Bite-sized Life

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Elections are drawing near. And the TV is filled with commercials of senatorial candidates hanging out with the poor people, helping sick people in hospitals, building structures like schools and markets- it's all just plain manipulative!!!

Philippine politicians suck.

Alright. I was bored to death at home with the most terrible sore throat and saw some video tapes with Disney movies that my aunt and her husband recorded for us few years ago. (I looove my aunt to death right now for doing so.)
So three days ago, I had a Disney movie marathon! Here are just some of the movies I watched:

I wonder if Disney is making anymore animated movies with princesses , with all the singing and the falling-in-love plots.

Ugh. Can't believe it.
I'm in the city right now (which is 5 hours away from home) for an interview in a college and today my best friend back home just had her tooth pulled out. I had a tooth pulled out last year so before I left,
I warned her about the aftermath of the process.

Sigh...

My sister's insane. When she was off to travel with our eldest bro, she told me not to go out (to the mall, to be exact) and she even warned me not to get ask for the emergency money mom left for us.
You think I'm gonna listen to her? (chuh.)
Right after they left, I immediatly changed to my outfit and hopped a ride to the mall. I didn't tell her I have my own money. Haha!!
I'm 2 years older than my sister, so naturally I am in position to listen to her or not. It's the law of the birth order.
Besides, I'm bored.
If I ever listen to her stupid orders (which is pathetic really, when will she learn I will not listen to her for like- ever???), the world will not make sense anymore.

Excellent. Total pageviews for March: 298. Much better than February's 90 pageviews (for being too busy).
Anyway, here are reasons why my mom doesn't approve of Forbidden guy:
- he's six years my senior
- he wears earrings
- he doesn't have a similar upbringing as I do.
- he's not CEO of a company. In other words, he is not rich.
- books before boys (even though there's only one boy and that's him)
- prefers guys who has extensive knowledge of boring subjects like math, chemistry, golf and probably fine wine. and all that jazz.
- prefers a foreigner as my prospect. chuh. get real.
- she doesn't see him as my future (gasp) husband. That is SICK. The last thing a teenager (that's me) will think about is getting married!Ewewewewewew!!!! EEEEW! Look, the guy's definitely boyfriend material but we got a looooooooooooooong way to go before we're gonna hear wedding bells. Can't a girl date for self-fulfillment?? Urgh.
- can't date until I'm 18

OK. He's older but my mindset is a little more mature than most girls I know. He wears earrings but that doesn't mean he's some kind of criminal. He's a total nice guy with a shy side. Besides, he looks hot with it.
And we probably don't have the same upbringing but he's really a great guy who's quite devoted to moi. He totally respects me and even gives me the freedom to go out with other guys if I want to.
He's not rich, but he pays for our date.
And he's probably not a mathematician but he's very interesting to talk to. And we're both open to each other.
So if I want him as a boyfriend, he will be my boyfriend! Even if I have to wait for another year to be 18!

I've got nothing against people with inferiority complex or something, but it gets tiring to hear about one's belly pooch, pudgy nose, cellulite thighs or hateful hair. It's either you deal with it or shut up.
I know some people who shrink when others compliment them. If a person says, "you're glowing today." The complimentee shrugs and blushes saying, "oh, I'm not. You're just saying that coz I'm blahblahblah..." instead of getting it over with a simple, sincere "thank you."
Even if the compliment tends to be sarcastic or fake, a "thank you" would suffice the situation.
Seriously, it wouldn't kill you to love yourself for being yourself.
Sure, I have a few bad hair days, or days I just don't feel bouncy or outgoing. I even have days where I look in the mirror and just laugh at my imperfect bits. And I don't complain.
But that's part of being able to love and accept yourself.

Hmm... Two weeks ago (on a Friday, to be exact)I was just assisting my uncle with his shopping. I was bored out of my wits. And hungry. So after our shopping spree in the mall, we went to a fastfood restaurant.
I was about to smother my sorrows with a chicken salad, knowing that the chances of seeing Forbidden guy was very, like, nil. The mall was closing and only the restaurants were still open.
After a serving of chicken salad, HE passed through.
Oh. My. God.
I kept a straight face since I was with my uncle. And yeah, he spotted me and there was a delighted look on his face as he passed by and went out through the other entrance. (Restaurant has two entrances)
My mind immediatly stared racing. So I used a very cliche' (but used it for the very first time) excuse to my uncle: I needed to go to the ladies' room.
Since the restaurant didn't have a restroom, I was free to go. Brilliant.
I immediatly spotted HIM in the nearby video store.
We chatted while I looked at him up and down: oh god. He's wearing an earring- wait- earrings on both ears! Cutie factor just spun up to the tenth power. My mom will SO not approve of him. I had to laugh at him coz he thought I was out on a date. I had to explain that the guy I'm with is my uncle. Harhar.

Did the strangest thing a few days ago. I woke up one cool morning, stretched reeeaal good, then hugged my other pillow and muttered HIS name. (Yeah, Forbidden guy's name.)
Shit.
I've spent talking to him way past midnight last night.
Mortification overcame me. Am I that into him??
So I spent the whole morning trying to figure out my insanity. We've known each other for nearly 2 years, have gone out only once and I'm still unsure about what I feel about the whole thing.
So I've come to a conclusion that I'm very crazy, stupidly, adorably in love with him as he is with me.
If mom finds out, she'll have a bitch fit and probably throw me out of the house.
Hurrah.

I so can't believe my friend. Let's call her V. V has this sudden obsession over her weight and it's totally insane the way she counts calories.
I've got an absolutely heaven-sent metabolism so I haven't cared how much I eat. I loooove to eat and not gain a pound.
V's story is different. She fretted two days ago when we hung out, saying that her jeans nearly won't fit her.
Buy. New. Jeans.
I guess letting go of her ratty jeans would mean surrendering the battle of the bulge. She's a bit on the pudgy side but she's not that fat!One can totally tell she still has a figure!
When we were just killing time at the mall and we had this long debate on what to eat in KFC.
She practically started to count the calories on the menu board and even recited a list of food she's suppose to avoid. Blahblahblahblah...
Order.A. Damn. Salad.
Does she know you need at least 2000 calories to survive?
It's friggin' stupid to avoid calories at all cost when it's one of the things that's keeping us alive.
She's saying she had already cut rice off her diet and she's still gaining. I asked her if she eats vegetables. She says she doesn't.
Huh. Think I found the problem.