Idiosyncrasies

When life gives you lemons…they say, make lemonade. I say, make lemon iced tea! ;P

Well… I can make a lot of iced tea then. I’ve been "lemoned" the whole month! And it was hilarious! (Painful, but hilarious nevertheless) Perhaps this is what happens God gives consolation prizes. I was like this kid who was being extremely good so that Santa would come around on Christmas. I did everything right - went to mass (and listened!), confession, communion, prayed when I was supposed to… everything I could possibly think of to earn "extra points".

The upside is, it becomes a habit. Second nature. The downside? Sometimes, no matter how hard you pray (novenas galore), the answer is, at times, a big fat NO (I’m still hoping this is just a lesson on patience though). But I believe God has a humorous side. And I really appreciate it. He throws "consolation prizes" along the way, and no matter how disappointed you are, you just can’t help but laugh. It’s a real pick-me-upper.  What do I mean by this? Well, it’s like getting what you’ve been praying for…but not quite.

It actually makes my day most of the time, all those not-quites. I love them, but not as much as getting what I’ve been waiting for. It’s funny….I guess the reach of my prayers has not gone to the international level yet, hence it is constantly redirected to the local scene. I was praying so hard for something… and well, I got it, but not quite….

Yesterday (July 23…today is the 24th…still haven’t fixed the date settings) was my birthday. And I guess you could say I got a taste of what I was waiting for. I’m being vauge on purpose, by the way. Mahirap na e. Anyhooo….I met someone who goes by the same name (as the person whose job i soooo would love to have), who speaks German, who gave me tips on how to get to Germany for the World Cup next year.

I wonder, If I applied as an apprentice (though I doubt their team needs one), would I get to Germany next year in time for the World Cup?  Where would I live? Near them I guess. I ought to learn German then. Oh and I’d love to drive at the autobahn too. Come to think of it…working with them would be more than enough. Okay let’s quit the daydreaming. I’m getting ahead of myself. To increase the chances of any of those happening….

…first things first:  *drumroll please*

July is almost over! I have this stupid smile on my face again. Leo!!! Wahaha! Do you know what this means? Do you? Do you?! DO YOU?!? This means: Wahooooooooooooooooooooooo! Translation: Will you e-mail, or will I? WHatchathink?! I can’t wait to travel and do all the stuf they’ve done!Okay, the truth is I just can’t wait to get a single e-mail from ‘em in my inbox, that is really for me, not something he sent YOU *ouch!*, which you forwarded to me.  Hmmm…maybe I should do the e-mailing? What should I say? What excuse could I possibly give? See, I still feel the same way. After all the agony your bet is putting me through, I deserve to win! Ang daya ng bet na ito a. All you have to do is sit back and relax while I blow my brains (and heart) out!

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Yesterday was probably the busiest birthday ever (since I don’t usually do much on my birthday). Futbol training in the morning, lunch with my parents at my fave resto (Heaven ‘n Eggs!!!), attended a seminar on directing music videos, and then went to the Extra Challenge reunion. It was one of the best birthdays ever.

Surprisingly, futbol was not the high of my day (in fact, I was sooo sleepy I became too lazy to run after some passes…I know, that’s really bad!). The day’s highest high was the Extra Challenge reunion. It was so nice to finally get together with the rest of the challengers - for a night of catching up, and of course, karaoke! I was so touched since they even had a birthday cake - yes I realize it was for all of the July celebrants, but they let me blow out the candles.

Biggest surprise of the day (aside from the morning’s pleasant surprise): Paolo Bediones dropped by for the reunion. I must admit at some point I thought he’d end up being one of those celebs who’d say they’d attend something and then politely back out at the last minute. But he did keep his word. He did attend the reunion, even though he had a busy schedule. That was really nice of him.

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I started keeping a blog hoping that I’d get my original writing style back (all those tv and radio scriptwritng classes affect how you write essays and the like). But so far…. hay.  I’ve been TOOMAD (hey dan finally used our new word! TOOMAD = too + tamad) to write properly…. sigh.

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Presentation day tomorrow. I hope everything goes right. Hmmm…maybe we’ll get to go wall climbing afterwards….

Today’s horoscope (not that I really believe in them, just found this one, errm…painfully funny):

An out-of-towner with a terrific accent and an even more exotic
attitude is about to cross your path, ready, willing and eager to
charge into your life and help you to make some much needed changes.
Ready? Ready to meet yet one more exotic, interesting new friend? Because you’re due to run into them at any moment, probably under odd or unusual circumstances. You’ll recognize them by the mischievous grin they’ll be wearing — the one that will perfectly match your own. From the second you two make eye contact, you’ll feel as if you’ve known each other forever. Don’t be surprised if you end up having a nice long heart-to-heart chat about reincarnation.

Sigh. Sure, sure. That would’ve been nice, wouldn’t it?  I’m caught between rolling on the floor, laughing…and sulking. Arrrggghhh! November! November! Malapit na~! This is the worst bet ever!

I took Kate’s tickle test for fun… and the result? I nearly fell off my chair.

"Jo, the best Zodiac Match for your personality is Aquarius."
   
   
No damn way! You have got to be kidding me! My worst enemies have always been Aquarians. Yes, I have a Water-bearer friends I get along with, but the record is still with Aquarians being my worst enemies! The worst, I tell you! All my enemies have that one thing in common (aside from being irritating): they are water-bearers. Here’s what the results said:
   
   
   
Aquarius, the Water Bearer (January 21 to February 19): This friendly and thoughtful partner is just your type. Initially, an Aquarius may catch your attention by showing you their intellectual side and optimistic outlook. But as you get to know them better, you’re likely to be even more drawn to an Aquarian’s idealistic resolve and focus on making positive change. People born under this sign are frequently capable of seeing both sides in any dispute. (Oh please!!! I beg to differ! There are exceptions!) This can make them quite talented when it comes to finding creative solutions in your relationship. Your Aquarius may be a bit headstrong at moments, but they’ll also tend to look for the bright side in times of trouble. In the bedroom, you’ll likely find the Water Bearer both discrete and cautious. An Aquarian will ordinarily make sure that all areas of your relationship are strong before plunging into sex. Overall, Aquarians are solid, unwavering partners and complex people. So, it may take you a little extra time to get to know your Aquarian match, but it’s apt to be well worth the wait.

Okay, I’m obviously not happy with the test results. In my experience, I’ve found that I get along best with Sags (Hmmm…isn’t Owen a Sag? Nyahahaha) and Caps (my mom’s a capricorn, maybe that’s why). I also get along with Geminis and other Leos…well, maybe as long as I’m not in a relationship with them. But what comes out with that compatibility thing? Aquarius?! Oh man. I didn’t see that coming.

Yes, yes, I’m generalizing. It’s a fallacy, I know. But I’m bored. I’m taking quizzes for goodnesssaaakes.

Okay next quiz…let’s see who my inner pop star is. nyahahahaha….. it’s…. it’s….
oh my god, i’m a teenybopper. Ick. I’m getting surprised by the results here….

       
      

You’re kind and sincere with a wholesome attitude that’s bound to earn
you a place in the hearts of adoring fans everywhere. You’re probably
committed to your friends, your family, and staying true to your values
— and your upbeat, forward-thinking words inspire others to stay
positive in their own lives. How can anyone be down in the dumps when
there’s a megawatt personality like yours beside them?

You put the "pop" in popular, and your fans probably see you as one of
them. And that’s why your style should reflect…well…the fresh
perspective of the times. From bucket hats and floral blouses to any
sweet look that accentuates your girl-next-door personality — you’ve
got a wide range of options. Just stay away from outfits that scream extreme.
Sure, you might sometimes feel a little limited by this look (who
doesn’t want to throw on some leather now and then?) But overall, your
uber-cute, fresh look is the perfect match for the values you’re most
passionate about. What else can we say? Rock on!
   
   
   
Hmm…I’ll stop taking quizzes for now….The results are quite…uh…shocking. Oh wait. One last one. Aura. Can’t go wrong there, right?

Finally! A result I LIKE!

We don’t need a psychic to tell us that you’re giving off a Gold
vibe. You couldn’t ask for a better color — a glistening gold aura is
as good as it gets. A lively blend of yellow and orange, gold people
are happy, playful, energetic, sensitive, and generous. Always up for
adventure, you’d give a friend in need the shirt off your back. You’re
spiritual, too — all those halos in old paintings aren’t colored gold
by coincidence. Almost childlike in the carefree, joyful way you live
your life, you’re popular and outgoing with your large circle of
friends. Chances are you’re so full of light and energy that you
sometimes find it hard to sit still and chill out. Instead, you’re
constantly looking for excitement, no matter how risky or impulsive the
occasion. Happy-go-lucky and always laughing, you truly are as good as
gold.
   
   

Okay, I’m happy now. Will start doing something else…

Was listening to this song…. Catchy beat. When it hit the chorus, there were so  many voices singing it (fast pace too), I couldn’t understand what they were saying. So I looked up the lyrics. Laughtrip! The beat disguises it real well. Download it, hehehe.  Here it is:

Lyin’ Ass Bitch by Fishbone

Lalalala Lalalalala (x4)

I knew her and she knew me
When she asks me to introduce him
When I did we were three
Until she tried to seduce him

I really thought our love was much too strong
But that little slut just proved us Wrong
I still care and that’s my fatal flaw
Cause sharing you will surely kill us all !!

She’s just a…
Lalalala Lalalalala

You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she really doesn’t

She swears that her heart’s for you
And she swears that her love never ends
She swears that she’s all for you
As she messes around with your friends

I really thougth our love was much too strong
But that little slut just proved us Wrong
I still care and that’s my fatal flaw
Cause sharing you will surely kill us all !!

She’s just a…
Lalalala Lalalalala

You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she really doesn’t

She’s just a…
Lalalala Lalalalala

You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she doesn’t
You’re nothing but a little lyin’ ass bitch !
You know she says she loves you but you know she really doesn’t

This song is dedicated to Lying Ass Yvette

The lyin’, piss off, sack of shit
Slut trash can scumish
Dirt bag… Biiiitch ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Have been home since last week. On the evil stepsister diet. This means: no work, no exercise, lotsa junk food, and lots of television. And I’m sick of it.

Crazy, logic-defying, stupid thoughts and ramblings. (This makes it very obvious that I want to hit the track or at least DO SOMETHING. Being sedentary is bad for the hyperactive)

No wonder all those fairy-tale princesses got the prince.  Being a picked-on heroine doesn’t seem all that bad all of a sudden, in fact, the lifestyle sets you up for success:

Example #1: Cinderella. Do you think Cinderella would have been so nice and patient were it not for her evil stepsisters? Anyone who can survive that ordeal graciously will definitely radiate. And do you think Cinderella would have fit into that gown if she hadn’t been doing all that housework to keep herself fit (and just look at the typical evil stepsister: fat and with bad skin….why? they don’t do any work and keep eating junk….hence my evil stepsister diet)

Example #2: Sleeping Beauty. She slept for ohhhh soooo long. No wonder she has good skin. No wonder she didn’t get fat (she doesn’t have to wake up and eat the fattening foods royalty is entitled to) And Maleficent (whatever the witch’s name was)….is green (not just with envy)…she didn’t get any sleep just preparing for the day a prince might show up and decide to carry Sleeping Beauty off.

Example #3: Snow White. Aside from the usual work/chores a heroine must do when she is staying with other people to keep her fit and healthy… Do you think she would’ve woken up if the evil stepmother had given her a piece of rich, melty chocolate instead of an apple? Hehehe. I think not!

Example # 4: Little Mermaid. Her wanderlust keeps her fit! She has to swim everywhere she goes. And seafood is good for the body. Added calorie burn when swimming for life, from sharks and other meat-eaters.  Hahaha. ;P

Example #5: Thumbelina. Small in everything, one big adventure. Need I say more?

Example #6: Mulan. What, with all that training?! What did you expect?

Example #7: Rapunzel. I imagine being locked in a tower for a long time would make anyone fat and eventually drive people insane. But hey, the stepmother rations her food, she’s practically the girl’s nutritionist I imagine. (Or maybe all the excess calories go to her hair…hahaha)

Example #8: Swan Princess. She was turned into a Swan. If that’s not depressing enough to get you to stop eating altogether, then eating only bird food should do the trick. Plus, evading hungry crocodiles (in the cartoon movie anyway) should keep you fit, dontchathink?

Example #9: Beauty and the Beast. Beauty had eeeevil stepsisters. Same theory applies here.

Example #10: Jasmine (of Aladdin movie). No stepsisters, but sneaking out of the palace for a lunchtime adventure sure does the trick. O di ba? Pole-jumping over the rooftops and running away from security  would keep anyone trim I imagine.

I’m too lazy to qualify them… I’m too lazy to type, actually. Ugh. I’m sooo frickin’ lazy. What a useless post. Hahaha. Oh well! At least I exercised my fingers (wtf?!) Hahaha

My happy song of the moment? SHOUT! I love the version in the *old* movie Sister Act.(Yes, the one with Whoopi Goldberg)

"You know you make me wana shout!
Kick my heels up and… (shout!)
Throw my hands up and…(shout!)
Throw my head back and… (shout!)
Come on now!"

Two birds with one stone!
1. Wakeboarding! Wahooo! Getting thrown off and spinning madly through the air! Wahoo! Wahoo! Yes, wakeboarding while you have a slight flu sucks, but the feeling of gliding over the water (and flying through the air) was well worth it.

2. FINALLY found monkeybars to hang upside down from! In the nick of time, too! I beat the deadline! I fulfilled my childhood promise! I can now turn twenty-*something* happily. Hahaha! Wahooo! (Wahoo!)

I went wakeboarding with Nikki and Patty last Saturday at Lago de Oro in Batangas. What fuN!!! I think I had actually forgotten what it felt like to have an all-girl adventure, since I’m usually with Mark and Leo. Hehehe. It was so much fun! Girls, let’s do this again! WHat’s next? Aikido? Capoiera? Yoga? Count me in, I’m game! :D   

Okay, I must admit, I was slightly put off at first because the girls were telling me, "Jo, I must warn you…Kadiri yung tubig…the water isn’t clear…and the mud under, you can feel it… squishy.. and may lumot pa ata." But they also said, "You’ll forget about it once you’ve tried it."

And sure enough…yeah, I didn’t really mind the water and the squishy pond bottom once I started gliding across the water…. but when I hit the turns I couldn’t help BUT remember - since I flew through the air. Was unprepared for the sudden change in speed and rope tension/slack - hence, the flying bit. But as I got used to it, it didn’t really matter any longer if I fell into the icky water or not (Besides, had drank enough of the water *by accident* after how many "flights"…so by that point, I really didn’t give a damn any longer)

Was very happy that I managed to complete 1.9 nonstop rounds of the whole thing (slightly larger than sunken garden) - considering it was my first day. After I had finished my first round, I was sooo suprised and was eager to complete a second one…but I had another thing coming. As I came to the last turn, my board slipped from beneath me, and I realized *a bit too late, delayed reaction thanks to still having slight fever* I was just holding onto the rope, with no board beneath me. Of course, if you do this and then let go, you’ll be flipped like a hamburger. Well, no choice. I let go, but was sooo tempted to just hang on and see how far I can glide on my belly, without a board. Flip! Flip! BLAG! SPLASH! Ewwwww. Muddy bottom (of pond, not my bottom mind you. Hahaha!).

I was starting to get the hang of it after a while. I wouldn’t fly upon reaching the turns. Then, upon approaching the last turn on my very last round for the day, the board slipped from beneath me *geee, doesn’t that feel awfully familiar?*, and I was flung into the air once more. The difference is, that this time, I must’ve been flung *either* higher or for a tad bit longer, since the rope clipped my left foot and sliced off a bit of skin. I emerged from the water with a gushing wound. Considering it stung a lot, it was a surface wound…but it was bleeding like crazy. I was just staring at the blood pooling at the base of the little flap of skin that was sticking out, still attached to my foot…

Oh anyhooo… we decided to swim some laps in the pool afterwards… and that was when I spotted it… monkeybars! A chance to swing upside down and fulfill the promise I made to myself when I was a kid (to swing upside down before I turned twenty-two - since I was not allowed to do so as a child). And…There were no kids playing around it…because it was raining.

You’d think I would have been smart and cautious (read: boring adult?) enough to realize that it was slippery because of the rain. Well of course I realized that. But I still went ahead and hung upside down. I won’t get a chance like that again! I must say… it probably would’ve felt different if I still had the body of an eight-year old. But whattheheck! Twas a fun experience nevertheless! Sayang, couldn’t whip a cam out since it was, afterall, a heavy downpour.

Fastforward to present. Am now sicker than ever, and my parents finally noticed it (much harder to hide it now, with all the aches and pains), but they think it’s because of the wound. They have no idea I’ve been sick since last week and that I managed to hide it from them for a while (yes, yes, I know, am such a child).

Fever, cough and colds, sore muscles, stiff neck (must’ve been from all the falling…and spinning)

…dad now says I cannot take a bath for three days so that the wound heals properly. WTF?!?!?! Are you kidding me?!?! Three days?! Hah! I take my baths when he’s either asleep or out. Mom knows though. SHe just laughs it off and says I’m on my own if he finds out.

…Have not been to the gym since Tuesday last week. Have not completed even a 2km, 5km, 7km  or 10km run. Ugh. I feel so crappy! And fat. And lazy. Nothing else to do at home but eat and try to recover…but it’s all junk here…uuugggghhhh! Am dying for some sort of activity. I ended up juggling the soccer ball and jumping rope in the small space in my room…. Broke something…but it wasn’t important (read: no one heard it break) so that’s okay. Hahaha.

Lau, big problem! can’t go to futbol on Sat! Let’s film on…erm…SUnday? Have another production meeting slash presentation with the client. :,( Sa hapon na lang kayo mag-training! If I can sneak out of the  house, it doesn’t matter that this wound hasn’t fully healed! I’d play! Sige na, hapon na lang ;D

Lines from my *songs* of the moment: (can you identify songs just by reading the lyrics? answers below)

1. Here’s the first one… clue: one of the American Idol contestant sang this…

Believe me
You really don’t have to worry
I only want to make you happy
And if you say
Hey, go away, I will
But I think better still
I’d better  stay around and love you
Do you think I have a case?
Let me ask you to your face
Do you think you love me?
   
   
   
2.  Soundtrack…

Each morning I get up I die a little
Can’t barely stand on my feet.
Take a look in the mirror
Lord, what you’re doing to me.
I’ve spent all my years believing in you, but I just can’t get no relief….
   
   
   
3. from a Christian-inspired band… I think…

Maybe redemption has stories to tellMaybe forgiveness is right where you fellWhere can you run to escape from yourself?Where you gonna go?Where you gonna go?Salvation is here         4.  This one's easy... think DMB.

It's crazy I'm thinkingJust knowing that the world is roundAnd here I'm dancing on the groundAm I right side up or upside downAnd is this real or am I dreaming

5. Think of a tv show with lawyers....

I've been down this road Walking the line that's painted by pride And i have made mistakes in my life that i just can't hide.  But I believe I'm ready for what love has to bring I've got myself together Now i'm ready to sing. 

          6. This one's really easy, no clues...

From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, boyMy heart said follow through.But I know now that I'm way down on your lineBut the waiting feeling's fineSo don't treat me like a puppet on a string'Cause I know how to do my thingDon't talk to me as if you think I'm dumbI wanna know when you're gonna come         7. when this happens, the movie's practically over... everything is resolved. happily ever after.It's the way you love meIt's a feeling like this--It's centrifugal motionIt's perpetual bliss.It's that pivotal momentIt's  impossible

8.  Think acoustic...

I could have met you in a sandboxI could have passed you on the sidewalkCould I have missed my chanceAnd watched you walk away?Oh no way            

1. i think i love you 2. somebody to love 3. dare you to move 4. crush 5. i've been searching my soul6. waiting in vain7. this kiss8. love song for no one

I’m sick. But it should be expected. I ALWAYS get sick in July. ALWAYS. Every single year… something always manages to happen in July….and I ALWAYS get sick. Oh well.

Awww man.This sucks. I pushed it too much. I overtrained. I should not have made 7km a minimum and 10km the maximum. It was just too soon I guess. Ugh. I feel so weak.

Woke up yesterday feeling weird….. Not to mention I had a MAJOR headache - I don’t usually get headaches, let alone ones like that (feels like your brain is play-dough - dense and mushy and yet hollow or light like dry paper mache…feels like you’re on a swing and as you swing up your brain gets left behind)

Anyhooo I decided to skip the gym and give my self a rest. Met up with Mark and Karen in Glori because we were supposed to present the Colayco teasers to Sir Jun in UPD. Turns out sir Jun was sick and had stayed home, and Leo would be bringing his part at around 8pm. We ended up in Ortigas and then Shaw, looking for the Sony Service Center (Mark’s beloved new cam…may topak).

Watched Fantastic Four afterwards, in Shangrila Cineplex….I just love Johnny Storm! Anyway, tWas my first time to watch a movie there. Nice cinema….but *very* cold. Especially for someone who was about to come down with the flu, chills and all. Good thing I had a jacket with me. The funny thing is, I felt even more cold (and got *more* chills) when we had already left the cinema and had boared the MRT.

Towards the end of the day - that’s when the muscle pain kicked in. Twitches everywhere. Sharp pains that come and go…and then come back and last longer.But would that stop me from my "hobby"? Hell, no… hahaha.

When we met up with Leo at the Shell station…well, Surf (his car) was probably sooo happy to see me that it refused to start. It seems this ALWAYS happens when I board the shotgun. ALWAYS. This started out as a joke, because I somehow enjoy pushing cars that refuse to start. I don’t know why, but I just do. Anyway, I used to "tell" Surf, "I feel like pushing a car. Don’t start!" And Lo and behold… the car would NOT start. And this happened several times, in different places…outside Leo’s house, Fete, mall parking lots, our college parking lot (watch out for that downhill path to the media center!), gas stations, sir jun’s house….and more places to come. Hey, what can I say? It’s moments like those that you will always remember (and have a good laugh about), right? I ought to add "pushing cars that refuse to start" on my list of hobbies…

But I was *NOT* thinking of pushing a car last night. But I did anyway (in HIGH HEELS! Hahaha!) Twice! With Mark pushing too, of course. That was fun. One thing I will always enjoy, no matter how sick I get (I hope!).

When I got  home last night, I had to act a-Ok. Straightened up, took off my jacket (Can’t have them finding out I have the chills) and greeted everyone in the house the way I usually do. That took some effort, since I don’t like pretending, especially not when I’m at home (It’s home! You’re supposed to be comfy, right?!). Damn. I was freezing my @** off, and I couldn’t wait to get into my room and throw on everything I could possibly find to keep warm.

But that had to wait, because I had to undergo my dad’s "interrogation" first…and that lasted a good five to ten minutes… and I was made to sit in front of the electric fan with the setting on high (it was humid and hot, to the normal healthy person) Now that’s torture. It seemed to last forever! It’s hard to smile and answer questions nicely when you feel aches and pains everywhere, when your head feels like play-dough, and when you feel like curling up into a little ball to keep warm.

I walked as calmly as I could to my room afterwards. Upon closing the door, I rushed to my bed and got under the covers. Mmmmm. Warmth at last. After a minute, I put on my pyjamas and was about to take my temperature when mom started knocking on my door. The woman has a radar, I tell you. She just KNOWS when something’s amiss. Took off my jacket and my socks in a hurry and went to open the door. Mom. SHe looked at me in a very strange way…. and my weekend wakeboarding plans flashed before my eyes. Uh-oh. Busted.

Then again, maybe not. She asked about our progresss on the teasers. WHew. Was already calming down when she spotted my shirt collar wasn’t folded properly, and so she proceeded to fold it. I was horrified. Her hand brushed against my neck briefly, and my eyes widened - I hoped she hadn’t seen my reaction. But she’s a mom, her attention was on the collar, not my face. Thank god. Had she touched my neck a bit longer, then she woudl’ve known. My mom has a radar, I tell you! She just knows when I have new bruises from soccer, the tiniest wounds, scratches, pimples, or even mosquito bites! ANd take note, she notices them waaay before I do. Before I even knew I had one! (That also tells you I couldn’t care less about bruising and cuts and the like, but that’s not the point. The point is, my mom has a radar.)

When my mom decided she had asked enough questions and had fixed my pyjamas enough (she also started fixing the shorts), she turned away to go back to her room and call it a night. And as I was closing the door, she turned around and looked at me…. "Jo, why are you wearing pyjamas? It’s hot. And you usually wear dusters. And why are your windows closed?"

Busted.

Think, Jo! Think!

"Um…I’m tired. I just put on the first thing I saw in the cabinet. Just finished unpacking, and I was about to open the windows when you knocked." Well, that was true naman, but I was planning to open just one window. Now I had to open them all.

Lame. Lame. LAME! But mom was probably very sleepy. SHE BOUGHT IT! Whew!!!

Finally alone, I checked my temperature…. high fever.  Of course, I could NOT tell my parents!  If they find out… then I kiss my weekend wakeboarding plans good-bye! And I am NOT about to give that up! I know, I’m acting like such a child, blah blah blah and I should take care of my health blah blah blah…. heck, I know that. That’s why I’m skipping gym today and tomorrow, too. So that by the weekend, I’m all better.

Shaved off 3 minutes! Wooohoo! And to think I did this right after a new *weights* routine. I’m starting to enjoy the squats thanks to that new thingy (the bar is attached to a…erm…um, stand?) I can lean back on while on my way down…much better than the other one, where you’ve got your bum hanging in the air while the heavy barbell is on your back)

…could’ve gone 10km but my calf was starting to twitch…didn’t push it too much, since I want to be able to do 7km again tomorrow.

Come to think of it, if I didn’t want to push it why did I take the spinning class?! Because I want to tire myself out, so I don’t think about things I don’t want to think about. YEah, that’s right. Tumpak.

But I’m too tired… I can’t seem to sleep! Ugggh!!!! Ang labo noh?!

Today’s horoscope (I nearly fell off my chair laughing/cringing/guffawing/whatever-ing):

A social butterfly? Who, you? Oh, you bet you are. You’re so darned sociable that it’s often tough to make a date with you. (Putcha. Ako?! Hahaha~! I’m not that sociable. Not true) Still, if you want to find the time for someone, you’ll find it — and there’s someone you’d cancel just about anything to be with now (Tumpak!!!!!!). The good news is that they’re feeling the same way. (AGAIN, NOT TRUE. Dammit. Add insult to injury why dontcha) Suggest that you two blow off the rest of the world and devote the next 24 hours to each other — period. (I have my pride, no way in hell will I suggest that). Bet you don’t get any arguments. (HAhahahahahaha! i WILL get arguments. If not from the part of my brain that still has some logic and pride in it, then from my friends who will tell me to cut the crap and snap out of it!)