D’Arvit!

DREAM??? Correction… I think I just had a nightmare.

I dreamt that I was dating Isaac Hanson. Yes, the ISAAC HANSON. My dream involves Clara, my IV-1 classmates, Acha’s vacation place at Batangas, Clay Aiken [it's such a long story, I don't wanna write the whole thing here... just ask me in person or something..], and no other than the skinny doofus, Ike Hanson.

My God, of all people… What is the meaning of this???!!!

Not to brag or anything, but I think I have a knack for interpreting other people’s dreams. I’ve correctly interpreted those three dreams that three different people told me about. But anyway, the thing is, I couldn’t even interpret my own dreams… Which just means one thing: I don’t know myself. And I friggin’ don’t know why God wants to let me feel His omninipotent sense of humor by putting the friggin’ blondie in my sub-conscious. Oh well.

In other news, my sneaky [and OVER-EXCITED] little [little? Oh, he's NOT "little". Lemme correct that: my YOUNGER] brother asked his friend [some 4th year CSO-mate of his] to the Grad Ball for me. OK. THE NERVE. I just found about that out a while ago and I AM SO RUINED!!! My EGO and my PRIDE… wounded. I mean hello, I was just kidding when I said I wanted this Senior friend of his to be my balldate!! And my OVER-EAGER brother took it seriously. It’s a good thing that his friend agreed [so technically I already have a ball date before I knew it].. And Ok, he posesses Aramisesque and Angeloesque physical features…But still… I don’t even know him!! And besides, I DON’T plan on going to the Grad Ball anymore. Together with the other Class Presidents, I’ve decided to just be an usherette or something. I think it’s gonna be better that way because as I’ve been erm–campaigning–the Ball is just a waste of time and money. If people wanted to just throw away P2,600++[exclusive of gown, parlor, and stress fees], then why don’t we instead put up a HUGE bonfire, charge P2,600 as entrance fee, and slowly [but happily] throw our P2,600++ in the flames? I mean, that would be a whole LOT better… And I bet it would be waaay cooler & fun! WHY NOT???

*sigh*

That’s it. What the frell is the BIG fuss about Grad Balls and Proms? I mean, what do people actually get from it? From being the head of the Prom Pictures Committee last year, zits and stress, that’s what I got.
Hwooh. Oh well.

Ah, life!

IN OTHER NEWS… [this is POSITIVE]
Was able to [FINALLY] watch Lebs‘ play entitled, Tau-tauhan. It was awesome!!! Congrats to a wonderfully written play, bez, and to the awesome cast [PamC haha]!!! *standing ovation*

After that? The Class had lunch at KFC, then we hung out at National Bookstore for a few minutes. Then, armed with skinny wallets and staunch hearts, we charged head-first to our destination: Robinson’s Galleria.

I don’t understand why MC peeps still dig this place. It’s so far from Katipunan… But then again, do we even have a movie house at Katipunan?

So there. We watched santa-Santita and we left the cinema acting like true-blue Literary Critics [or rather Film Critics], discussing the significance and explanations of motifs and symbols found throughout the plot. We bashed Angelica’s thick middle, and praised Jericho’s acting prowress. We laughed at the person who was snoring loudly inside the cinema during the movie. We pointed at the couple who were trading saliva. We were shocked by Angelica’s image overhaul. We had a good time. And yes, we were broke.

But as always… God provides. Abe’s bro fetched us from the mall, and thus, Darlene and I were able to arrive at our last Pit Stop: Home Sweet Home..KATIPUNAN.

And so…

This is where I end.

Until next time, kiddos! =P