Friday, November 3 x 11:34 PM

i SHOULD count my blessings, shouldn't i? i was just reading someone else's blog, and his/hers was so full of happy bullshit (when i know for a fact it's just a put-on [lies.. somebody's been naughty, santa's not going to be pleased..]), and mine's so full of emo crap when i have so much to be happy about. so let's call a spade a spade, shall we?

"and you'll fall asleep
counting your blessings..."

yep, it's christmas in starbs. i went in this morning and it was all christmasy goodness.. completely different from what it looked like when i left last night. according to rhea (whose last day in jupiter's on sunday.. :'c) she, iya, pops and beejay stayed till 3am to decorate. good job guys. :) hmm.. maybe i could suggest that they put mistletoe somewhere inside..

marvin and kim duped me into thinking marvin had a picture in the planner.. and gullible little me believed them. boo. ;p

last saturday, i was supposed to have a full day. coffee in the morning with dianne and hs friends, lunch with wesh and eddie in shang, costume designing with dianne in the afternoon, coffee with ninna, and a costume party at temple with kay. but what did i do?..

i slept. the whole freaking day.

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not-so mental note to self: buy a new keyboard for this pc. and a new mouse too. this computer looks so sucky compared to my brothers' pc.

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work is fine, i'm just waiting for the proposals from market! market! and festival mall, and for our fedex account to be approved. then it's *almost* smooth sailing from there. ok, not so smooth. that means that i'll be swamped with the work i can't do while the proposals and account are pending.

you know what's worse than being swamped with work?

not having much to do.

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a quotable quote from the insightful movie harold and kumar:

(after harold chickens out of talking to maria, his OOA)
kumar: you're worthless, man.
harold: i'm not worthwhile.

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things between my crush and myself are fine. actually, they're pretty good. he's been less moody, more friendly and consistent nowadays. but friendly and consistent may be colored in an entirely new context.

i think he sees me as a little sister.

oh the tragedy! it hasn't been confirmed, but i've been wondering about that for quite some time. i mean, constantly picking on each other could mean that:

a) we have a really kindergarten way of showing that we like each other
b) we're comfortable enough with each other
c) i'm the little sister he never had / got to pick on

although we do have our serious moments too. come to think of it, i think he's the only person with whom i've had a serious, heartfelt conversation with. and by conversation, i mean that we both shared personal thoughts and feelings with each other.

but then, i don't want to fool myself into thinking that i'm special. i'd like to think that i'm a friend. :)


yeah, i missed blogging. :)