was a good week. Met up with Jaykie almost every day, and on Saturday I was finally able to shop and have a mani/pedi. I’ve had a pedicure every week since the Bohol weekend, but I can’t even remember the last time I’ve had a manicure! My poor nails.
(My perfect manicure didn’t even last an hour: I bit on my right thumbnail while having lunch. Heh.)
Jaykie had class on Saturday, so while waiting for him at the mall I bought a 1) leather case for my cell phone (which will have to do as an mp3 player, since I don’t want to shell out that much money for an iPod), 2) gifts for my parents, 3) another pair of Havaianas flip-flops (since they’re durable and I’ve discovered the joy of not having to wash socks every single day), and 4) a wallet! I’ve long led a wallet-less existence, but I saw a flash of purple in the store, so:
Now if I can only fill it with money.
We bought booze and went wasak to celebrate Jaykie’s good first week in grad school.
We had drinks while watching –
America’s Next Top Model Cycle 13!
Why? I DON’T KNOW.
Aaaand I threw up several hours later. I can’t seem to handle my booze anymore. I should swear off drinking.
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On Friday night I had a dream that I actually remembered upon waking. In the dream, I was in my old boarding house back in my college days, and I just knew it was raining outside – it had that cold, wet feel. Then I woke up, and I felt incredibly sad. You know that feeling, as though your life were only starting? I had that feeling in undergrad. All the possibilities! So much joy in the simple act of crossing the street from Mass Comm to have lunch with friends in the College of Music’s cramped cafeteria, in watching a foreign film while freezing my ass off inside Videotheque. But even when I was alone, I was generally happy. Reading Newsweek in the college library, walking home to the boarding house after three subjects. I’ve never before realized the intensity of my dreams then. How hopeful I was.
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Sorry for that random spurt of nostalgia/melancholia.
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And now, for your Moment of Zen:
Mar Roxas will have unlimited access to me.
Ahihi. :”> (Credit: Philippine Daily Inquirer.)