Every girl's future dream consists of a long white gown, an altar, and a fine young man waiting for her as she walks down the isle. No matter how frigid a woman may be, there's still a passionate persona inside her wanting a lifetime partner to whom she will initially exchange vows with. As for me, I'm as young as blooming flower (see? Just by comparing myself to a flower, I felt young). The thought of having someone pop 'the question' in front of me has occurred but I'm not yet expecting it, and maybe still not in a couple of years. SO, if you think I got married you are undoubtedly wrong. I am a freakin seventeen-year old struggling through college, you think I have time to get married? I don't even have my driver's license yet :))

When you put a happy girl on a pedestal and she loses her balance, she is most likely to grieve about her fall.

Whatever happened to 'Happiness is a choice'?

It's the freaking 8th of December? Gee. Where did all the time go?

According to C.S. Lewis, the future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

For the past week, what I have achieved at that rate is my final paper about "The holiday season's effect on prices of goods and consumer behavior". This week, my business case paper about a falling business called 'Print Shop', a report about a fictitious company with multiple databases and a research paper about Maggi Magic Sarap for marketing. For next week, final exams about math, economics, accounting and more math.

To quote what my Marketing professor said,

"You can always transfer if you no longer feel welcomed by your course. That's if you feel like a you're a people person and not just someone who makes love to a calculator" - Ms. Acosta

If this is future, how could one be possibly motivated? I don't know, I'm a pretty confused person. I'm supposed to be living the dream, a beautiful dream that turned into a horrible nightmare. How could an insipid future be looked forward to? And since when did this party girl become miss-all-academic-and-no-fun?

This year, a Christmas wish= a term with no heart-breaking failures + Christmas break free of academics + a good schedule for next term. Oh please, I don't wanna be having classes until 9pm. I'm having a very stressful and relatively sad pre-Christmas. Although, this will be my first Christmas having someone to cuddle and exchange a romantic gift with. The secret recipe to happiness is to always think that even in the darkest hour, there may be light.

I am not rightful to be called cheerful as of now. Strangely, my perky side has wandered off and decided not to come back until after some time. I am no longer miss pocket of sunshine, I am as cranky as a nimbus cloud.

Although, there are what you call life's simple joys. You know what they say, big things come in small packages.

The wish for joyous traditions will very soon be fulfilled. I'm one sticker away from a planner that would manipulate my 2010. I promised myself I'd get one before December starts. Triple hoorahs for me! I'm just weird like that. A planner for me is a necessity. It is where I place my agendas that I wouldn't even forget but still choose to write down. The vibrant colors of my felt tip multi-colored Staedtlers marked so neatly on those pages make me want to do my boring homeworks . I get this feeling that if I couldn't design reality, then here's this planner I could turn into a scrapbook and look at on a daily basis. My professor saw my 2009 planner and said with a straight face and solid sarcasm, 'Ano bang ginagawa mo sa buhay mo iha?'


Of course you know this place. The Ayala Museum is where my classmates and I attended a lecture about Chastity Covers, Phallic Implements, and The Boxer Codex. I know it sounds drop dead boring but we only had to spend an hour listening. It was actually funny. Ambeth Ocampo the speaker slash writer showed us drawings of his students from Ateneo when he asked them to draw the infamous 'penis'. If you're wondering, the girls drew too and theirs were even more detailed. It was a good talk, and I actually got lucky and was one (literally one as in the first) to be called as one of the nine lucky winners out of the many hundreds of Superman Rizal shirts (that when worn makes me look like a sack of rice). I also got the free book recently launched by Ambeth Ocampo autographed. Tell me who the geek is.


Horror movies for a double date? Quite thrilling but not considerably joyous. This is just too realistic for a movie I would appreciate. It scared me to death that I don't know how to put myself to sleep tonight. They made the whole movie appear to be caught on amateur video purposely that it made me so dizzy to watch some parts. But the movie still didn't fail to make our hearts drop. Do you know how heartbreaking it is to have nearby audiences so scared to death, literally? When the movie ended, a grandma was crying out of fright and a girl on the side was so shocked by the ending that she was staring into thin air not standing up while everybody else was going out of the cinema. The impact is just weird, so if you haven't watched it yet, it's time to snag a seat inside the movie house.



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Soooo, has the spirit of Christmas visited you already?

Is it because of...

Lack of inspiration... oh please, every inch of me is armed and loaded with that.

Heartbroken... nah, with a lover like JP, will I ever be? Besides, if I were, I'd probably be torturing this blog with emotional crap.

Busy... majoring in Finance isn't easy, but I admit I cut classes to the point that the study freaks would think I'm losing my path. But hey, I still get good grades.

Got a lot in mind... since it's my first time enrolling as an 'irregular', I feel as if God's punishing me for a mortal sin I have not even committed. Come on, how fucked up could my schedule for next term be? Classes until 9pm? Beat that for a year-starter.

Obsessive-compulsive... got that right. Since I'm sick of my blog's theme, and too lazy to make a new one, I won't blog or even visit my blog too often unless I get everything organized.


Oh well, I've got a schedule to save. Bye.

One relationship lesson I have learned from Gossip Girl is that people don't really change, at the end of the day you'll realize that you're still yourself. But no matter how captivating GG appeals to our teenage hearts, once in a while reality gets in the way. I know it's mega cliche but change is constant. No matter how the camera defies true emotions by making us look happy in these photos, it wouldn't do more than just make us look like party people whose parents are not strict and have enough cold cash to buy buckets of beer and unlimited shots of Tequila from an unjustifiably expensive bar. Well not exactly, that's a bit beyond us (albeit we wanna be all that and more, haha. Who wouldn't want that?) Yesternight doesn't stand a chance against our last night out. The only thing I remember before our night has ended was what Liz said "It's not the same." We were there to have fun, so we didn't bother to have a certain methodology as to how we defeated our purpose.

It was almost midnight. After our small crowd has dispersed and I was the only one left from the group, I walked towards Starbucks and grabbed myself a cup of hot chocolate and my all-time favorite cinnamon swirl. Then I realized, 'hey it's almost Christmas'. The planners are out once again, and I thought about our night and told myself "Next time shall be one heck of a ride."