I Want to Turn a Few Things Around

But if i do... i won't know what would've happened if i just let it flow.
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Been Through Hell and Back... again and again...

pero walang HELL sa GOODEARTH!

RUNNY NOSE = UNPRODUCTIVE DAY

I did not study at all. Did not even touch anything that is school-related. It gets worse and worse. Having a runny nose is bad in itself, toss in the idea of having to take an exam with it and the inconvenience of bringing with you a pack of tissue and blowing your nose promptly just to make sure that you dont gross other people out... To top it all off, I have to go to UST for my sister's entrance exam.

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and I don't mind going to UST with her. But the pollution in Manila... god, just thinking of it makes my nose itch a li'l more.

Btw, I went through hell and back again yesterday. Had to take TWO exams, LAND TITLES and Criminal Law. [Well, I know a lot of people might react like, "2 exams? and she's whining? what a brat!" but I have the right to impose what I feel think I felt.. this is my blog after all] It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. In fact, God was really on my side because well, I think I studied the right things this time. Just keepin' my fingers crossed. To reward ourselves for surviving a very exhausting day, we went to GOODEARTH and each sort of got to unwind. Just drank a bottle of beer, my brother was actually teasing me about it because "ONE BEER" is a shameful-shameful number for bottles of beer drank. Hehe. Anyways, we got to hangout with our newly-acquired Starbucks study-buddy Patring, Tipin and Jake. Garin also graced us with her presence, together with some of her friends.

It's amazing how women can talk about the silliest of things... in front of a poor guy [Carlo]. Girl stuff. Comparison of the "babies". I wonder what went through his mind. Haha.

[while waiting for a cab]
Euns: We're waiting lang for a cab... wag tayong magpasagasa. Ang sad non.
Ana: Euns, alam mo kung ano ang mas sad? If you die UNTOUCHED.
Euns: [shocked look]
Ana: I was gonna say If you die a virgin but i wouldnt have the same effect as the word UNTOUCHED.
Euns: Saan 'to nanggagaling?

A Li'l

It's that time of the year again, when it's a li'l cooler and a li'l spookier and people are a li'l more open to the idea of falling in love... of falling out of love... or of just falling.

Bohemian Sariling Kayod

Hazel: Kelan mo kinuha itong mga pictures na'to?
Euns: Pag-uwi ko galing exams.
Ces: Yes, ok din ang paraan ng relaxation a.
Hazel: Mag-isa ka lang?
Euns: Oo.
Hazel: Paano?
Euns: Self-timer.

Getting ready for the beach ang drama...

Lumindol diba?

Kasi imposible naman na nalasing ako a bottle of San Mig Light after.

I'm Cursed

I just realized that almost all of the guys in the lawschool whom I have desired in one way or another are all kind of gone. I cannot specifically enumerate their names but it's so creepy that I have to warn guys not to look too yummy in my eyes. haha.

They Should Name a Gender After You...

This particular scene made me cry tonight. I don't know, I was just overwhelmed by how bittersweet the whole thing was.

John Clasky: Well. Well, if it's anything on your end, imagine over here. Scratch that. The last thing you want to hear is someone going off on your looks.
Flor Moreno: Don't be crazy. Tell me EVERY detail.
John Clasky: Okay. Okay, I will.
Flor Moreno: [Settles in to listen. Places chin in hand] Uh-hmm.
John Clasky: They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn't do it. Staring is the only way that makes any sense. And trying not to blink, so you don't miss anything. And all of that, and you're YOU.
[nervous laugh]
John Clasky: I mean...
[looks down]
John Clasky: Look, forgive me. It's just you are DROP DEAD, CRAZY GORGEOUS! So much so that I'm actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
Flor Moreno: [Whisper] Soon, please.

Solitary Emotional

I hate moodswings. I get irritated with people who impose their moodswings on other people. I hate it when I feel compelled to be depressed too. I am not a big fan of heart to heart talks. I am not into confrontations. I don't really "hate-hate". But it's only because I'm too emotionally weak.

But I am emotional. A solitary emotional... err, emotional loner. I can "analyze" my life to death. Wounded souls are happy people on the outside. When you feel sure of what something is all about, be prepared to be negated by supervening facts.

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Depressingly Sweet

You can smile all day, laugh all day, dance around all day until that particular moment. That particular instance when you close your eyes right before you sleep... you get reminded of that one thing that makes you open your eyes again. You stare at the ceiling, anticipating the lukewarm build up of emotions within you.

You smile and your lips slightly extend... just in time to catch the tears journeying your cheeks. Then you fall asleep.

You make the hair at the back of my neck stand up...

Pay to the order of EUNICE's LOVELIFE
provided that somebody steals her heart.

Since my lovelife is FICTITIOUS and Non-existent... I am payable to bearer.
But because it's conditional, I am non-negotiable.
I can still "assign" it anyway.
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from Patring:

Prof: Who were present during the trial?
Student: Hmm... the judge?

Prof: Can you give me the requisites of [something]?
Student: I can't.

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I actually said EXCUSE ME to a dog. How lame is that?