sa new year na dadating

new year's resolution: 

* cut on sweets (every year nalang jud, which is di jud mahitabo)

* exercise more (utro pud ni ai)

* stay pretty (at least consistent ko ani na region).

not so happy new year

i'm alone and it's 31st of december, so, i ate a tub of ice cream. it's just that, i missed yesterday's grand highschool reunion, wont be home for today's tatay's birthday and absent for the family's new year celebration tomorrow. so, i used the ice cream as a pick me up. did i say, i ate 3 donuts, too? yeah, i did and i forgive myself for that. coz im all alone and i missed the 3 big celebrations back home. and you know what else did i miss? - my sense of humor! seemed like i left it in the philippines. sigh, gonna find ways on how to get it back. 

urgh! it's 8 in the morning and i'm groggy already.

and looking at the postings on facebook didn't help. everyone's happy it's killing me! yeah, i know, i'm bitter! misery loves company jud!

true?

Men can read smaller print than women; women can hear better. Well, I manage to suck at both. Daan pa lagi jud ko, bayot ko.

gifts

Seems like i'm on santa's non-naughty list this year coz i received a lot of christmas presents.

calvin klein and nine west bags from tita susan

perfumes from tita susan

just do it nike shirt still from tita susan

satisfying my sweet tooth, again from tita susan

comfy stylish dress from clay and balot

sweatshirt from sir lex and ate fe

xmas stocking with my name on it from my manager

what's inside the xmas stocking

and lastly, laptop, kindle fire and digicam that i bought for myself

I didn't bring my laptop with me here in the US so I bought a new one, or else, i'm gonna invent a hobby of killing myself out of loneliness.

hotdogs and eggs

my first attempt to cook here in the USA. 

ta daaaaaaaaa..

don't judge! i know how to fry hotdogs. i can't cook but i certainly know how to fry. apparently, i couldn't fry two things at a time. and you should know where's my attention focused the whole time. at least my eggs are perfect :D

i'm a terrible cook! no, that's an understatement, i'm the worst cook!

hay! niuli naman gud akong cook sa Philippines. now, i don't know what's my life gonna be in the next 2 months. and i'm hoping i wont burn the apartment.

christmas away from home

it's my first christmas away from home, it's sadder than i thought it would be. *sigh*

thanks to tita susan who adopted me during this holidays or i else, i would die.

thanks for the comfy room tita :D

-- leaching wifi connection from the neighborhood. christmas is all about sharing, thank you for sharing! 

US ni bai

I've been here in the US for a month and had been in a series of misfortunes already.

for recap:

I slapped my manager. a friendly tap of his arm (I think I did it harder). who does that? normal people don't do that. it's my second time to met him in my four years of working in this company and he asked things and I kinda nervous, so I stuttered a lot and laughed a bit (I do that when I'm nervous), and bang, I slapped him. I do that all the time, no big deal. it's just that, it's my manager, a non-pinoy one. he doesn't know the ways of a crazy giggling girls who spank each others on their crazy hours. oh, i hate myself.

I scraped someone else's car. we had a lunched out, we rode his car, and then on the parking lot, i didn't notice that he parked too close to the adjacent gray van. i must have opened the car door harder that it smacked and scraped the van, leaving some of our car's color into it. waaaaaaa! i hope noone noticed.

I broke the aparment's toilet's water tank. it wont flushed so i tried my superhero powers and tried to fixed the water tank. i ended up worsening the situation as i broke a tube and 'the thing' that i don't know the name. til now its still of no use. power's not good enough :(

I went to a men's restroom. disclaimer: I can read very well and I'm not that blind either, but there are times that I just don't feel like reading signages. so after scandalizing at least three men in the room, I gracefully exited with a sorry face. I bet they couldn't forget that face.

the apartment

paging a hot blue-eyed plumber, i've got an emergency here! my toilet bowl's broken and i dont have any idea how to fix it. it's past midnight already and i'm still awake trying to figure out how to solve this dilemma.

asking help outside is tempting but it's freezing cold it could kill me. i don't wanna die with a full bladder coz that would just add weight to my coffin. they would think i'm that heavy! oh, america!

first christmas stocking

i've got christmas stocking! like my first christmas stocking ever! like it was hanging in my cube's wall when i got in the office.

it has my name on it, with christmas tree design and... oh just let me show you the picture.

that gives me a high. im so high right now i couldn't erased the smile on my face. i know, it's just a christmas stocking, did i say that it's my first christmas stocking ever? yuh, it is! and i am freaking out! i wish i could scream at the top of my lungs and start giggling but i'm still in the office! i didn't even care what's inside in it. woah!

wish you could see how my face lightened up when i saw it. feels like being a kid all over again! oh, that's overreacting, but, christmas stocking? with my name in it? uh!



it's thanksgiving day!
i really dont know much about it, but i've got reason to eat, so, yey!

turkey,
i've never met you before, so, i've got to meet you tomorrow. i definitely don't want our first meeting to be on the table, but i can go with it..

bus-ted 2.0

another crazy bus moment.

so, i was in this bus. an elderly man came when all the chairs were occupied already, so he just settled hisself on the stool in the bus's aisle next to me. i think he is on his 60. i know i should had offered my chair, my conscience told me so, but when you need to spent 3 hours in the bus with strangers, the last thing you need is to be comfortable. and everyone didn't offer anyway.

so, when my seatmate arrived at his destination an hour later, i offered to the elderly man the then already vacant seat next to me. my conscience was then on clean. then, i prepared to took a nap. but then my new found seatmate, lolo, started a conversation. 

the conversation:

lolo: asa ka monaug day?

me: oslob.

lolo: nag-skwela pa ka day?

me: nag trabaho nako nong.

lolo: aw makakabuhi na diay kag pamilya.

me: *silent*

lolo: single pa ka day?

me: (smell something fishy) minyo nako nong.

wrong move, coz he then asked me about my husband's so and so. what's his name, where did he live, offsprings we had, what's his job and so on. and i am not that good in telling lies. i was up to 3 only and everything beyond that is prone to inconsistency. had i already known about this, i should have prepared my fake husband's fake biodata and just gave it to him so he could just read it singlehandedly. so, when he didn't have plans to stop asking, i just said...

me: dili pa bitaw ko minyo nong!

lolo: daan pa lagi ko!

sus, kung dili palang ka tigulang...

he still went on asking things that brought my brows met together. until...

lolo: sun ka day? textmate ta be!

me: (lord, nag joke ka?) dili.

lolo: unsa diay ka? naa man pud koy smart og globe. daghan man ko'g cellphone.

me: (kan-a nang cellphone nimo nong!) smart ko.

lolo: aw, gaan taka sa akong number be, or gai lang ko sa imoha (dayung kuha sa yang phone).

me: masuko ra ba akong uyab nong! (another bakak)

lolo: magsaba sad diay ka?

hay si lolo baya. if i haven't had the manners, i think i could have said hurtful things to him. i sometimes hate myself for being so polite coz others misunderstood it as something pertaining to attraction or whatever it is. am i missing something or there's a written label on my forehead that says 'home for the aged'? coz i seemed like a magnet who attracts elderly people. it happened to me not just once and i know that it will happen to me again. so i need to thicken my patience. and for the record, i'll be practicing my fake husband's fake biodata.

i'll miss you grey

I'm gonna miss Grey :((

My sister held him hostage until her pet, Pinky, will bounce back to health. I'm not good in naming things and so do is my sister, who didn't even bother to christen her. I'll stick to Pinky, though... and I'm more than sure you know why... Tsk! originality is not my thing. (Now, I'm afraid of having babies coz I only knew a few color closest to skintone. And I'm pretty sure they wouldn't love writing Whitey, Browny and Blacky on their exam papers. That's tempting but I don't want hater kids)

Now, I'm gonna nurse a sick laffy for three weeks. And no, I'm not that good a sister is. I did it out of guilt. First, I think, I might be the reason why she's sick :(( I droped it like a foot high, and for a laptop, that is suicide! Of course my sister didn't know that. And it cost me a fortune to bribe my 2 younger sisters who saw the whole thing. Second, I lost Pinky's warranty card! We just had Pinky for over two months and she's very sick and no health insurance at all... coz I lost it :( 


So, I sacrificed Grey out of guilt. He must have miss me so much. Don't worry baby, mommy will do everything to get you out from this hellhole. *thinking* How's that for a real moron?! Maybe, I'm the one who's really sick!

Pinky needs organ transplant that will take 2-3 weeks to arrive from the supplier. So, I'm gonna wait! And that's the hardest part!

Til next time Grey!

city of pines

Baguio! We planned this laag seven months ago and I couldn't believe that it really was happening.

I've spent my entire life in Cebu where the sun loves to comes out. So, going to Baguio was really refreshing! It's like going to a different country. People everywhere were on hoods and jackets and there are even some who wore boots. Amazing! Six hours on the road was totally worth it.

What I love Baguio the most is the fog and the pine trees. It feels like Edward and the Cullens will appears out of nowhere any minute. What can I say, the place is very romantic!

Food are delicious and cheaper. Too bad, I'm on a tight budget coz I spent most of my money buying pasalubong! Bad budgeting :(

My only issue was the slope-y ground. A simple walk gave me a cardio exercise. Good thing the weather was cold that it prevented me from being sweaty. And oh, the sharing of bedroom, too. Coz me + Am2 + Dwight living in the same room, not a very good idea. It's a disaster. It's like world coming to an end.

No, it's not a relocation center. it's a room shared by the raccoons named Am2 and Dwight.. We don't do beds. That only time it looked presentable was when we arrived.

Disclaimer: Dearest future husband, this is definitely not what our home is gonna look like in the near future, believe me. It just so happened that I slept in a not-so right group of people. Don't retreat!

Looking at Mike and Mad's bedroom...

what are they, monks? It looks like it even haven't slept on.

Yeah, I know, it's shame. Messy (me), messier (Am2) and messiest (Dwight) should not share a room. hehehehe. Messy lang ko, akoa man ni nga blog. You can mock me on your own blog :P

Night sessions. We have these brainstorming every before sleeping. Of course there's a wide range of topics. From toot to toot to toot. Sorry mom, I could have choose my friends better but they're all I've got! Mike and Dwight were not that good when it comes to role modelling. Really, they got greener and greener as the day goes by. I can't thank them enough for a lot of unsolicited lessons that I certainly not willing to know. (Or did I?) From the point of attacks to the angle of the flagpost. And since on, 100 is not just a number to me! Really, no normal person could simplify hotdog with two eggs to 100. Bow to that!

And Am, it was a very nice talk. I learned a lot from you. hihihihi. Of course I wont reveal a single word coz I know you'd kill me, and so far, I still love my life, so, my mouth is sealed.

Let picture paints the words :D

stop over at Am-am's tita Bing's house in Pateros

Manila bay?

Luneta park

Luneta park again

Baguio Cathedral

Burnham park

SM Baguio

to the mansion

the mansion

goin' native

Botanical Garden

session road - nangitag pagkaonan

ice cream session in Session

yeah, that's fog

tree house

pose pose sa wishing well

pang koreanovela

gyera na ni!

it's a bird, it's a plane

pasalubong - ang salarin nganu na short ko

sweet life

feels like i had eaten a year's worth of sugar these past four days. 

last sunday we celebrated atchie and dayme's birthday. and you know what happened on birthdays, right? it's a drill and the only part of your body left busy is your mouth, with all the chewing and the talking! the rest, absorbs everything the mouth does and busied fattening. urgh!

so, after eaten a tub of rice and a barrel of fatty meat, i now have a tummy a size of texas. gone are those 4 weeks of excruciating diet! yupak!

i don't wanna talk about cakes and ice creams and delicious fatty foods. coz each one of them screams calories. and there's a rule.  you cannot not eat on birthdays, it's a mortal sin. ok, i made it up, but it was there, waiting for me to pick them up.. *sigh* i'm weak, i know :(

then yesterday, i arrived in the office with chocolates everywhere. and it's for free. wait, is it christmas, already?  what's wrong with free foods? you are forced to eat it coz it's free! it's like it was given to you and it is now your responsibility. and i take responsibilities very seriously. that's how my parents raised me.

so, i eat like a hundred of bars already and there's still more hiding in my cabinet. it's hideous, i don't wanna see it. i know the minute i open it, it magically pops up into my mouth. i do not know which has a mind of its own, my mouth or the chocolates. which is which, i'm not happy about it! *manangil lagi*

i cannot dispose it of course. helloooo, hungry children of africa??? it's a crime! excuse me. *munching chocolate*

ps: i should have write about our last vacation in baguio but my mind's foggy with all the foods i consumed.

hair-y after harry

i cut my hair... again. this time, it really is very short. one minute i was watching hermione (harry potter) on my laptop and then the next time i knew i was holding a pair of stained scissors and did my hair. i don't know what made me do it! it may the sleepiness at 12mn. or the excitement of going to baguio for the first time. or the weather. or the alignment of venus to jupiter. or whatever, i don't know. i could have attribute it to lunacy but it wasn't even full moon at that time. and then i slept afterwards. didn't even contemplate on that outburst, blimey! (eh, that's very harry potter-ish!)

i just realize it this morning when i saw the cut hair scattered on the table. i was so shocked that i immediately grabbed the mirror and looked at the damage. i never had been happier of sporting a curly hair, coz the damage is unnoticeable.

what's rosy of having curly hair is that it's hard to tell if the cut is awful, coz really, the hair itself is awful, nobody cares about the cut! i think nobody even know that i had a new haircut. ugh! i always hate my hair.

i already did this before. twice! the first time was when i was 5 years old. everyone in the class had bangs and i asked mama if i could have one. she wont let me coz i look prettier in one-length hair kuno! so, i put my bangs's fate in my own hands and cut it by myself. i must had cut it really short that the remaining bangs rested right after the scalp. and it was frizzly and dangerously strewn in every direction! god, that was a disaster! i even had a childhood photo with the infamous bangs. i carried the humility for days and i hated it when that incident will be brought to a family table discussion. i don't know who did i look more at that time, bert or ernie [in sesame street].

bert and ernie

lesson learned: mama was right, i looked prettier in one-length. and i never, even once, did dream of having bangs again.

sidenote:

then, while riding a jeepney on the way to the office, a guy (with tattoos and piercings all over his body) in front of me fancied the same hairstyle. i almost yelped "really?!".

that's how i started my day.

shamegleness

Answer to Norina's Ironic Blog.


I think we should form a club. SHAMEgleness (from the root words shame and single) club. I'd be willing to nominate myself as the club president, but that of course after you declined. I have so much respects of you.

I think we need to accept the reality. We're not good at everything. We're stuck at being pretty and that is just painful!

Too bad you're a girl, we could have made a pact like every bestfriends do when they're bored and that is to marry each other at the age of 40 (given if each one is still single). But no matter how hot and classy you are, you're not that lucky to change me from being straight. hihihihi.

It's a shame we're not snails, coz I heard that they can screw everyone else, no gender to worry about. I could have choose you for that matter. *Pause*. That is just disturbing!! But I'm trying to make a point here! Now, I'm jealous to snails.

I'm drunk. Sorry!

another one of those moments

I'm so hungry I could eat a person alive. And what's worse? I can do nothing to mend it. In case you don't know, I'm on a diet and it's killing me. Really, Nothing could top this. It's worse than death.

Now, I'm looking forward to go home so I can eat a whole piece of sweet ripe banana as a dinner, and that is the greatest mockery i could get by far. I couldn't think better, my mind is dull coz I'm HUNGRY. No, STARVING will suit better.

Everyone here is joggling food after food, cookies. bread. chips. And what have I got? A banana that is still in the future. Now tell me, where's the justice here?!

Unya mag sige pa ta ani?

a gay event

There's an inter-town festival competition happened in CICC (Cebu International Convention Center), and Oslob's Tuslob Festival was one of the contingents. There's 39 other competing contingents, that makes them 40 (yay, I'm good in Math). The event lasted roughly for 3 days. These includes preparation, street dancing and the showdown, the highlight of the event. My sister, who happened to be the municipal engineer in Oslob, along with some of the municipal employees, was tasked to guard the props and requested me to help. Kind that I am (aherms), so I obliged. But my story isn't about that!

We stayed in the CICC basement for two days. We practically slept and ate there. I could see that everyone's unhappy to this jaunt except the mosquitoes. Thanks to them, I'm wearing a red polka dot on my skin. All in the love of my town!

On my second night sleeping in the basement, I was awoke at 3AM. I needed to pee but there's no comfort rooms in the vicinity. Well, there were, but they were closed! Though, the bushes nearby looked inviting, but I did not take any chances, people were everywhere. So, I needed a 300-meter sprint to go to a [temporarily build] public CR at the gate. Being 50% percent of my eyes only open, I walked lazily and sleepily into the lesser crowd. That's three in the morning and the showdown ended already, so, the only people left in the area were those who were waiting for the announcement of winners, which in our case, we didn't bother to do so. We prefer sleeping. We didn't expect to win anyway.

To the governor: You know, people have bladders, so, next time you'll hold events like this, open your goddamn precious toilets!!!! so, we don't need to hide between bushes or walk a mile!

As I walked in a pack of people near a pick-up truck, I heard someone's calling my name. I ignored it at first but he called my name again, so, I went nearer to their group. I didn't wear my spectacles, so, I need to go dangerously close to the person to see his face. Anything 5 inches from me were blurry. That was awkward on so many levels. When I was an inch close to his face, I recognized him already. He was my classmate in college whom I didn't see for five years already. We exchanged hellos and greetings. After minutes of talking and looking at his face, I noticed something's different. Then, I thought "Wait, did he pluck his eyebrows? As far as my sleep deprived brain remembers, only girls do that thing - or there's a major fashion statement breakthrough that had happened during my 2-hour napping that I didn't know of?! Yeah, that must be it. Maybe for the the last two hours, fashion evolves and that boys pluck their brows, too". That's desperate and I was. Jeez, he was my friend's boyfriend way back college! Life, you never fail to surprise me! My, his brows are thinner than mine. Suddenly, all the sleepiness in my brain washed away and I totally forgot my full, angry bladder!

And the hair! Oh, it was wavy and long and I prefer to stop there! Looking at my messy woke up hair, oh, never mind!

And just a small trivia, I learned from a friend a month ago that one of my high school classmates has gone the same way. Why is everyone turned into a girl?! 

See, how can everyone's expecting me to get married?! Men that surrounds me are disintegrating from my very own eyes. Com'on, there's a shortage here! The ratio of women to men spikes up. There's a good reason polygamy was practiced in other cultures. 

This is a bad omen. I am not gonna marry.

Good heavens, all I wanted was to pee.

PS: Dear Lord, you might misunderstood me when I said in my blog before that I love gays. Coz some of the men I know sprout to being one. Please spare a handful men for me to choose from. A girl could use a straight one.

- I do love gays. I have so many gay friends. They are funny and loving and they make a good friend.

This is why I dislike people with cameras!

day 10

i am on my 10th day of this goddamn diet and is still perfectly sane, surprise, surprise! i started to dislike that word - diet. i think it shouldn't be consider being a word. i wanted to form a union and convince people to omit it from dictionary or wherever.

now, i feel like the neurons in my brains are dying already. and if anything the diet brought to change me at all, it is my judgment call. so, forgive me if i'm gonna choke someone and consider it as an expression of love. and who'll ever say that they have the toughest job in the world? haven't had tried diet. huh! this makes me think of the hungry children in africa. and watching dwight on his second round of rice is like adding insult to injury.

Lord, in my next life, could you give me dwight's metabolism. i'd kill for that.

worst is, i haven't notice shrinkage in any part of my body except my patience. my patience is so thin, i'm gonna snap by just looking at someone having a hearty meal.

yeah, i'm bitter.

my mother offered me torta (kinda cake) and it took an enermous amount of energy for me to say 'no'.

i need to stop blabbering now, before i'll broke my keyboard. coz i noticed that i pounce it harder than necessary. i must have used the poor thing as a channel for my frustration.

bookworming

Where should I start?! Yeah, books... I love them! Like in a really, really big. You know how they said that a person who reads books are boring... that is just crap! I certainly am not boring. Okey, I wont go all ballistics and paint a clown face, but thats not make me boring. i. am. not. boring.  I just like to be alone sometimes, so, I don't go out a lot. *Pause*. Okey, I'm boring. All of my friends said that to my face. But that's not the point.

The thing is, I love books. I like to sniff on it. I like the sound it produced as I turn a page. I camped in libraries at school. I had the most worn-out borrower's card during college. I had to secure another borrowers card coz the first one overflowed already.

I had this creepy habit that when I go to a person's house, the first one I'll looked for is a book shelf.

Inset: Am-am, wa pa nauli ang isa nimo ka book, heheheh. Marriage2 man to oi, di ko ka-relate :P

I finished my first book when I was nine. I was so shock of the bed scene that I brought it to school the next day and let my classmates read 'that' part. Ha! I couldn't forget the terror in their faces, too!

There are books that are so good, you don't want it to end, yet, you wanted to know how it ends. There are some that you just read coz everybody reads it. And then, there are some that you just read coz there's nothing else to read.

I love it when the book ends as what I imagined it would be. Then, I could say "I knew it" as a bright kid would be. I love it more when it ends farthest from what I thought. It's like riding a car and you didn't notice the blind curve so it took an unexpected swerve. I love authors who could surprise me.

I'll know a book is good if it wouldn't leave my hand no longer than an hour. My eyes stung, and it feels like it'll double my eyes' grade, but I gambled, coz it's too good, it'll kill me to stop!

Most of the time, I can not remember who wrote what, it just the story that stung in my head. It must be a good book when I remembered the author of it, scan his works on the next time I wander a library or a bookstore.

With 9 of his books, I think John Grisham holds the record of the most books I had read. Then Nicholas Sparks came a close second.

If you'll ask me what my favorite book is, I'd say, it's The Firm, I guess... or Da Vinci Code... I remember, it's A Walk To Remeber... no no no, A Little Princess is better... or maybe A Girl in Amber... And the list won't stop! Truth is, I couldn't put it in order. They are good in their own ways.

So, I'll just tell you some of the books that I couldn't forget.

There's this novel that I read when I was 14, it's about slavery, it took place when slavery was still a hit business in America. It's too gory that I could almost taste the bloods pictured in the story. It's the first time my eyes were opened on what people could do for money. The harshness of it was too much for my young brain to bare that I couldn't sleep for days and I couldn't read another book for weeks. I can't remember the title and the author of the novel (told ya!) and at that time I did not consider it as a good book. The violence and the inhuman portrayed in it, made it my least favorite. But thinking now, story-wise, that's the book that I considered the most... NOVEL! Though, it's fictional, but it mirrors similar stories that had happened sometime ago and just by the thought of it, makes me sick to my stomach. (note: I'll post the title and author of the book ASAP)

My Sweet Audrina by VC Andrews. This is one of the most disturbed stories I've ever read. The plot was very dark and I couldn't recall a happy passage of the book. It's a story about a girl, Audrina, who claims she is seven years old, although it is later revealed that her memory is unreliable and that she is 2 years older that she thought she is. She lives in virtual isolation, her only real contact with the outside world being her older cousin, Vera. She is frequently confused about the exact passage of time, leading Vera to mock her for being insane. She has a 2-year-older sister with the same name and birthday as her's, who was gang-raped and died. The First and Best Audrina, as everyone in the house said. Later on, when Audrina is old and already married, her father relents, confessing that the First and Best Audrina never existed. It was Audrina herself who was gang-raped in the woods. Because her father had always told her that she was pure and good, unlike the evil and dirty Vera, the rape left her so traumatized that she attempted suicide. In an attempt to save Audrina from herself, her father subjected her to electro-convulsive therapy, trying to erase the memory of the rape. - from wikipedia

A Time To Kill by John Grisham. It's a story of a 10-year-old black girl who was viciously raped and beaten by two white racist. Her father then murdered the two rapist out of great anger. He was put unto trial and after a lengthy deliberations during which a massive pro-acquittal demonstration is held, the jury acquits him by reason of temporary insanity. This is the first time I heard of Klu Klux Klan organization. Racism is no joke! I can't help but to take side of the father, coz if I was in his shoes, I'll do the same.

The Long Road Home. A story of a priest and nun's forbidden love. Much said.

Johanna Lindsay's and Julie Garwood's books. They are my BFF's favorite's. Norin introduced it to me and I became obsessed with them since on. I could still remember the first book she made me read. Castles by J. Garwood. The book opens at year 1819 and I almost positive that a grunt escaped from my mouth out of desdain. This is a romance book and I'm sure that somewhere in the yellowish pages, will happen in which the hero will kiss his lady. It's not the kiss that I contempt. I'm all for the kissing. It's just that mouthwash and toothpaste wasn't invented at that time. That's my problem. Colgate was commercialized no sooner that 20th century (I think). So, you see, kissing with all the bacteria, it's not that romantic... not at all... unhealthy, even. But, what I like about their books is the setting of the story. It's about cowboys and cowgirls, princes and princesses, saloons and taverns, castles and ranches. It's when pirates and piracy were still at seas and not about selling dvds. It's refreshing... Learning about the ways and tradition in earlier centuries. It's informative, even.

The latest book I finished: Harry Potter 3 - The Prisoner of Azkaban

Currently Reading: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I know, I know, I'm a little behind, I'm just too proud to admit that I like fantasy books, too. It's childish but heck! And it's true, JK Rowling is genius.

Now, excuse me, while I have some Hogwart's spell to cast. Oh! Ron, why you always make me swoon. I love you more and more, if that even possible.