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    Sunday, December 19, 2004

    Break!!

    Woohoo! Finally! I can forget about med school even for two weeks.

    I slept well last night and woke up with a good, hearty brunch from Mom. Went to the mall to buy my gift for Chocolate Lustre (hehe) and to check out mobile phones. I want a new phone. But I don't want to ask from Mom. I promise I'd get one next year!

    Then I went to Children's Church. We were conceptualizing a presentation for Christmas. Boy, we need workshop in script writing! Haha! It's easy to present something "entertaining" but that's not the point. We're here for the ministry. And the seed that we would be leaving to the kids is without measure. Without the birth of Jesus, we wouldn't be able to enjoy all these things for Christmas.

    I'm sooper mean to X today!! I swear. I dunno what got into me. I'm just extra b*tchy to him today. The moment I saw him and he saw me, I was automatically on "mean mode". And I gave him the sharpest irap he ever got in his entire life!! Haha! Ewan. I mean, I don't have any more issues with him. It may be the hormones...these days. It just made me happy that I did that to him...even twice. Harhar. Coz it's not nice when he does it to me. Sometimes, it's redeeming to do so. Guys need to learn their lesson too!

    Haaayy...I've been hearing the same stories from different people today. Y'know...mean bosses/colleagues who think less of you just bcoz you're younger and your degree doesn't exactly fit your current job...guys who manipulate girls and could easily get away with it. You only remember me when you're lonely. Okay, in fairness to him, he was also around when things were up. But probably 75% of the moments you talked were during the lowest times of his life. He values your role in his life but after you have done your part, you're trash. It's a sad reality. It's a sad world out there. Not everything's fair.

    Got home from a Christmas get-together with my college friends. I wonder how many more years we will be doing this. This is the first Christmas apart from Bio people. We ate dinner and then hopped into some other place to drink tea. We wanted to have coffee...but coffee without aything to study? Boring. So just skip it and try to detox while we're on break. A med student not into caffeine dose is an irony.

    I was worried when I got home. Coz as usual, Mom was waiting. She never scolded me anymore about coming home late. I try to inform her of all my lakads. I don't want to be a big fat liar anymore. I don't want to win my mom's trust out of lie. I still don't get why my friends could stay out late and I can't. But I don't rebel. I honor my parents...and I could impose my side without disregarding the authority they have over me. I'm a good daughter...I swear I am. ;p~ When I got home, I saw the slices of fruits that were prepared for me. I could imagine my Mom eating dinner alone...and worried about my coming home. I immediately feel guilty. The more when she told me "Dadalawa na nga lang tayong nagdi-dinner, iniiwan mo pa ako". I dunno. I still don't understand this kind of set-up we have at home. But I don't feel good when I disobey. KL woke up a few hours when I got home and he went down to kiss me goodnight. Everyone loves my presence here in this home. Haha!

    Oh! We passed by Xaymaca on our way home. Wow. I wanted to check out the place. I heard it's a reggae bar. I know of only a few number of people who are into reggae. I'm one of these few.

    I know. This blog is scattered. Pardon me.

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