So I'm watching Wowowee (I know, so pinay) at this hour and since the -ber (Septemberrrrr) months are coming in, they're starting to celebrate Christmas and it reminded of how my neighbor in the Philippines would play Christmas jingles even when it was only the first week of September, I mean I guess it just shows how big of a celebration Christmas for the pinoys. So let me be the first one to greet you, Maligayang Pasko po :)
But before all that, I just wanted to thank everyone who wished me happy birthday. thanks loves.
thanks for the presentssss. This one unfortunately reminded Wilson of me. And I thought I always had a smile on my face.
Wilson: What's wrong? Me: I'm old. Wilson: Huh? Me: My birthday is coming up Wilson: Why are you sad? Me: I'll be 19. ewwwwwwwww.
A text message woke me up today saying "Happy Birthday :)", and my reaction: "awww.... wait, what?! it's my bday?" I know, it's pretty sad, I knew my birthday was coming up but it caught me off guard still. I kept forgetting it was my birthday. I bumped into Esha today and she greeted me happy birthday, and I greeted her happy birthday back (she's 7 days older than me) but I kept forgetting it was my birthday today. I kept feeling it was a special day, but I kept forgetting what the occasion was until text messages on my phone reminded me it was my birthday. My mom planned a family party even though I kept telling her I didn't want anything special. Families and friends of families gathered while I was still in San Francisco with Rose celebrating my birthday at Jollibee. I tried to avoid the family gathering as much as I could, strollin and shopping around SF shopping centre. But I had to get home eventually. Love the fambam, hate birthday parties. (when its my bday). Rose made me feel better about my age, well hardly. I asked her how it felt to be 20 (non-teenager). She told me she didn't feel old at all. I realized, I didn't have to act old and I didn't have to feel old. I mean, I still do act like a child (hello kitty obsessions and teletubbies and all.) until I noticed the number when people asked me for my age. (19. old assss!) I feel betterrr about it, I mean that is not a face of an old woman. RIGHT ?! But time's still flying fast. Should I start my search for a husband? I shall. jk. i think.
All in all. It's really been a great birthday week.
It's almost that time again. Time for a new school year (at least for me), so I went to see a counselor to review the classes I've chosen to make sure they're the right pre-reqs for nursing today. I hate talking to counselors because I always come out sad and discouraged, overwhelmed with all the crap I still have to go through before I get that damn nursing license, or maybe the counselors I see just really suck at their job. This one I went to see today was the worst though, he just kept talking about the negative stuff, like the fact that nursing is a very competitive field and grades below B wouldn't give anyone a chance to get in to any nursing programs, and how schools take advantage of the demand that they give very little financial aid, so only those who are really passionate about it would spend so much just to become a nurse. Yea, like I'm already not scared enough with all these pre-req science classes, asshole. I mean I know it's reality but shit, sugarcoat it a little. I knew I should have waited for my regular counselor. I needed a pick-me-up after that meeting, so I stopped by at my favorite bookstore, the Borders at Market St, to get myself my usual caramel mocha, and I have a crush on one of the guys who works there. What's a better pick-me-up than a grande caramel mocha, a self-help book (Chicken Soup for the College Soul, I love those Chicken Soup books!) and an eyecandy? si? Well, my eyecandy wasn't really there, I guess he was pretty busy but the assistant manager, however, was trying to get my attention which was pretty awkward. I went back to the East Bay after a couple of hours and met up with Pierre. We've been planning to kick it since last year but we never had the chance to, and since he got back for the summer we've been planning to do something every week but none of them would ever come through. We didn't do nothing really, we just talked. We talked for a very long time about everything! From politics to relationships to strippers.. I haven't had a good conversation like that in a while. So it was a lot of fun. He hasn't changed much, besides the fact that he drives a motorcycle now, walking in to Starbucks with his leather motorcycle jacket and his helmet. showoff. And still sometimes refers to himself in the third person. pfsssh.
Oh. Julie, my baby, is back on xanga, and she somehow blames me for it. Check it >>
YO. =) It's August. But I'm sure ya'll already know that. I was too lazy to blog; I was going to rant about August, how it's my birthday month, which means I'll be a year older this month. That really sucks. I know it's odd that I'm not excited to be a year older when I'm really only turning 19, most can't really wait until they turn 21. I don't see anything exciting to look forward to it. The way I see it, there is never nothing exciting to look forward to from adulthood. I stopped counting down days for my birthday when I realized being a kid was easier, when candies were able to stop me from crying, and when band-aid was all I needed to cure a wound. Besides that, I am terrified of aging. I had a phone conversation with Ryan a couple of nights ago (Hi Ryan!) about my fear of aging and how I've actually been acting like and old ass biatch, declining clubbing and party invitations. Friends tell me all the time to enjoy myself now that I'm young, none of those talks ever hit me like my Aunt's did. She was inviting/forcing me to go to Reno with them this week for Hot August Nights Car Show because they're getting free hotel rooms, but I denied the invitation over and over again as she invited me over and over again. She finally stopped when I told her a little lie, that my classes begin soon and I can't afford to miss a day. : ) Anyway, she attempted to convince me once again by telling me to enjoy life now that I'm still a young, so I won't regret it when I get old and when it's all too late. It hit me, she's right; but I'm still not going to that damn car show. (sorry I'm ranting, I'm dozing off but I gotta finish what I've started.) So, yea. ugh it's August. But hey! OLYMPICS are coming up! Yayy!
Oh. I went to SF today to run a couple of errands and went to downtown SF to shop with Phea. But that shopping trip became a family affair. Phea's cousin and sister decided to come with us, and then the little brother started crying 'cause he wanted to go with us, so their mom decided to come along. It was..awkwardly fun. I couldn't understand their language, and when they talked to each other it seemed like they were cursing the hell out of each other, with fast and loud talks, but I'm sure they weren't fighting.. I think. But yea, that was a little awkward, but it was fun. :) And her little brother wouldn't leave me alone, apparently I was his new girlfriend. lol. I passed out once I got home, I had only 2 hours of sleep the night before. I hate my circadian rhythm.
Here's an inspiration for the Filipino people. I love this music video, and the song. It's sooo freaaaking powerful.
special day, but I kept forgetting what the occasion was until text messages on my
What's a better pick-me-up than a grande caramel mocha, a self-help book (Chicken Soup for the College Soul, I love those Chicken Soup books!) and an 
since last year but we never had the chance to, and since he got back for the summer we've been planning to do something every week but none of them would ever come through. We didn't do nothing really, we just talked. We talked for a very long time about everything! From 
I haven't had a good conversation like that in a while. So it was a lot of fun. He hasn't changed much, besides the fact that he drives a motorcycle now, walking in to Starbucks with his leather motorcycle jacket and his helmet. showoff. 
And still sometimes refers to himself in the third person. pfsssh. 
, my baby, is back on xanga, and she somehow blames me for it. 
turning 19, most can't really wait until they turn 21. I don't see anything exciting to look forward to it. The way I see it, there is never nothing exciting to look forward to from adulthood. I 
Oh. I went to SF today to run a couple of errands and went to downtown SF to shop with Phea. But that shopping trip became a family affair. Phea's cousin and sister decided to come with us, and then the little brother started crying 'cause he wanted to go with us, so their mom decided to come along. It was..awkwardly fun. I couldn't understand their language, and when they talked to each other it seemed like they were cursing the hell out of each other, with fast and loud talks, but I'm sure they weren't fighting.. I think. But yea, that was a little awkward, but it was fun. :) And her little brother wouldn't leave me alone, apparently I was his new girlfriend. lol. I passed out once I got home, I had only 2 hours of sleep the night before. I hate my circadian rhythm. 