering the way people smell.
5. Impressive communication skills, humor, and easy confidence make my knees weak :P (It wouldn't hurt if your hot with broad shoulders and really nice teeth. Hehe)
6.I have freaky internet stalker skills. Sometimes even I get creeped out at the creativity.
7. I think I write nonfic because my imagination is boring.
8. I miss UP a lot lately.
9. My favorite artist would have to be Avid Liongoren. He is by far the wittiest person I've read. Pop over Project 365 at http://project365.multiply
10. I find men doing pushups really sexy. Err, or maybe you have to at least be remotely attractive for it to be sexy. I don't know, pushups make men look really strong and in control. TMI? Hehe.
11. I miss my best friend a lot. It's just sad he remembers me only when I remember him. Haven't been writing him and sadly, not a letter from his side. It's my birthday in 16 days and I'm crossing my fingers he remembers (I'm not counting on it though).
12. I have been crushing on this instructor who teaches Friday nights. He's really hot and he's good at what he does. He likes boys though so, hohum. He oddly looks like my crush from grade2.
13. I still secretly wish to be a drummer for a band. Is 25 too old to do this?
14. I've always wanted to drive a pick up truck. Throwing it out to the universe: I will be driving one in a year's time. I'd like a shiny black Nissan :)
15. I've been talking to myself a lot lately. Not in the strange demented one-person conversation way, but more of repeating lines from my favorite shows or practicing things I would've to someone, bitchy or otherwise.
16. I keep thinking how things would've been if I joined a theater company in college.
17. I love the scent of vanilla.
18. I gravitate towards people who write well.
19. Window shopping is really fun. Carrying shopping bags wouldn't hurt though :P
20. Sometimes I wish I had siblings. It's always friends or parents for me when I need to talk to someone. Siblings for me are a cross between the two -- easy banter with friends your age and genuine concern of a blood relative. I would've totally been cool if a had a brother and a sister.
21. I really don't like receiving forwarded text mesages. Maybe save for a few ones that are witty or intelligent, that I can forgive. But endless whining about love and how it hurts? Camown.
22. I have bad memory. Totally inconvenient for exams but more inconvenient for when you're having a bad day. My mind chooses the bad things and leaves out the fun parts making for a really, really horrible time. End of the month PMS's are baaaad.
23. On my second year in Business School, I seriously considered shifting to Biology to, wait for it, pursue a career in Medicine. PGH was the delusion of choice. I don't remember how I got over it.
24. The Biology shift reminded me of another um, confusion. In my freshman year in college, I seriously considered becoming a Anthropologist courtesy of the good time I had in Antho 10. (Hello Sir erm, I forgot your name. Son of a famous historian and lugs a huge bag pack all the time). I forgot all about becoming an anthro guy when I learned I'd have to live at least 2 years with a tribe. No thank you, I love my toilet a lot. Hehe.
25. You know Yo cards? They're free postcards with cute pictures or writings you get from those metal stands in malls and eating places. I'm not sure if they have it elsewhere, but the old Eastwood Mall has them. I collect them, I have tons in my cabinet :) If you happen to pass by some, toss them to meeee!
I shall write again :)
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