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| summer has been prevailing above-the-boiling-point hot days. and this one isn't any different. the other day i finally found the tankini of my dreams, only to find that it was the last in stock. and i don't buy the last one in stock, just because i don't. so that was a bitch. well at least i bought a summer read, a gossip girl novel. the one i wanted. the one on my shopping list. yey me. and i just finished reading it today. double yey me.
now, more boredom talk
i've been watching a lot of my fave cartoon hey arnold lately. most likely because i get up the same time it's on. like, 12 noon or something.
sun's signal straightend up a bit these past two days. finally. considering the fact that the signal was seriously fucked up the past week or so. ngggaarrrr.
who is jessica simpson dating right now? WHO? john mayer? oh gad i even googled her to confirm this. and it is true?? what??? am i the only one who thinks this is strange??? OMG WHAT IS GOING ON???
i've been wasting my time cutting out my elle girl mags for collages i paste in my planner. what. girl's got nothing to do. here's what i've done so far..
 
oh and there's this model i've been really loving lately. her name's coco rocha(ooh, cool..) and she reminds me of this kontra bida kid in a movie i loved when i was a kid, she's like, the grown-up version. nice, nice, nice.
  
what the heck is wrong with xanga lately? everytime i log on the server suddenly just.. shuts down. it's like my blog's frickin' allergic to me. wtf is WROOONG??? i mean, this entry was supposed to be posted like, 2 days ago. i threw a frickin' tantrum the first time 'cause there was a sudden black out. screw fossil fuel.
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| well yeah, HK was nice.. ok.. lots of tiny stores that sold the most tricked-out clothes. all its citizens had great fashion sense(lovely sight  ). and the weather was c-o-l-d. nice.
the only bad thing was i got really home sick. at night i'd write stuff on the fogged out hotel window, listen to sad songs on my pod, and lull myself to sleep. she constantly filled my thoughts. it was worse than having no phone at all. i was 810 miles away from home dammit. no affirming reassurance that she was just a phone call away, or a few rides away if i could help it. needless to say, i missed her a LOT. and i was the one who tought i'd do fine.
the best way of getting around the city was by walking. and that was the thing i loved most about our trip. i lost like, 4 lbs when i weighed myself on the airport before we went home. and i loved the fact that people didn't understand what we were talking about when we spoke pinoy, we could talk trash about them without them even knowing. nice, nice, nice.
ok now, some pics..
 reese with her one true love..
 a fendi ad.. nice shoes.. 
 sleping buty's casl
 city lights
 waiting for the plane to come
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Ateneo de Manila University
1108 Loyola Heights, Quezon City
To Whom It May Concern:
Greetings!
Ever since I was a child, it has already been my ambition to work in the field of broadcast journalism. I have always aspired to deliver the truth to the Filipino public...
blah, blah, blah...
i finished that letter like, monday morning.. yep, i was quite hopeful with the letter.. it put up a good front.. hehe..
i passed my application monday afternoon. after a looong annoying taxi ride. gosh was i tired. i passed my application days before the deadline. but it was ok. ateneo looked quite warm, not intimidating at all. i could actually picture myself cramming there. nice.
i graduated wednesday afternoon. i was actually quite disappointed. don't ask why. but then i got really happy, 'cause something happened, someone came. wee.ü
as if things woudn't get any better hehehe.. ;p
we came home to the phone ringing. i paid no mind to it. then my mom called me, "ateneo daw"
all i can remember was "..we have changed your status from wait listed to accepted. you are now part of the loyola schools..."
blah, blah, blah...
sorry about the blabbing. i'm just reeally happy.ü
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she's in fashion. ooh. ooh. ooh.
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i miss glee club(sob). i miss quizzes. i miss mrs. adri's talk about nueva ecija(wahehe sagad naubos time namin s math nun eh, haha now you know the perfect way to skip a math quiz
i miss cramming for calculus. and math. and those endless useless essays sis. marissa made us do(major ngar-worthy). i miss lunchtime. and the hordes of people who go to the lockers, and me just looking at them as they passed by. i miss dismissal. and those long walks we had by the green chairs. i miss the school bus(believe it or not). i miss the endless asaran at alaskahan we had during the 20 minute or so ride home. 
