alabaster_art

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It's true. One journal is enough. That's why I'm gonna leave this journal already. You can still catch me here. God bless!

Today feels extremely melancholic. I decided not to go to school partly because of this awful cold, and partly because I just loathe the idea of having to go through my Monday classes again.

I've been absent for so many Monday's already, and sometimes I wish I were in high school again. No cut limits just as long as you submit an excuse letter to the administrator.

Today's excuse letter would probably read:

To whom it may concern,

Please excuse my daughter, alabaster_art, for being absent yesterday, January 24, Monday. She was down with a serious case of melancholiatitis and needed to stay home and absorb whatever joy's left within its comforting, familiar walls.

Hoping for your kind consideration.

Sincerely,
Her Dad

I feel terrible. Physical sickness coupled with emotional battles? Torture.

And I need to get into a diet because I'm such a fatso.

Side note: Hey, faithlessphil! Are we supposed to do anything for History on Wednesday? Did I miss anything important? A long test perhaps? I sure hope not!

can i just say that john the baptist is my hero? he's the coolest freak in history. i wanna be just like him, seriously. leather was totally out of style during that time, i'm sure, and i wonder what locusts dipped in honey would taste like? a lot of them thought he was nuts.

and the fascinating thing about it was that people still went to him! they were drawn to this out-of-style, gross, potential fear factor winner. they were drawn to him despite the way he looked or the food he chose to eat. they went out of their way to come to his home -- which was, by the way, literally in the middle of the desert -- to listen to what he's got to say.

and what did he have to say anyway? he was straight to the point. he didn't beat around the bush. he beat dr. "tell-it-like-it-is" phil with his message -- "prepare yourselves! someone great's coming! he's so great that i consider myself unworthy to even untie his sandals. repent, sinners, repent!"

wow. i want that kind of boldness. such boldness that i won't care even when people start thinking i probably have a loose screw somewhere. i wanna sound as foolish as john the baptist. i wanna be a bona fide fool for christ. an authentic jesus freak. an all-out nut for the word. a hopelessly hooked salvation junkie.

hmm. i dunno where that came from. i guess i just needed to let it all out.

people say i'm strange
does it make me a stranger
that my best friend
was born in a manger?

dad didn't allow me to spend the night at the slum area for our immersion. i tried not to laugh as i watched him scribble "conditions" on my waiver ("condition #1: she is not allowed to spend the night at the place; condition #2: a written guarantee for her safety must be provided by the school"). i feel like a little kid again. i will forever be my daddy's little princess.

today's my lola's 70th birthday. we had a surprise party for her last saturday. a lot of our guests (myself included, by the way) ran out of good buffet food. i was left munching on house bread. the restaurant gave us a gift certificate of 5 grand in exchange. we went back tonight and used it.

i had gnocchi patate (potato gnocchi) with 4-cheese sauce. how do you make gnocchi? i've seen molto mario do it in one of his shows. i hope they do reruns of that soon so i can take down notes.

( check this out if you're atenean or have atenean friends )

so here i am killing time once again in the computer lab at ctc. my class starts at 4:30 and it's only 2:15. maglalaslas na talaga ako. who invented titanic breaks anyway?

i just submitted my "pray a difference" report on genrev.net, which really frustrated me. why are the bad ones taking advantage of the tsunami relief operations? there were reported rape, kidnapping and slave buying cases. they're targeting the little ones. it's terrible. it's frustrating. it's sick. how can they be so... so... EVIL?!

change topic.

i'm so excited about my room! my dad's gonna remove my tv and transfer it to my little brother's room today. i've always wanted to have a tv free bedroom but i know my brother's gonna love the hand-me-down. now he can play NBA LIVE and WWE without having to bother my peace anymore. i just love the thought of that. i don't believe in televisions inside bedrooms. a bedroom's supposed to be the owner's sanctuary -- peaceful, quiet, and distraction-free.

sorry, no exceptions. my husband can watch football in the family room.

i learned that from rachel ashwell. hee.

where can i buy good and cheap curtains? help me out on this. i don't like blinds. blinds are for offices and libraries and i don't wanna feel stressed in my room. i don't need curtains that dictate "work". i need curtains that purr "slack off".

i wanna go home!!!

i love teddy bears. they have always been an obsession. i have a teddy cellphone holder and a virginia tech university teddy mascot i embrace each night as i drool myself to sleep. i christened them "giuseppe" and "agostini", respectively. my other stuffed animals are still in the dryer. soon enough, i'll have a whole batallion of italian stuffies in my newly renovated room. yipee!

today's the day i finally get to do spring cleaning in my bedroom. i had two beds in my room -- one queen-sized bed which i used every night, and a single bed which i used for tambakan. my uncle, who just got recently married, arbored the single bed, so i had no choice but to remove the clutter on top of it.

my room looks a lot bigger now without that useless single bed, and i'm glad that i finally got the chance to sort out all that tambak before it starts to breed an anaconda. at first, i was so frightened to get all that tambak out of the single bed cos i thought some creature has already made a home there. i'm not kidding. it was that horrible. so horrible that my lolo victoriously said, "hay salamat, magmumukha nang pang-dalaga ang kwarto ng apo ko!"

i enjoyed sorting out all those stuff. i ran into pictures i've long forgotten and ex-boyfriend memory boxes which i still refuse to throw into the fire (i honestly don't see the point of burning ex-related material, i mean, i totally had a good laugh going through them). i took all my stuffed animals for a trip to the washing machine and soon enough, my room's gonna look all girly like it used to.

i need to repaint my walls, though. i will never be a powder pink and powder blue person. i'm thinking deep orange with peanut brown or dark teal borders would be perfect (but would that look too manly?). i need new curtains, too. with irregular vertical stripes. don't you just love irregular vertical stripes? it's my favorite pattern.

i asked my lolo if he could help me bring down my door so i could replace it with beaded curtains with a mama mary pattern, something i've always wanted to have. he just said, "bahala ka." i would't know how to keep my privacy with such a welcoming entrance, though.

my room's still a mess. the clutter's still on my floor. can't wait to reach my desired finished product (if only i could figure out a way to seal the door connected to my brother's stinky bedroom). wish me luck! i haven't done this in a while...

for the first time in the history of genrev, we opened an official weekly gathering in ateneo last december 15. that was a wednesday, so it happens every wednesday at 4:30-6:00pm, activity hour -- we have no room for excuses for non-attendance here.

opening night went really well. david's dad happened to be president of some prestigious coffee society so we got to have really good figaro barako to serve for free. other than that, intense discussions about our faith and groundbreaking encounters with the word are also always in store for our guests. so if you guys have atenean friends, be sure to tell them about it. oh yeah, this week, it will be held at CTC-105. great room if you ask me. very comfy. and we have something great to offer the 6pm class -- a room that smells like brewed coffee. divine.

i'm excited about tomorrow. hopefully, we get to have a full house. we had a pretty good number for opening night last year. god sure loves to surprise his kids.

other than that, i'm still not excited about the first day of school tomorrow. blech.

so today's my brother's 16th birthday and we will just be having a simple dinner celebration here at home just like all our other 16th birthdays. i know it's supposed to be a sweet sixteen kind of thing but i could hardly remember my own 16th birthday -- i guess it was that simple. i do remember my 19th birthday, though. i almost cried out of self-pity. maynilad was being a prick once again so we didn't have enough cooking water, which made us resort to eating leftovers from last night's prayer meeting my grandparents had at home. it was horrible. i felt like i was eating rubber.

i haven't gotten him anything for his birthday yet, not even for christmas! my sister and i are planning to just bring him to his private celio* shopping spree, hopefully sometime this week. i love it at celio*. my boyfriend (like i have one) will always get celio* stuff from me until he starts to resemble those dishy models. hehe.

have you ever tried changing your significant other's image? not really entirely change it, maybe at least his physical image. it became a bad habit of mine back in high school. if a guy wanted to date me, he had to be bald first. yes, he had to shave it all off. i had this thing for bald guys before. it was a bad boy image obsession i once had.

i've learned my lesson. i will never go for bad boys ever again.

and i prefer them with hair this time, too.

... in other words, i prefer them just the way they are.

a friend once told me that one online journal is enough. but when kokoschka suddenly made her own, i decided to revive this old lj of mine so i'd be able to keep track of her chronicles. basically, the reason for keeping this lj is because of you guys. so, are you touched? you should be. sakalin kita eh.

other than that, of course, it's always fun to just let loose in the blogging world every once in a while and write about things that you know other people wouldn't actually be interested in reading anyway, especially when you have an official blog where you really make it a point to write real articles with real sense (or at least, that's what i think i'm doing). it's a weird obsession. in lj, or perhaps, in most lj's, you write about the most boring, most mundane things in your life thinking that other people are so hooked into following your every move, but in the back of your mind, you already know that they just simply don't frickin' care. i cannot explain this. it's a prick of a mystery, really. and i'm not ashamed to admit that i've fallen victim to it.

so to start things off, i'll write about what happened with my day. see? how conventional.

why is it that eversince god knows when, i'd wake up just in time for lunch? i'm starting to get frustrated with it. i hate it when i have to take my multivitamins at noontime. aren't you supposed to take them early in the morning?

spent the whole morning working on some genrev ateneo e-mail invites, surfing some of my friends blogs, posting on the genrev boards, basically just bumming around while i still can. i will never forget when hobbes once philosophized to calvin, saying, "there's just not enough time to do all the nothing you can in this world." oh, what wisdom from a cartoon character.

in the afternoon, i found some good shephered ube jam my tita bought for us in the refrigerator already covered in molds. it was a pretty cool sight to behold at first -- i felt like i was staring into some snowflake infested little purple world inside a glass jar, very apt for the christmas season -- but when i imagined it inside my mouth, i almost barfed at the thought. i was craving for sweets and didn't get any. i just watched "the bold and the beautiful", which i just recently got addicted to. i'm such a hick.

i had a meeting with the genrev webteam at 5pm and i was around 3 or 5 minutes late. i already informed marts about it earlier, cos my driver picked up my brother from school and they ran into a little traffic on the way home. at 5:03pm, i unprudently barged into the genrev hq only to find the entire webteam's heads bowed down in a seemingly intense prayer mode. first thing that ran into my mind was, "great, they couldn't wait for me. how embarrassing. i never thought i was that late." i waited for kiddo to lead them into worship, but i heard nothing but the rurring of the airconditioner. and then i was like, "what in the world are they doing? what is this, some kind of meditation ritual? did i miss something i wasn't supposed to miss?"

suddenly, kiddo just burst into his usual "i gotcha" laughter and everyone else just started laughing along. i knew it. they pulled a prank on me. and who else was the mastermind? kiddo, of course. he's gonna get it this time. hehe.

well, i've already grown immune to his pranks. it has already become like breathing, really.

i hung out at the hq before kg started, drank two bottles of royal tru-orange, and got an orange thermos from the lina's, which i have actually been wanting for the longest time.

today was fun. thank god for my loverrly genrev friends, the webteam, opportunities to serve god and most of all, for the gift of my kg. how can i not love mondays if it weren't for these wonderful people?