Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

*jingling my keys to get attention*

Look, don’t you notice anything (talking to imaginary friends around me.hehe)? It’s my first time to wear a bright pink piece of clothing - my shirt. If you happen to know me personally, I’m not a kikay-barbie-doll-looking girl who adores the color pink especially when I used to wrestle in the mud with boys during my childhood days. Shades of blue has dominated my wardrobe for years until I found comfort in experimenting with colors not so long ago, but more plain ones and less printed.

Nothing wrong with trying something new, right? I put this on not only because Kelly gave it to me, but I wanted to see if it suits me. I should have dabbed a frosted pink lipstick too, don’t you think? Ha! No way! I still want to look man enough to you even with middling finesse. Haha. :P

Well, there are other new stuff that I got for myself and things that came which are absolutely fresh to me and still, in my memory. So, anong bago?

• Hmm, I finally changed my number but that didn’t change anything - well, actually, I just feel crazy and stupid that nothing changed by changing numbers. And it even confuses me a bit. What the hell do I really want? A new number or a new phone? Since I’m not that fond of the free phone that I got from my post-paid plan at Globe, I want to sell it and make use of the money. And since I gave my number unknowingly to people who shouldn’t be having it anymore, I wanted to throw it away and get another one. But then I am afraid that I might do the same thing again and I’d feel even more disgusted with myself. Or maybe all I need is a new life. A new way of seeing things. All right, I might consider wearing glasses next time.
• I’ve had a traumatic experience during Valentine’s day, that’s why starting last year, even when I was still attached, I’d ditch all the plans to go out on that day. You all know that FOOD is my weakness. And waiting in the line while feeling the painful scratching on the walls of your stomach is not my idea of a perfect date! Even when you have a table reserved early on, they serve the food after you go mad. I couldn’t sit comfortably and pretend that I am dying of hunger. So I learned my lesson and fix dinner at home instead. Anyway, this time…Valentine’s Day meant babysitting, taking care of my sick brother and doing errands. I took a load off and stayed with my family. It ain’t that bad, really. Nothing could ruin my day, not even my Mom’s sarcastic text message (Darling, don’t you have a date? Loveless ka ngayon?) or my Dad’s contagious irritability. When I took Ethan to Jollibee,  I remembered to BE HAPPY. And it helped.
• And because I wasn’t expecting for anything, everything came as a surprise. Yes, even the Toblerone from Ruben (thanks!) which all of us got. Haha. I got flowers and a gift (a book from Seish). You all made my day. The greetings were overwhelming too. I really appreciate it. So even if it’s a bit embarrassing to walk with flowers and stuff on the way home, I should just think about the embarrassment he got from people when he was carrying those and waiting for me at the lobby. So why should I hide it? For all I know, everyone in the street looks at me with envious eyes. Feeling! haha. Pang Ms. Universe dapat ang lakad! After all, it was my first time that someone actually handed those “cheesiness” to me in front of all the people. And it didn’t matter wherever I was and it was delivered to me personally. When I was in high school, it’s either a proxy would give it to me or have it delivered at home. Talk about torpe! In college, it became a little different. They just go to your house and give it to you. They have cars so they won’t have to be eaten by self-humilation. This time, I find it sweeter. This feeling is somehow new to me - and that’s strange because it shouldn’t be, yet it is also kind of disappointing that I’m becoming unfamiliar to this. Anyway…
• What else? Oh yeah, this blog is born!

OFFICIAL LAUNCHING DATE: FEBRUARY 16, 2007

Yipee! Blog site anniversary next year!

Sorry, that’s how far I could show my excitement. Haha.  I am contented, elated and… psyched. I can say that I am happy even only in this realm of my life that you’re a part of. The other side is, well, depressing. We better not go there. You don’t want to be in that world, because I don’t want to be in it either. Still, I have to take it as it is, right? I can’t do so much as to thank God for all of this - even for the bad part.