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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

Okay. I’m being too critical over you-know-who. I think I woke up from the wrong side of the bed but anyhoo, I feel a bit better now.

My uncle gave me a Fully Booked discount card. Yay! That’s probably the only decent bookstore in the Philippines. Well not really, but they do have more choices. The prices there are way too much though so the discount card is good news for me. Yay!

I unearthed some early pictures of myself. So I hereby present a metamorphosis of me.

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Off to nursery school

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Dramatics at an early age

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Still yapping away eventhough the show is over

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I love this dress

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Oh man! This is embarrassing but I still do love Wonder Woman

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Looking angelic back in high school

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College eating disorder. I did look sickly

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Currrently crazy…

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…and a BIG tease

Yes, I’m full of myself.

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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

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RANT

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

Goddess help me because I’m miffed. Grrr. I was without internet the whole day yesterday thanks to my goddamn ISP. At least they were able to fix the problem now but it’s still a bit slow. I was so bored last night that I became more productive than usual. I also had more time to watch tv and was able to watch Rushmore again. I love that film. Being internet-less wouldn’t have bothered me much 2 months ago but I’ve been waiting for some emails last night. One from you-know-who and the other for work. You-know-who didn’t fail me (more on this later) but the one for work failed to deliver. I am annoyed. I need that file badly and it’s delaying my job. I asked for that file last week and still no file. Dammit! The AVP would have been finished by now if it hadn’t been for that missing file. Shit.

And about you-know-who, oh dammit. I think I’ll just post another entry which needs password protection. But let me just say that being in love, well not inlove, more of in like, in like a lot…well being in like a lot sucks. Maybe I’m destined to grow old alone and I’m losing patience with his less than satisfactory responses.