oh, happy days

i couldn't remember exactly when i was extremely happy these past few days. everything is just pragmatically routine. (pragmatic? haha..well it sounds nice.) i wake up, go to school, visit the library, go home, cook, clean, yada yada. the boredom. gosh, i feel like a housewife already; college people are not meant to be stuck like this.

so anyway, i am so sorry for being both very blunt and very sensitive sometimes. i think i just told off people for some minor injuries, like shutting me up for example. ok, i may be quite noisy, but if you don't want to talk to me, then leave. you don't have to put on some ipod headphones just because i'm about to tell a joke. fucking drama. i apologize, though; science calls this pms.

and here's to the people who like me (i don't know why, though. i wouldn't like myself if i were a guy.): you know i won't give in if i make stupid excuses just to not be with you. and if i didn't like you at first, i wouldn't like you ever. so yeah, there's a huge difference between you coming to see me to say hi then leave, and you coming to see me to say hi, and stay forever. if i don't offer you a seat, it means i prefer you do the former. soooorry.

anyway, i miss a lot of people. for one thing, i miss talking to mau. mau, the first thing i will do after i get my phone replaced is to talk to you! i promise! and i miss ate magz and our boydom memories. haha. gosh. hawaiian and chem guys are most fun. (i miss these guys, too.) and i miss shim! we are so darn alike it's freaky(except for the capital letters).

and by the way, iraqi people bomb themselves to get america out of their country. i would do the same thing, too, if some government promises me salvation and freedom, but in the end, turns out to steal my resources and leaves me starving in a tent without electricity, water, medication, and oil (which is rather ironic, considering iraq's bountiful reserves of it). go figure.

and i miss cebu. and charmion. and nikki. and keinah. oh, happy days.