musique :: /t.A.T.u./ they're not gonna get us
mood :: really sleepy.
chow :: hello panda
i won't have much to say, for i plan to go right back to sleep. maybe sometime else.
i got home at 3.30a from yesterday's (slash today's) night out. we were dancing at Blue Onion 'til 2.30a, i think.
i'm not strung out. just sleepy. i didn't drink much, just 2 bottles of vodka ice.
the mixer was playing techno musique all night. turns out that my kind of music isn't that obscure, for they played it there. i never liked that track by /milky/ just the way you are, but when the dj mixed it in, it was pretty neat.
i still have traces of eyeliner, even after i've washed my face twice. i need cold cream. we ran out.
anyway, i'm tired. more later..? maybe. 『좀』JOM [5:01:00 PM]
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[ 2.22.2003 ]
*beautiful/lazy
musique :: /evanescence/ bring me to life
mood :: nonchalant
chow :: oreo choco
for about a month now, i've been trying to do a layout change. well, i did one, but i'm not gonna put it up yet. i still haven't fixed those bugs.
anyway, i'm home alone with my shobe again. right after my dad left, i asked her whether it'll be okay if we had instant noodles for lunch. why is that? because beautiful/lazy doesn't know how to cook. (o:
i know i'm all inept when it comes to these situations, but i try the best i can. thank god for the microwave oven and the rice cooker. because if the tin can queen gets hungry later, there's ready-to-eat luncheon meat i can pop in and heat. 『좀』JOM [8:32:00 PM]
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[ 2.21.2003 ]
i'm trying to see if this'll work. 『좀』JOM [10:37:00 PM]
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[ 2.15.2003 ]
*omi-freakin-god.
musique :: /DB Boulevard/ point of view
mood :: devastated chow :: m&ms
i didn't make it. i'm too dumb for the University of the Philippines. *prepares the box of tissues again* all hell breaks loose. this is it. what i've aimed for all my life. reality bites. part of me wants to be in denial and be all quixotic. but i don't think i was even waitlisted. I didn't get in. I have to deal with it. when i got home last Monday, i sent my dad a msg through SMS. i said i was sorry that i haven't made the cut. and then he replies, "Okay lang yun, anak. 7% lang ang nakapasa." (That's okay, child. Only 7% did.) in a way, those 9 words were very comforting. it was as if he was saying, "They accepted a very few number of applicants. It's their fault."
my dad always says the right things.
we're not close at all, and he's never been supportive of school events, but he never fails to show how proud he is to have me as his daughter.
i've been to UPCAT (U.P. College Admission Test) review classes for 2 consecutive years. back when i was an incoming high school junior, and when i had two more weeks before i actually take the UPCAT. this is how much not getting accepted in UP means to me. i know i'm exaggerating, but i feel like my future's being jeopardized. as if not getting accepted in UP would turn me into a hermit overnight.
i passed the University of Santo Thomas entrance exams, and i think that's where i'm headed.
because hell would freeze over before my dad finally gives in and let me study at De La Salle University.
and eggs would have to grow hair before you see me enrolling at AMA. 『좀』JOM [5:28:00 PM]
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