I hope I'm wrong

The start of the year looks... grim. It's only been four days but I've already had a fair share of mishaps. A list...

• An absurd video of me & Peanutz going wacko over a cockroach. Directed by Jom with Sirius Black and Harry Potter as extras. [[At least there's a laugh...]]
• Almost missing the first day of the year mass... insert an alternative and the punishment is stuck in the house... and to think I rarely wanted to go outside!
• PROCRASTINATION running circles in my head! Chemistry anyone?
• Braces. My teeth hurt and I feel uncomfortable talking even smiling. It's like I have... hard gum stuck on my lower jaw
• Tamora Pierce books - A new kind of read for me. It's still fantasy but with a touch of the Middle Ages - pages, squires, knights, chivalry and all that...

Let me ramble on Tamora Pierce. I've recently downloaded her e-books and I started reading the first 2 books of "The Song of the Lioness quartet"... I didn't want to continue reading the last 2 books because (such a silly reason/excuse...) the characters I like weren't going to get together. I know, stupid sissy. Anyway, I decided to start on "The Protector of the Small quartet" and I'm already on the 3rd book... I KNOW the main character isn't going to be together with her man of the moment (she's not a slut! she just has many crushes, not that there's something wrong with that.), well that's okay. The one I like for her is her best friend and she only had a fleeting crush... at least she hasn't admitted her feelings. So anyway, what I don't like about this quartet is that she doesn't end up with ANYBODY.

I know I sound like a whinny pig who only cares about the heroine's romance, but I guess I just read too much romance books. Man, I sound sad. Poor bookworm. boo-hoo and blah blah blah. Tamora Pierce is all about feminism so shoo Harry Potter. I guess that the message of her books is "I don't need a man to make me happy." Go go go!

But please! Spare her heroines the heartache! I'm guessing none of my classmates would want to read this because of it's "corniness" [[I'm of the minority who actually reads fantasy books]] and lack of romance. Speaking of romance, I need to wrap my book. Estelle's going to borrow it.

School starts tomorrow.

My supposed-to-be New Year post turned out to be a ramble on romance. How sad.

five minutes to midnight

Well, technically it's not. But you get my point. It's the big 2oo9.

It's seems so fast. The next thing I know, it'll be the end of the Junior Year. Hello last summer as a HS student. Then 4th year and off to college.

Speaking of Colleges, my Tita lent me a book entitled "Do What You Are", a self-help book that's supposed to match your career with your personality. According to the Myers Brigg Test, I am a INFJ - Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Judging. And guess what, it depicted me well. So well that my career choices are what I was thinking of anyway (so no help there.) I'm destined to be a Librarian, Teacher, Nun, Novelist, Playwright, Social worker etc. I mean, how coincidental is that? It's a very well written guide and helpful too, in a way. The coincidences (or probably inevitables) are shocking though. Remind me never to underestimate psychology ever again.

Oh, and another thing I found out after reading this book is that I am: "a catalyst for positive change" and is part of the minority (based on population.) Approximately 1 % of America actually...

Happy New Year. I need to write a list.

BTW, I love the Chipmunk version of Booty Music. ♥ -linkie

in half

Happy Moments :) -- the recent memorable ones.

Jom: [reading the DVD excerpt of Wild Child]... addicted to Jimmy Choos. Who's he?
Annick: They're shoes.

-While watching Wild Child-
~Emma Roberts falls into the water~
Therese: Wow!
That's a big swimming pool!
Jom: That's the
ocean.

Bittersweet read. ♥ Six Feet From Paradise by JD Allen ~ something worth publishing.
It seems as if I can't get the idea of a bittersweet romance (parted by death) out of my head this holiday... I'm so weird.

Another ♥ good read.

This is similar to the other book I read and reviewed in this blog. About the female obsessed with a romance novel and such? Yeah. I can totally relate with these good finds.

Confessions of a Serial Kisser is written by Wendelin Van Draanen, author of Flipped which I have read and adored. And for that purpose did I decided to buy it. Yesterday, before we went to EK. So anyway, if I probably didn't know the author, I wouldn't have spent 514 on this book thinking it's just one of these shallow romance novels about catfights and stilettos. The excerpt on the cover of the book wasn't useful at all, describing about the 'pull of kiss' or such. Now that I've finished reading it taking about an hour yesterday at 3 am and the whole morning before lunch, I've decided I love this author and her books.

I love it.

It's about Evangeline, a 17 year old girl who got addicted to her mom's romance novel, Crimson Kiss, describing about a glorious, perfect kiss that would make her feel alive. So begins her quest. Add in the boy troubles because of her spontaneous kisses, her Dad's unfaithfulness which has led to divorce and now tries to rebuild their family again and soon after "friendship problems" cause Evangeline to just stop with the conquest and re-evaulate everything. With an open ended finale (similar to Flipped) and a winning last line, this book went to my favorites. Well, it gave me something to think about too.

I can't wait to tell my friends & classmates a.k.a. addicted romance readers as well.

Spoiler alert! The winning last line/s....

The crimson kiss isn't something you can chase, because it's more than just the passionate meeting of mouths. It's a confession.

It's the truth your lips whisper to someone you love.

That line won me over. :)

my poor, sore feet

We went to EK that afternoon. I spent almost the whole trip multitasking: sleeping and using my heavy head to push the car sun shield whilst listening to my iPod. My Lolo was crankin' up his old tunes in his cassette you see. So anywayz, we arrived at EK- which my adorable younger brother and cousin (both wearing matching shirts) believed to be Disneyland- 2 hours later. It was no surprise the line was long. So many families and barkadas out for the holidays as well. So while we waited in line, I munched on some Cheetos :) When we finally entered, the first ride we got on is: The Grand Carousel. It's a pity that it's the only ride my Lolo can go on (he opted for a 150 ticket, 120 really since there's a Senior Citizen discount) and he didn't want to ride. But it's okay. I managed to get his pic while he had my toki-doki slung over his shoulders. The next ride we went on is Wheel of Fate. The line was so long that it took us about and hour or more before we finally got on! We thought the fireworks would come at 7 then and we would see it whilst on the ride. Sadly, it came at around 10. And we were inside the Rialto theater (after about 2 hours of waiting in line and 2 sessions of 'fake snow')... and it wasn't even that good! By that time, my feet were killing me and my stomach was growling. My Tita went to buy some rice-in-a-box, sadly, they were out of rice. So we ate Pizza. I ate a slice, my younger cousin (about 3 years old) ate 2 slices and a half. My Tita claims he loves pizzas.

Finally, we went to Rio Grande Rapids. The highlight of this whole trip. Here's the breakdown:

• Long yet fast moving line
• Just me, Ally, Chuchi and Tita Cat [[Others went to ride the Carousel again. :P]]
• A discovery. A blackmail discovery with permanent proof for the whole EK to see. :)
• Chuchi's pregnancy look, courtesy of my toki-doki bag.
• The guy in the pink shirt's wet look. :))
• Me. Getting drenched because of the waterfall. Yet again. For the third time straight.

Then we had our little pictorial. We went home at closing time: 12 midnight. We stopped by McDo where there was an abundance of other EK goers, a shortage in chicken and an almost brawl between a guy (w/ Santa's stomach) and a feisty female. Oh the drama. And again, slept all the way home.

Oh. And BTW, I saw another mushy-sweet couple that day. They were on a trip. Remember that I wrote of a romance idea I thought of, with the guy getting sick and all that drama and I saw an opposite @ Church? Well, I imagined a trip for that made-up guy and girl in my head to spend his "last days."

Am I paranoid or what?