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today:
morning stroll+blood debate+by the death scene+granite tile color picking+dysfunctional photobot+can now log in to sheezyart

yesterday:
bad sinusitis attack+superb pasta cooking :)+mango ice cream+maxine's boyfriend+crosshatching doodle-loo

other day:
an hour sleep+morning stroll+cracked skull+sleep-sleeep-sleeeep+crammed art assignment+pastel on felt paper+QCA's JS Prom+kelvin the jologs hehehe

*pap's poem = heeh =))

yay to Firefox.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.
"When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

wow.
it's so touching. i wanna cry...

i was sooo proud of myself a while back!

How many times do you know the answer to a million peso-worth question? tell, me.'cause i'm no genius. but when Kris Aquino asked Luke Mijares " What's the most visited museum in the world?"

while he stammered: Smithsonian Instute..
I screeched: particularly the National Air and Space Musuem!!! *hopping wildly around the house while yakking that it has around 11 million or so visitors each year....[neeeerd!]*

whoooohoo!! haha, doesn't matter if I didn't actutally won it but the feeling of knowing the answer to a million-worth qeustion and pondering over the possibility of the question being addressed to me is nauseating. hehe-he *stoned grin*

There are soo many places i wanna go to before I die. Lots of them. but my top 5 would be:
1. the whole of Smithsonian Institution.
2. the Louvre.
3. the Askaniya-Nova Biosphere Reserve.
4. Any of the UNESCO World Heritage sites in Europe (Except Poland and Germany)
5. af kors, Japan

but feh! i don't think i'll be able to visit any of it. :P for now, i'm pretty much satisfied just reading about them. meap, meap.

mon mere et pere came back home today.i got jelly 'cause they were all bragging their trip to Ocean Park *pouts*

Kris: You guys are bad. We kids(eherm, yes i am still at heart) are the ones who should go to places like that.
Mom: *ponders* But we never traveled when we were young. Our kind of fun back then was riding carabaos and chasing hens.
Pap: fun? didn't know what that was until i got here in the city.
Kris: *mumbles* you guys...i didn't ask for a guiltrip you know..

Rwahahaha. Pap gots me an adorrable keychain. Made me go 'awww'

Wierdest was i completely ignored all the chocolates they bought. (Mmmm, yesterday I skipped all my meals and was feeling super sick and nauseous. I tried raisins 'cause i was thinking maybe my tummy can handle a couple and it wouldn't make me puke.)I thought i was gonna be raving ravenous today but my appetite was still feeble...but i made sure i eat something 'cause i was getting very weak. haha

Ooh i went to see what milk drinks mom has brought.
These are the ickiest. Like whoever drink these stuff?

carrot and ginger!?

But yay! She's got soya milk ^_^!! yum yum goodness. Uh-huh
I gobbled up three of these in a row


Lol. If anyone needs a confidence booster, peeps of I.F. are happy to do it anytime. Haha

My brothers' mp3 player is neat-o. They were complaining about the storage space being small. Hey, a hundred-plus playlist is enough to me. If they're gonna continue to whine I'm going to ask pap to give the player to me instead. *evil big sister, i know* I can do cartwheels and jumping jacks wearing it and still it'll play sweet smooth sounds. Mmm, maybe I SHOULD ask for it....

No.no.no.

When I said Cusack was a self-proclaimed eunuch, I meant it in a figurative waaaay! Oh no. no. I wasn't spreading to the world that he was castrated!! Usually people whom I would tell this to would know that I was talking about Matthew 19:12, saying:

"For there are eunuchs that were born such from their mother’s womb, and there
are eunuchs that were made eunuchs by men, and there are eunuchs that have made themselves eunuchs on account of the kingdom of the heavens. Let him that can make room for it make room for it."

Cusack was the third kind. Meaning, he chose to live a single life. Oh boy, oh boy. Gah, I feel awful. So some people thought of it literally! that's why they were giving me this horrifying looks. I didn't mean to disgrace him! Nooooo! Now i have to make it clear to those who didn't get it T_T, this is embarrassing...