ahahaha

picture this: the girl to my left with her hair up, and wearing eyeglasses has a stack of thesis to her left and is busily typing in the salient points of these onto her laptop. behind me, studious guy is copiously taking notes from his thick textbook.

i, on the other hand, after booting out the girl occupying the table next to the electric socket, have been chatting with dd, dawdled at friendster for a minute, and now am blogging.

all of us in the grand company of bookshelves upon bookshelves of thesis and dissertations, years of pain and joy holding each other up in this small section of my favorite library.

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the bigger news is that as of 12 minutes ago, i have become officially married. yes. you heard it right.

on friendster. i pronounced myself married. my bridal attire: peach long sleeved top, Levi's low-waist jeans and my brown calf-boots, so there! married and dressed comfily, it doesn't get any better than that! i am even wearing my women-men symbols ring.

hahahaha.

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on my second try, i still haven't caught the presentation of the research titled "boys don't cry or do they?" i was late to the forum mainly because i was glued to the tv watching this plane with twisted wheels (or something like that) attempt an emergency landing at LAX.

ahhhh, the stuff of my nightmares. every few seconds i'd click to a more cheerful channel.

but they landed safely in the time i finally got into the shower.

whew. my bar of soap, 100+ lives.

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didn't get to sleep early last night either because tita e and i caught the finale of rockstar inxs (right after i oriented her on all the characters of one tree hill and their various inter-relations) on our beige couch.

what can i say? :D bagay si jd. but contests like this in the end make you think twenty other thoughts about the prize itself. that in the end there's more than one prize, and the original prize isn't really all that it's cut out to be, after all. that you lost, but still, you won.

kasi, the black guy didn't win, the women didn't win, the mabait rocker-theater person Capricorn didn't win, or Libran sweetie blondie Marty didn't win. in the end, JD, the angsty bratty inconsistent but hella sexy singer guy won. worlds have changed and haven't.

ayos lang pareng migs, lika dito hug kita. (hehehe i guess dahon gets marty). so cute, he thanked australia and the philippines. also, that bohemian rhapsody of his (sorry for the stereotype but for lack of a better description), was soooo gay. it was great and all, but i guess, not inxs.

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and now am stuck wanting to gulp some pepsi and needing the bathroom, but having to defend my socket-available table, and protect my belongings.

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take care, you.