I had a dream last night that I missed this semifinal match because of work. I was so pissed off. And in that dream, Turkey and Germany scored 4-4 and the result went to penalty kicks. But I don't remember who won the PKs, I think that's when my dream shifted to something completely different. Or I woke up ( Read more... )

I remember when I first picked up a copy of this amazing book. It was either at the library or in Barnes and Noble, I can't be sure which. But I distinctly remember reading the following short "preview" of the contents inside:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't ( Read more... )

Growing up, I watched baseball occasionally in the summers with my dad, but we never declared any allegiance to one team. True, he tended to watch the Cubs more, but I have visual proof of my younger brother wearing Sox when he was a baby. So clearly it didn't matter. And since my childhood took place in the midst of all the Jordan heydey, I ( Read more... )

But I don't fucking care.

I'm pissed. So very fucking pissed, about something really stupid.

What's the problem here? I can't find anybody to watch a midnight showing of Sex and the City with me. And when I say anybody, I mean anybody (nobody?). Oh, sure, people are willing to see it Friday. Or sometime during the weekend. BUT I DON'T WANT TO ( Read more... )

I seem to have developed a nasty habit of excessively typing characters, such as vowels and punctuation marks. I just wrote a Facebook wall post on my friend's profile, and ended it with !!!!!. I've been typing things like "yesssssss" and "helloooo" and "heeeeeyyyy" lately. WTF? Isn't college supposed to make you smarter? Why is it that my typing ( Read more... )

Revamped the layout. Green ( Read more... )

Oh my GULAY, I am in love. I cannot believe that a little over 24 hours ago, I touched the hands of Sam Milby, Piolo Pascual, and John Lloyd Cruz. They were in Chicago last night for the Heartthrobs concert, which definitely had to be the most insanely Filipino event I've ever been to. Every time Sam, Piolo, or John came near the front aisles, ( Read more... )

I hate my Asian American Studies class. It's stupid. I thought it would be interesting and insightful; maybe it would even help me learn more about myself as an Asian American. But no. It's bullshit. It pisses me off. The readings this week focus on Chinese and Korean Americans and nobody seems to care about the fact that most other ethnicities are ( Read more... )

I am crabby. Bitchy. Cranky ( Read more... )

I'm tired of the party scene. Four weekends in a row, and I'm pooped. Sick of the alcohol, sick of the music, sick of perverted frat guys, sick of boys, sick of everything ( Read more... )