Feeling Summertime

It's not really summertime, but I enjoyed the short stay in the province to get away from it all.

I've had my share of DOTA's strategic planning, food, food, and more food, bike riding, and the lot.

If only it could be like this always.

Anyways, another day again tomorrow. What can I say.

Sometimes, pangs of envy work their way into my system. For not having this and that, for not being this and that, for being deprived of this and that. As rare as it occurs, I then realize that I can't always look for what's not there, rather, appreciate what I have. I have the metabolism as monkey-like as my beau, I have my ever-supportive mother who knocks reality into my head at times (who sometimes forgets how grown-up I am) yet leaves me be, I have work.

I strive hard not to go hungry, all the more to get the things in life that I want. I try harder to keep my siblings sane and not the butt of society's jokes, I keep my image clean without being somebody else.

I am not psychotic, though paranoid at times. I can walk the distance from McDonald's to home. I have manners. I hate it when people can be so condescending.

I am pretty much a normal person, with pretty hefty ego spikes at times. And I can say that this is one big achievement as a whole.

I just have to remember from time to time that everything's gonna be all right.

Blah Blahs

I am still striving.

GUDJAAAB.

Anyways, it's about time I talked again.

On itineraries:

I will be in the province until the 22nd. Oh my. With a lot of dota, plants versus zombies and the ever-handy querida that Marius unfailingly brings. Thank goodness for technology.

I have to catch up with the cake. This is why I am burning time (and fat) in front of the computer. It's tad early, still.

I cannot - and will not be taking any time offs for two payouts due to three LWOPS. Gudjaab, Nikki.

I need to walk home everyday. It's cardio, at the same time sparing me fare and making me look good.

On Marius:


Meet my boyfriend, monkey-par-trainer. I gush with pride. And they soo D R O O L.

They is actually composed of wannabes, wannabes, and more wannabes. Sigh. Go figure.

I am annoyed by they. They soo F E E L.

I am itching to sock somebody in the face. Put*ngina ang ep*l kase


Pardon my French.

On me:


Desperately seeking derma. I do not have breakouts but I lose face value. LITERALLY.

I have not jumped two levels up yet since I have gotten hold of Marius's querida. Damn.

Will be partying like a rock star on the 4th. HAYLABEET.

Is aiming for a lower sugar intake. Which needs to be attended to every other pre-shift. So forget it.

Thinks that aka Bart Simpson is also a "questionable" being. Trust me, he's either of the two categories: pure geek or pure happy. Eewness.

Is soo looking forward to the holidays!!!

AHA!!!

Well here I am earnestly trying to survive.

I've earned my first perfects, my first love letters, and first intrigues. What's next?

I really dunno. But I'm staying. I have to. God, I remember crying over every single exam and assessment like some sick junkie robbed of vicodin. I remember cutting my sleep time in half just to catch up with reviewing. And I remember asking, over and over, if this is for me.

HAHA. Nikki, my dear, sometimes you wish too hard.

For starters, I have to go through the hell of dumdum lane. I have to get more than a dozen wrongly spelled, wrongly constructed phrases. Worse, thoughts. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. God knows how much I hate (and how mean I am) when it comes to the written language. All the more, spoken. So, just imagine what I have to go through-reading all those bad-bad-bads and voicing them OUT!!!

Paksyeht. Ayoko naaa.

Let's see where we go from here. There's a lot much more to do. Ü