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Friday, October 10th, 2003
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4:47 pm - Yahoo! 2SMS
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Use the latest version of Yahoo! Messenger to send SMS to your friends' mobile phones and receive their responses -- all you need is their phone number! Some of the compatible operators are SMART, Globe (in the Philippines), Singtel (Singapore), etc. They even have an SMS tutorial. Great but when you reply to this SMS, the fee is 2.50 pesos. Chikka is around 2 pesos per reply for post paid subscribers like me. The latter is still cheaper but unlike the Yahoo! 2SMS, chikka can only be used in the Philippines. Jason uses the chikka often to send me SMS. Last month, my chikka bill was 63 pesos (roughly $1.10). Still cheaper than overseas SMS feature.
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| Wednesday, October 8th, 2003
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9:41 pm - What kind of thinker are you?
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Just as I expected
Intrapersonal thinkers:
* Spend a lot of time thinking about and trying to understand themselves
* Reflect on their thoughts and moods, and work to improve them
* You understand how your behaviour affects your relationships with others
Other Intrapersonal thinkers include
Sigmund Freud, Gandhi, Grahame Greene
Careers which suit Intrapersonal Thinkers include
Psychologist, Teacher, Pilot, Child care worker, Explorer, Drama therapist
Take the quiz here.
Currently Feeling: okay
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| Sunday, October 5th, 2003
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9:41 pm - Free polyphonic tones
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I've been trying to download "Waltz for the moon"(FF8), a free polyphonic ringtone from this site. But everytime I connect to gprs, I always have "no access to server". I can connect fine to other wap sites. Ugh, I must have that ringtone.
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| Saturday, October 4th, 2003
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9:44 pm - World Animal Day
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| Tuesday, September 30th, 2003
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9:44 pm - Philippine 1st Blog Awards
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I found this in my referrers. Uh, nimrodel.net is one of the 34 Finalists for Filipino Blog Site of the Year, Philippine 1st Blog Awards. Uh, but I don't consider nimrodel.net as a blog. *sigh* . It's an online journal. It's just that I think there is a difference between a weblog vs. journal Wait, isn't the appropriate word, "weblog" instead of "blog"? Isn't blog a verb? Too many contradictions.
Congrats to Sinta too . She's a finalist in Filipino Blogger of the Year and Blog Site of the Year.
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| Sunday, September 28th, 2003
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9:44 pm - StrangeBanana - computer-generated webpage design
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Iif you are not a graphic designer and don't have a talent for design, StrangeBanana can probably create a design better than what you can do yourself. At least it can do it quicker! StrangeBanana is a program that automatically creates graphic designs for webpages. If you're lucky, you might get great color combinations but more often than not, the design is ugly. The actual webpage consists of XHTML 1.0 code with an internal Cascading Style Sheet (CSS). What can you expect from random webpage designs?
But it was fun playing with the StrangeBanana generator.
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9:44 pm - crossposting test
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crossposting test to blurty from Tabulas
*edit
*yup it works
This is what I did:
1. enable blurty in the entry options
http://www.tabulas.com/private/entry.php?options
2. Once you do that...write an entry
3. When you post an entry, it will first appear in tabulas and below the "entries control panel " after hitting the "post entry" you should see this :
Congratulations!
Your entry has been successfully added to your journal!
If you made an error in your posting, go here and edit it!
Crossposting!
The forms below have been autogenerated from your recent Tabulas posting. Please feel free to review each submission and hit "Submit" in order to send the entry to other journaling services you may be signed up for.
4. Recheck your entry for proper time (sometimes it saves the previous entry's time) and then the submit button says "submit to blurty" .
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| Friday, September 12th, 2003
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1:27 am - my tabulas account
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http://www.tabulas.com/~Lauryn/. Get an account now. It's so cool.
As my friend, Daynah says:
Similar to Livejournal, but with more options. You can create a complete free site for yourself. Great for those who don't have domains or just want to get away. There's a page to add links, content pages, tagboard, a community, gallery, private/public entries, etc. There are no ads, and its free. Another thing I just found out... you can cross post to LiveJournal, DeadJournal, and/or Xanga automatically. Check it out! I just got mine today, so it's a bit empty, but you can see a sample of my page: http://www.tabulas.com/~daynah/
Free accounts are limited to 75 images for a gallery and do restrict certain features.
You can upgrade at $25 a year, and comes with:
» Access to a hit logging utility to track your Tabulas visitors
» Ability to manage multiple Tabulas accounts
» Ability to upload up to 300 images to your gallery
» Storage for unlimited CSS files and custom templates
» Up to 25 autolink creations
» Ability to backup your journal every 10 days
Read my friend's review. Get it while it's still new. Register
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| Sunday, July 27th, 2003
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11:54 am - So near!
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Wow. A coup d'etat in the Philippines. My second one at that! I had my first coup when I was three years old. The only thing I remember of it was that I was staying at the house next door, dying of total boredom because there was nothing on TV except soldiers marching up and down.
I should be worried now, though. I live only 3 minutes away from Ayala Center, where the soldiers placed bombs all over the place. I don't know if I will be affected if the bombs go off...not to be dramatic, but I'll probably die.
But I think I'll be relatively safe. My dad is sleeping contentedly right now, snoring and all, and he's the most paranoid person I know. He was hoarding food during New Year's Eve of the year 2000. So if he's not panicking at this moment, then I guess that means there's nothing to worry about. Yet.
No school tomorrow.
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7:43 am - Free .ph domain
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They're giving away free .ph domains at http://www.domains.ph/PromoDomainSelect.asp. Limited offer till August 31 and up to 3 domain names per nameholder. The catch is that the domain name has to be 18 and above characters long and to prevent domain hoarding, your site should have at least 90 unique hits per quarter. Hehe, well that's one hit a day. And to confirm you're a Philippine resident, they require you to SMS this certain number to complete the registration. The problem is the domain name will be harder to type out. But it's free for 5 years . Whoa, I didn't know .ph domain costs $35 .
So, I registered ProtagonistWebhosting.ph to point to my hosting site and http://fatedblogoflaurenandjason.ph to point to fated blog. Hehe.. but it's not working yet.
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| Tuesday, June 17th, 2003
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10:59 pm - Blockmates
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| Monday, June 16th, 2003
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10:27 pm - Boo-frickity-hoo
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My first day of college was....weird.
My biggest mistake was waking up at 7 a.m. for my 7:30 class. I assumed that I would get everything ready by 7:15, but being the slowpoke that I am in the morning, I finally left the dorm at around 7:20. I made my way across Katipunan Ave. to Gate 3 and just as I was about to enter, a woman with a microphone and a cameraman stopped me.
"Umm, excuse me, could we have a few moments of your time?"
Apparently, they wanted to ask me about stuff like what do I think about the traffic situation of Katipunan and if I approve of random drug testing among students. And do you know how I started off the interview? "It's my first day of college, and I'm very nervous." :P
Watch out for me in the news. I don't know what channel or time though; I stupidly forgot to ask.
So I went on my merry way to my English class at Berchman's Hall. And then...the ultimate college freshman's nightmare happened. I got lost.
Sure, finding Berchman's Hall was easy. It said in my schedule that my English class is supposed to be at B-306. But when I took a peek through the back door of the room, I saw a bunch of unfamiliar faces. So I went all the way down to B-206, thinking that I might have read the schedule all wrong. Even more unfamiliar faces! I made a mad dash to the restrooms, SMSed SOS messages to my English blockmates, and came thisclose to panicking. When I got no reply a few minutes later, I decided to risk looking like a stupid moron lost in the wrong class. I went back up to B-306 and apparently, I did go to the right room. A couple of people from another block joined our English class and sat at the back, which explained the presence of the unfamiliar faces. :P I was late, but our professor is this really nice effeminate guy with cool glasses and he said he'd forgive me for now because this is our first day. :)
Our next class was Introduction to Fiction. I thought that this would be my favorite class because what would be better than getting graded for reading and talking about books? But now I have mixed feelings about it. Our professor has the most annoying voice in the world. She reminds me of a lot of my teachers back in high school, who sound like they're trying way too hard to speak in English. To top it off, she actually assigned us homework on our first day of college. We have to write a bibliography of five reference books about fiction. Tell me--is that fair?!? NO! Especially because the stupid Ateneo library is being renovated at this most convenient time. I think the admin scheduled this renovation on the first few months of school purposely, just to torture us freshmen. Our prof said we could do our research at the UP library, so I made a mental note to do that after I get through all my classes.
I might have made a mistake when I thought that Environmental Science would be easy. Apparently, if you get a class standing of B, you get exempted from the final exam. So I guess that means our professor is rather fond of giving out Cs. :P Afterwards, I had Filipino class with my block and we took this really hellish diagnostic test that is bound to send me spiralling down to the lowest Filipino class. :P Looks like I'm gonna have to take up summer classes this year. :( After Filipino, I told Charlie I needed to go to UP to do some research, and since she needed to find this certain book for Biology, we took a jeepney to UP. My first jeepney ride in ages. We got dropped off at the entrance to the UP campus and walked allllll the way to the UP main library, only to find out that we couldn't get in because we aren't UP students. >:O We tried to get Charlie's best friend Laureen to get us in the main library and the library at the College of Education, but she didn't have her ID yet so we couldn't get it. Bah. I suppose I could try to browse through the library books at school tomorrow. If that can even be done. Anyway, we ended up hanging out at Laureen's boarding house and eating a lot of food at the co-op. >.< You know, I am so glad I don't study at UP. The food there is so good, I'd be overweight in a week!
Ooh, and I ran into Jill while I was getting my block pictures! I just had this feeling that I would see someone from LJ at school today. Hehehe.
Overall, my first day of school wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Thank God my first class tomorrow is at 11:30. I'm dying to sleep in!
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| Monday, June 9th, 2003
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6:23 pm - Welcome to reality
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Okay. So I was wrong. Registration wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
It was worse.
I got up at 5:15 a.m. and left at 6:00, thinking that I could beat the lines at registration by my early birdiness. To my chagrin, there was already a long line waiting for me at the college covered courts. At 6:30 in the morning!!! asfdslkfjsldkja. Met up with Paula and her Tamagochi-obsessed best friend, Mikki, at around seven-ish. And together with their other friends, we waited for the line to start moving. The RegCom (Registration Committee) people said that they would open the gates at 8 a.m., but we got to the covered courts at almost 9 a.m. Maybe it was because I gave up my place near the front of the line because Paula and Mikki didn't want to cut and I didn't want to wait all by myself. They should have just cut anyway because so many people were doing it. :P Maybe registration wouldn't have been the torture it has been if had only I insisted that they stay with me. In forty minutes, the line already reached the Church of Jesu (about a block away from where I was originally at). Sheesh.
There were several steps we had to go through during the registration. The first step was the one at the covered courts, where we had to get our registration forms. For the second step, we had to go to our respective waiting areas and choose our electives for P.E. and Science. Then we had to wait for our random number (which is printed in teeny tiny font at the bottom of the registration form) to be called so we could enlist our electives online. If you miss your turn, you have to wait for everyone to finish before you can enlist. By that time, all the easy subjects and good schedules will be taken and you are so fucked for the rest of the sem. Step Four is Assessment, where our tuition fee was computed in the room next to the online enlistment room. For Step Five, we had to go to the Sanggunian (student council) booth to submit our vote on whether or not smoking should be restricted or completely banned at the Ateneo. Step Six is the cashier; there are separate lines for cash and check. And Step Seven, the final step, is where you claim your ID.
Step One went smoothly, in spite of that extremely long wait. We took a quick break to fill in our registration forms, then Paula and I made our way to the Library steps which is our waiting area. This was when things took a turn for the worse. We asked someone from the RegCom where our random numbers were located. When she pointed out where Paula's was, I immediately searched for mine. There it was. In teeny tiny font. 000000000000000000000006.
Paula pointed to my number and asked the RegCom girl again, "Does this number mean that she's number six?"
RegCom Girl took one quick look at it and said, "Yes. You'd better go to the Social Science building before you miss your turn!"
And so I made a mad dash for the Social Science building. Well, what do you know. They were already in number 40. I wasn't really worried yet, because I thought I could still get away with being late. Which really wasn't my fault; I mean, how could I have known that I was sixth? And even if I did know I wouldn't have been able to make it because I had to wait to get my regform somewhere near the back of the line, fill it up, and make my way to the Social Science building. I asked the RegCom people if I could somehow get a turn like, right now, but they were like, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until everyone is done." I thought they meant that when everyone waiting was done, so I said okay. But then a nasty thought occured to me and I asked them again. "Umm, excuse me, but when you said that I have to wait for everyone...do you mean that I have to stay at the very, very end of the line?" And they were like, "Yes, you have to wait for everyone in the College of Social Sciences before you can have your turn." I was horrified. "How long will that take?" I asked. And they told me, "We're not sure. Probably until after lunch."
That's when I started to panic. Not only is "after lunch" around five hours away, but by that time all the good P.E. and science classes will be taken! I didn't want to be stuck with a crappy schedule or worse, be stuck with Chemistry or Physics instead of Environmental Science and Zoology for the rest of the sem! That will surely ruin my chances of getting good grades at college. I started to pray, "Please God, make me take up anything but Chemistry and Physics." I was very close to bursting into tears, but I didn't want to look like the big baby that I am. After getting all hysterical on the phone with my mom, I calmed down and went back to the RegCom people and asked them if there was anyone else I could talk to about enlisting online. They told me to go to this certain hall, which was a little far away, so I ran like mad not caring how stupid I looked because I would rather look stupid than get stuck with Physics or Chem. When I made it to that hall, I appealed my case to the RegCom people there. At first, they were unrelenting and told me that I have no choice but to wait for everyone to be done. But I kept explaining about how this wasn't really my fault that I got stuck with that random number and that I couldn't have possibly made it because it took me a long while to get my regform. I guess they could see that I was rather desperate because they finally called up the RegCom headquarters, and then they told me that people who have the random numbers 1-100 get first priority. :)
By the time I got to choose my electives, my body was so tired from all that running to and fro to buildings and such. When the lady at the computer asked me what P.E. I wanted, I said from out of nowhere, "I want to take up arnis." I think that my oxygen-deprived brain chose that for me because it would be so much easier to just whack people with a stick than do anything else for P.E. But if I had been thinking more clearly, I would never have chosen arnis because I think it is the most gai martial arts ever. I mean, any retard can whack people with a stick. If I were in my right mind, I would've gotten something like yoga, tai chi, or karate. But noooo. I had to act like a stupid idiot and pick the last martial arts I would ever take up. I walked away from the Social Sciences building feeling very pissed off at myself.
I went through the rest of the registration in auto-pilot. I was too tired to do anything more than read instructions, fall in line for long periods of time, hand over whatever papers I had to give, read instructions about where to go to next, and then ask the RegCom people where that place is located. By the time I got my ID, it was well over 1 p.m. and my feet were killing me. I hadn't seen Paula and Mikki since Step One, and I thought they had already accomplished everything way before I did because I had that little problem back in Step Two. To my surprise, Paula was still stuck at Step Two and Mikki I think, was at Step Four. Something like that. We had lunch at Cravings, which made me broke sooner than I'd like. :( I felt a lot better and a little less tired/bitchy afterwards though, because Paula and Mikki are very fun people to hang out with. I went back to my dorm to meet up my mom once lunch was over. At that moment, there was nothing else I wanted more than a nice warm shower, a pedicure, and hours and hours of sleep.
Well I just did the first two and pretty soon I will be able to get some sleep. Tonight's my last night of sleeping at home (until the weekend, anyway) because tomorrow, I'm staying at the dorm. Stupid Bayantel people have not yet installed the phone line in the room; therefore I won't have internet access or even a phone to call up people who will save me from dying of boredom in an empty dorm room. GRRR.
And here it is. The fruit of this morning's labor:
and my dorm:
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| Friday, May 30th, 2003
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11:07 pm - I should have listened to Scarlet's Walk a long time ago
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What can I say? It's feels hella good to be home.
Going to Punta Fuego in the middle of a typhoon is like getting a dish of melted ice cream on a hot summer day. What you have is already there, but not quite in the state you want it to be. I'm sure the place is very beautiful around April to mid-May, but do not go there on the months of June until whenever it stops raining. It was a little depressing. Everything was so gray! The sky, the water, even the grass and the trees seemed to lose their green-ness. The only saving grace was the smell of the saltwater. It was everywhere we went, even in our casita. The smell wasn't very strong; it was just right, like really mild perfume, and somehow that felt very relaxing.
So what exactly did we do there? Well, my sister and I made pa-cute to all the guys in our swimsuits in that freezing cold weather (not!). I had a massage at the spa. I ate a lot. I watched movies. I was supposed to go to the gym to work out and get rid of all my excess calories, but it's hard to get around Punta Fuego without getting wet because it's obviously a summer place and they hardly have any roofs or anything outside. So by the time I got to the gym I was wet, cold, and bitchy. I tried to open the door to the gym, only to find out that it was locked. All that getting wet for nothing. Grrrrr. What's a girl to do? I marched back to the casita, got out the Playstation2, and became re-addicted to The Sims. If someone doesn't save me I will waste away in front of the TV from playing that game.
Our vacation wasn't really all that bad, though. I just wished the weather could've been better. Why, why, why did it have to rain? When we were at Cebu three years ago the sun was still there. But it's still quite odd how the rainy season started on the day my brother died. That night, it rained really hard.
Traffic was horrible today. Our house is only five minutes away from the South Super Highway toll gate but the traffic was so terrible, it took us another extra hour to get home. o_O I'm just happy that I'm warm and dry here in the computer room, and that my house is still in one piece. I picked up a newspaper this morning (for the first time in months) and I was so horrifed when I read about all those people typhoon Chedeng killed. It's funny how I only thought of it as a mere irritation, like a speck of dirt on white pants, something that ruined my vacation plans. Whereas so many people in this country saw the storm as something that wrecked their homes and killed their loved ones. Man, am I a pampered, insensitive bitch. And for some reason I was in a newspaper-reading mood today because I actually read the damn thing from cover to cover. Even the entertainment section. So anyways, now I'm back to resuming whatever activities I like doing (namely, talking to Jason :P).
Oh, and awesome news. My best friend Angelica got out of the waitlist of UP Los Banos. She is now a UP student!!! :D I'm so happy for her. Hehehe. All summer she was really worried that she would end up at CSB. Heh. I love how we both got into better univerisites than the people from our high school who used to torment us for speaking in English all the time. :P She's going to stay at a coed dorm, I'm jealous. And I heard that UPLB is a real party place. Well, good for her. I always tell her that she needs to go out more.
For some strange reason I'm actually excited about college now.
Pictures and photography stint below:
Punta Fuego
Taal Vista
Scavenger Hunt Photolog
( Photography stint )
current mood:  happy
current music: Sweet Sangria - Tori Amos
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| Sunday, May 25th, 2003
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11:07 pm - I think I'm lost in a place called CSR Makati
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Yay! I finally got my ORSEM (Freshmen Orientation Seminar) pack today. So I guess that means my acceptance really wasn't an error in Ateneo's part. :P I'm still feeling rather terrified about going to college. I wonder what sort of state my mind would be in right now if I did get accepted to a US college this year. o.O Makes me a feel very thankful that my university is only an hour and a half away from my house. At least I won't be making that big of an adjustment.
My IQ must have gone down several points during my last two months of bumming around. The first thing I thought when I opened the ORSEM brochure was, "What? We have to wear yellow? But yellow is such an unflattering color!" See, for some strange reason we have to wear color-coded shirts according to the college you are in. On the first day, those who are going to the College of Social Sciences have to wear yellow. I'm not happy about it of course but when I look at the silver lining, wearing yellow is hella better than wearing green. :P Still stressing over what to wear for the ORSEM. I don't own any yellow tops. :P I guess I'll just forget about being fashionable for once and borrow something from my sister. I haven't tried her yellow tops on yet but it will look obvious that they aren't mine because my sister is a little bigger than me and I'm sure that the cloth will bulge out at all the wrong places.
See? See??? I can't believe I'm still worrying about what to wear! I thought I should be way over that by now? I mean, clothes aren't supposed to be that big of a deal anymore.
Shameless plug: Made a new layout for my website, featuring some candid pictures I took of my kitty at night.
current mood: fat
current music: Secret - Madonna
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| Wednesday, May 21st, 2003
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8:03 pm - The myth called "Friendship"
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Glaiza's debut is the first debut I've ever gone to with Angelica, so after more than a month of not seeing each other, we met up at the mall this afternoon to buy her a present. If there's one thing I can be big on, it's presents. No, I don't have loads of money that I can spend on my friends, but the thing is, I never leave the mall until I find the perfect present for the person who is having his/her birthday. Even if it takes me hours and hours, even if I have never gotten a present from that person, I'd still insist on getting him/her a good present anyway. I don't know why. I guess it's just another one of my idiosyncrasies.
It took us almost two hours, but eventually Angelica and I decided on something. We ended up spending more money than we planned for Glaiza though, and as we left Beauty Bar I started wondering if maybe I should stop being so generous in the presents department. I mean, what has Glaiza ever done for me? Sure, she can be fun to go out with. And I like how she does my hair and makeup when we go to parties and stuff. But she can be really catty and shallow and kind of airheaded. I don't know why I insisted that we get her something from Beauty Bar, when we could've just gotten her something cheaper from another place. Although I have long forgiven Glaiza for the way she backstabbed me back in junior year (oh, the high school drama!), I have never gotten that incident out of my mind. Once my rage was already spent, I realized that you can't really count on your "friends" to be true to you. That friendship is only a myth. For me, anyway. So I still don't know what made me want to get something nice for Glaiza's birthday, even if she treated me that way.
At home, I took the card out that came with the gift bag so that I could write a message in it. But when I glanced at the front of the card as I untied the ribbon, I stopped what I was doing to read what was written on it. "The beauty of giving," it said. I read it twice before breaking into a small grin, and as I wrote the birthday greeting I didn't feel so bad about putting so much money and effort into getting her a good present anymore.
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The debut was supposed to be a "semi-formal". And because Angelica and I are extremely good at following instructions, we ended up being the most overdressed people there. :P Some of Glaiza's friends from school showed up and they were dressed like they were gonna go clubbing or something, which made us feel a little silly in our dresses. But it was worth it anyway; I know we looked good. The people from school did end up clubbing somewhere in Malate afterwards. They asked me if I wanted to come with them but I declined, since Malate isn't really my kind of place and there's probably zero people there on a Tuesday night.
It's funny because until now, I still feel very awkward around people from school who aren't in my circle of friends. And it's so weird because it doesn't feel like we're all gonna go to college a few weeks from now. In the back of my mind, I still expect that I'll be going to the same old building, and seeing the same old faces in June. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm still trapped in the melodramatic world of high school. All my insecurities and fears of people are still here with me. I wonder when they will finally go away.
( Skip this if you think Lauren is a skinny little bitch who whines too fucking much about trivial things. )
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current mood:  sleepy
current music: Ignition (remix) - R. Kelly
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| Friday, May 16th, 2003
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6:26 pm - Life is only as good as the memories we make
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Matrix Reloaded and popcorn with Chris in a few hours! :D He bought three tickets a few days ago, thinking that Stephen would be able to come with us like always. Unfortunately Chris forgot that like always, Stephen already made plans before we could let him know about ours. Both of us assumed that it would be easy to find someone to take his place. Boy, we were so wrong.
Chris and I spent several hours sending text messages to people who we are relatively close to in our phone book. We didn't expect it would be so difficult to find someone to come along with us. Apparently, everyone else we know a) has already seen it today, b) has already made plans to see it tomorrow/next weekend/some other day, c) were not allowed to go out by their parents, or d) has no transportation.
"You know what? I just realized something," Chris said.
"What?"
"I don't have as many friends as I thought I did."
I laughed. "Hey, that's funny. I was thinking the same thing too! It's like, I have so many names listed in my phone book. But only a few of them are friends I am comfortable enough around with to ask to come along to a movie. Most of them are just acquaintances or something. People you like being with at parties, but not anywhere else."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too," Chris said. He sighed. "That's why I'm not so sad about leaving for the States. It's like, what am I gonna leave behind anyway? Nothing but a bunch of friends I will probably forget once I get there. There are only a handful of people who I'm gonna really miss and would like to keep in touch with."
If there's one thing I'll always remember, it's when he told me a couple of days ago that he would never forget Stephen and me, because we were his first real friends back during his "antisocial" days. Man, I am really going to miss that guy. I feel sad just thinking about it. And that's something, because other than Celina, Chris is the only other friend I feel truly sad about losing. Well, it's not like we're never gonna talk to each other again, but sending e-mails is a very far cry from hanging out with each other. is definitely one of the very few people out there who are friends for keeps. Even if we're a bit different from each other. Even if he can be a little insensitive, the way most guys are. Even if I feel awkward about being emotional around him. There's just something about him that makes me break into an instant grin the moment he goes, "Hey Laur, what's up?" Very few people have that effect on me.
It's a major bummer, seeing him go. I wonder if I'll ever find another friend like Chris again?
Anyways, in the end I asked my sister to come along with us. In spite of our differences, and the slight sibling rivalry between us, I don't mind her being there at all. She's not an airhead like most fifteen year olds are, and Chris said he thinks she's cool. Most younger sisters are so annoying, you want to strangle them already. Not my sister. So yeah. Matrix Reloaded and popcorn in a few hours! I can't wait. ^_^
current mood:  touched
current music: Tribute - Tenacious D
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| Thursday, May 15th, 2003
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2:01 pm - Photos
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| Monday, May 12th, 2003
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2:27 pm
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 The May 10 Daily Grind coincided with the May Day project. Check out my photolog here.
By the way, I arrived home last night. Our vacation was cut short because my grandpa had to go to the hospital. Oh well. I bought what I had to buy and did what I had to do so I'm not really complaining much.
In other news, Chris got accepted into Boston University. I'm real happy for him, but I will miss him a lot. Seriously. He's leaving on September but I think he'll still be able to attend the first sem of Ateneo, so at least I'll be able to spend some time with him before he goes. Still. :( Why is everyone except me going to the States this year?!
current mood: cheerful
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| Wednesday, May 7th, 2003
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8:46 am
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I played basketball, badminton, and swam laps. All in one afternoon. I feel fit, but tired. Go me!
However, I reckon walking will be such a bitch the moment I wake up tomorrow. My legs are already starting to ache. And for some reason I have a small but painful and nasty-looking bruise on my left knee.
Some random thoughts:
* Basketball. I'm not a pro or anything, but it was evident during P.E. class that I am better than the average girly-girl who has never held a basketball in her hand. However, I don't like playing against guys. Mainly because I am sooooooooo much lousier than they are. :P I kept shooting air balls, and it was very embarassing because it was caught on camera by my seemingly aspiring film-director cousin. Ugh. And I hate how guys do all these show-offy moves! My cousins aren't the macho-macho type of guys, but whenever they play sports all the testosterone flows and I just can't stand it. :P
* Smokers. Today I finally realized how extremely irritating cigarette smoke can be. Especially if the source of the smoke, aka the smoker, doesn't seem to give a damn about the people s/he are affecting. After I took a shower, I went to join everyone else in the poolside dining area. A guy and a girl were seated at the table beside us, and they were smoking. Normally I would've paid zero attention to them, but I was already starting to get an allergy attack since the smell of my sister's shampoo was too strong for my sensitive nose. (For some reason strong smells, particularly perfume, give me these awful sneezing attacks.) And since the wind was blowing their smoke towards our direction, the smell--the awful, smoky smell--started tickling my nostrils, threatening to make me explode in a series of wet sneezes. I dunno how I managed to control myself but I ended up not having the allergy attack. Still, the cigarette smoke was pissing me off. Fortunately, I find it very hard to get pissed off around my cousins, and after a while I decided that dwelling on it won't do me any good. It seemed to take an eternity, but eventually they left, and I could breathe normally again. I suppose this afternoon's experience was the karmatic consequence I had to take since I broke my principles of no-smoking before. Never again.
* Conyos/what conyos sound like. The smokers on the table next to us were speaking like conyos and in my mind I started to think, "Damn these fucking conyos I'm gonna kick their asses if they don't stop blowing their fucking smoke my way." I held that thought though, because it occured to me that it's really dumb to assume that someone is conyo just because of the way they speak. I've been told that I talk like a conyo, and I guess that's why people at my high school used to think I'm a snob. But just because I speak the way I do doesn't automatically mean that I am a conyo. I haven't even set foot in Wasabi yet. But then again, the two people in the table next to us talked in very sing-songy English. Medyo OA na. I only have an accent, I think. That doesn't mean I'm conyo though...right? Right????
* ( I find it strange how I look like a chinita in these photos. )
current mood: accomplished
current music: Strange Condition - Pete Yorn
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