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Few photos from my cam that Ameg took. I really look awkward and I feel the same way looking at the photos but I'll post them anyway.  :))

We were born in September II

We were born in September

We are sisters, not by blood but by amity.

Ameg and I had been dreaming of doing this and even if I was supposed to be somewhere else that day, I had to make it happen. Many thanks to Kit for taking out photos!!! It was kind of him to take us to his happy place :)

It was my first time to do something like this so except a lot of awkwardness. Thank you.

Geez, stop talking, will yah?

For once in your life I’m sure that you’ve known a person who no matter how annoying and rude they are; you still can’t resist feeling sorry for. I know one who’s just as annoying as that classmate that you had in grade school who won’t stop talking about what she did the night before, what she ate for breakfast, and what she’ll do after school. They just don’t know how to shut their mouth and sense if you don’t give a flying f anymore.

                Most of the time, there’s a reason why they seek for such attention. They may have problems at home: her father doesn’t care enough and her mother nags as much as she does.  She may have had a horrible childhood: she had scabies and lice that parents in the neighborhood banned their kids to see her. She has attitude problems, probably insecure that she’s not as pretty. OR, she’s just plainly psycho, has delusions of grandeur with absolutely no feelings at all. Also, they don’t know what a yawn signifies in a conversation.

                But of course, being an understanding human being that you are – people from your town built a shrine and worship you for your selflessness – you listen to every word that they say even if it confuses you sometimes. You nod and you say, “Oh dear, that’s so sad”, “that’s so cool”, or “so what happened?” all the time. If you’ve had psychology classes, you practice your therapeutic communication skills with her. You blurt “Tell me more” when she stops even if you want her to shut her mouth already. If you’ve never lied before, then you must be a saint. No, you’re a reincarnation of Jesus Christ.

                I don’t know but it seems to be so hard to try to tell them about their problem. Sometimes if you’ve already had the courage to confront them, they won’t give you a chance to talk. “You know what? I sort of don’t like…” “Omg, is it my hair? Why, does this shirt make me look fat? If it’s about that money I owe you yesterday, don’t worry I’ll pay you tomorrow…” “No, it’s not that. It’s about the…” “Whatever. By the way did you know that *name of a person that you do not know* sent me a message last night saying blah blah blah lalala…” Annoying right? If her mouth has a zipper you could have zipped it close the moment she diverted the conversation and placed thick cement to make sure that she won’t open it ever again. Perhaps the best thing that you could do is to put on your earphones and blast a song that would be more entertaining to listen to than her useless mumblings. That is, if you have the heart to hurt her feelings.

                I don’t know exactly how to deal with them. Sometimes I’d try to talk while they’re still talking trying to show them that they definitely should learn how to listen. But most of the time, I’d just let them do their thing. I’m too tired to argue or sing with them. They better consult a life coach or a psychologist. But whatever, I wish they’d have lock jaw or hemiplegia. That should do the job.

Starbucks, anyone?

Spent sometime with my friend Rhona last Saturday. I bought something from her and she wanted to ask some help with CS5. We went to Starbucks (yes, Iloilo now has one) but the place was heaving with people that we had to seat on a couch for awhile before we got a table. The place sucks, it was too small and you could hear what the others are talking about in the other table :|

Rhona, sitting her laptop on her lap and look! you can see my initials on the keyboard! :)

while you were sleeping I was

I have been having trouble sleeping these days. My body clock is so disturbed that calling it insomnia would be an understatement. I can wake up as early as 10am if I would like to but most of the time I'd be up around 3 in the afternoon. I sleep around six in the morning most of the time. 7am max. I've tried several sleeping techniques already. I read boring books but to no avail.

So last night around two in the morning, I was preparing to sleep -for the first time in a week that I felt sleepy at two in the morning- I was combing my hair when I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. How good the lighting was and good I actually looked like. I always feel ugly except last night. I thought that photo opportunities like this shouldn't be missed.Then this happened.