It was one of my friends paycheck day yesterday. Her first real paycheck from the corporate world. So we celebrated her special day by spending her money. xD

We initially planned to visit an amusement park, but some friends canceled so we settled on eating out instead. We wanted to eat somewhere nice but we couldn't decide where, so we just had pizza and pasta at Pizza Hut. Hah. So much for eating somewhere nice. Haha. xD But it was all good, it didn't matter where anyway. :)



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The lasagna and mango panna cotta were good. The sausage pops pizza was a little too much though. The sausages were too moist, tasted like they were soaked for too long.

We were goofing around and told the server we were celebrating our birthdays. All four of us. Haha. Of course we were lying, it was stupid. He brought a cupcake with a 'Happy Birthday' drizzle. Haha. xD

I'm too lazy to upload the dessert pictures from my phone. T_T

Lately, I've been having problems with sleep. I've gone back to being an insomniac. I don't like it one bit. But it'll fix itself. ~_~

It's four in the morning. And I'm still playing God of War. I really need to sleep. My training (new job) starts tomorrow; I need a body clock repair. And I've been having an awful case of sore throat since Thursday.





I'll try to doze off now.

My whole body is aching. I slept very late. 4AM. Practically, the first time in 7 months. I've been trying to review for the 111 exam. And I wasn't very successful. Darn. I have a very positive feeling of failing - irony is love.

And it's also the first time in 7 months that I've read anything related to Restaurant Management. So tell me I'm doomed. All these French terms are making me woozy.

I haven't received a confirmation from Ma'am Tumanan. I sent her an SMS this morning, asking if I could join her class for tomorrow's test. I can't go to UP today, it'll take up 50% of my time and 75% of my precious energy to commute. C'mon, I live like 10 gazillion miles away from that school. Sigh, I miss the smell of dormitory walls, even the moss-covered shower cubicle tiles. I wish I live in an admin-neglected dorm right now.

Let the 3AM camhoorage do the talking.


Busy staring at nothingness


Wide awake


In need of a nap

I look kind of cross-eyed. xD

Why does UP have to be so hard? Why do UP professors throw us readings and papers of academic agony? Do they get some type of self-fulfillment out of it? But I love the education. I just wish I could be less lethargic. Indolence is eating up my system. After two months of doing almost nothing. Because emptiness is, most definitely, not love.

And look what I woke up to this morning:


Headset, mouse, earphones, data cables,
3 chargers and frustrations

P.S. Update on manwhores. Received a Friendster smile from a 38-year old man. He's married. And he's asking for my number. Tried to convince me we had common friends. And he's bald. O_O

And here, to give you a very vivid example of how pervertedly consumed (by morons) most of the web is:

subject: hey you look very sexy...do you speak english?

If you bothered to read my profile, you would have known the answer.

subject: oh sorry lol....so do you live in the states?

You're okay. But again, my profile would say where I live. And that would be 'Philippines.'

subject: sorry lol i didnt read everything...have you ever been with an american guy before?

It should also say in my profile that I've never had my first date.

subject: is there anything your profile doesnt say?....have you done anythuing with guys beofre?

It ends right there.

That's not even close to the worst MySpace private messages I've received.

Exchange of messages to the subject above where conducted in order to show you how some people can't get a real life.

I've tried five times to get into my very first online journal but I seem to have forgotten the password completely. I've already deleted the e-mail address I registered the username with. There's practically no other way to access it. Unless you're an amazing hacker with a gold for a heart, you can help me regain my written memories.

Anyway, right now, I'm inside an Internet shop in UP Diliman. I've been feeling very uneasy ever since I left the house this morning. And using this erm public computer intensifies the uneasiness. I miss Aida the Laptop. I'm waiting for 4 o'clock. I came to UP because I need to get a copy of Ma'am Tumanan's 111 class notes. Second exam on Thursday, so I need to hurry up and review for that. Dora will let me photocopy her notes after her class, which ends less than 2 hours from now.

Iris is coming back to the country by the way. Her month-long work plan is going to turn out as a 2-week Singapore trip instead. Oh, I'm just so envious. Haha. xD She got to travel again. I want to visit Europe! Come give me travel money!

Yes, I'm back in Manila. Kicking clumps of city dust again. My brain is still wiggling from yesterday's trip. I left the province early morning. I haven't done it in a long time and realized day trip is better. The only thing I didn't like about it was the annoying guy across my seat. I read Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion, he taps my arm and comments on how philosophical my read is. I play Tekken on PSP, he taps my arm again and tells me how funny I look when I play. And insert the many times he interviewed me about my personal life here. Then, two hours before arriving at the Cubao terminal, he asks for my number. How persistent he was. Creepy. Of course, I didn't give him my number. He said he's reviewing for the BAR exam here in UP this month. Oh, small world. Good thing I'm not enrolled.

I've also been getting too many private messages on MySpace. All of them unwanted. I think if there really is this supernatural ever-bad devil, MySpace is his work. Mygawd. It's worse than Friendster. People sign up there just to get laid. If only my Texan friends don't use MySpace as their primary e-mail accounts. Well, there's this small fraction of individuals worth adding too. I've also deleted my MySpace blog. Cross-posting there is too much work.

It's raining. And it's cold. I forgot to bring my jacket. Oooh, thunder. Damn it. It's only 2:45. I miss home already.

And I miss friendship.

Haha.

Still raining. And still feeling uncomfortable.

OMG! OMG! OMG!

Haha! I'm so excited! I installed Adobe Photoshop CS2 last night. It's going to be my first time playing with the version since the former love-of-my-life desktop, Berta, lacked the system capabilities needed for the proper operation of CS2. But now Aida, new love-of-my-life notebook computer, has enough space for everything. Literally everything downloadable from the intarnutz. Okay, I'm exaggerating. Fine, almost everything. Haha. And multi-tasking to the limit. xD (Core 2 Duo processor, 4.00GB of RAM, 250GB of HD, 64-bit OS. *winkwink* Yes, I brag! Haha! xD)

But what I'm really excited about is the brushes for CS2! Can you believe how incredible the brushes made for this version are? Those hi-resolution 1000px++ brushes. O_O Those beautiful brushes that cause the amateur makers cringe from shame and inferiority! AND ZOMG THEY'RE ALL SOOO FREE.

Way back when all I had was the meager 512MB of Berta and the erm not-worth-mentioning HD, I refrained from visiting those hi-res brush sites. I couldn't stand looking at all the pretty brushes I couldn't download because of specification insufficiency.

I can't imagine going back to the life I had with Berta. Now, I have my lovely, lovely Aida. I can't wait to start photoshop-ping. ZOMG!!!~ I'm so thrilled! :D :D :D But I can't do that until tomorrow. Roommate is tutoring online, so if I start downloading those gazillionMB-sized brushes she'll kill me. ISP is not credible so might as well not risk it. Plus, other housemate is taking an exam online. (So yeah. I'm basically the only bum in this house.)

Here's one of the purrrdey :x brush sets:



To those who are thinking "Who the fcuk are Berta and Aida?" even if I've already obviously described them to be computers...yes, I give names to pieces of machineries. I also introduce them to my friends. And now I will tell you how I came to give Aida her name.

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Maybe my habit of naming inanimate objects seems strange to others. But, oh well. Haha. My former roommates and some of my friends have already started naming their possessions due to my influence. xP

Been host hunting.

I miss having my own .com and now is probably the best time to purchase a new one. Now that I have the resources. Now that I can force myself to spend a few hundreds on a domain and/or web host. Or maybe I'll get a .net, but www.najo.net doesn't really sound, erm, nice.

New layout. New graphics. New content. New everything. And what else? Time. Oh-so-precious time. And where in Dante's Hell will I find that? Even if I do search the the whole of the Divine Comedy (oh, yes, I are corneee), I'll only be able to spare so much. And I'm positive I would only use that so much for raping my eyes with anime marathons.

When did Takipsilim.com expire, anyway? I lost track of time. It was on hiatus for months before the farewell. And here I am, planning to revive my online existence but, at the same time, doubting that I would have the time to make that comeback.

I need to focus. And what happened to studying PHP?! Damn all these plans.

I'm tired so I sleep.