So my Mom & I spent all day today cleaning and tidying-up the house because my godmother, whom I haven't seen in 5 years (more or less), is flying in from San Francisco and she's lodging in with us. It wasn't until around noon when things got interesting. I was cooking lunch while she was mopping the floor and while mopping, she started humming to the tune of some old ballad.

Me:Sino ka, si Snow White?
Mom:Hah, no. Si Cinderella ako.
Me:Asa. Cinderella's blonde!
Mom:Si Cinderella kaya ako! By day, naglilinis ng bahay, tapos pag-gabi rumarampa.
Me:Mommy, si Annie Batumbakal naman yan e.
Mom:*snickering* Annie Batumbakal haha! Oo nga no.
-continue work-
Me:Haha, ikaw si Cinderella ako si Snow White. Parehong naglilinis ng bahay, pag-gabi ikaw rumarampa, ako naman just waiting for someone to sweep me off my feet... And we both talk to cute little critters! *in that omg-so-cute-baby tone* 'Pretty bird!... Hello, squirrel!... Buffalo!!'
Mom:Hahaha! Gaga!

And so, that's how I'm gonna be spending most of my days until my papers are done. I'm so nervous, they're gonna take 3 viles of blood from me on Monday to test me for drugs, HIV & whatever. Omg, needles... I hate needles... I'm scared. =os

Life's giving me a painful lesson on patience -and it's hard.

I like them white boys
I like them Asian boys
I like them mixed race boys
I like them Spanish boys
I like Italian boys
I like them Brazilian boys
I like Puerto Rican boys
I like them tall boys
I like them short boys
I like them brown haired boys
I like them blonde boys
I like them big boys
I like them skinny boys
I even like those scrawny Scottish into pop music but not like sorta like pop dance electro music


Ah, yes, the lovely song by Dragonette. So, boys -what exactly is it that we look for in them? What is it, really, that makes them so adorable and attractive? Could it be those intense eyes that just stare back at your dumbfounded ones? That dazzling smile that makes you wanna smile too?

Boys are so alike yet so different in many ways. As stupid as we girls say they are (because really, why do they claim us girls 'complicated? xD), each one of them has at least a couple things that make them such amazing individuals. Despite their uncontrollable, raging hormones and their egotistic ways (admit it, love), they are sweet, gentle and somehow intelligent beings. They make use of their super-strength to help our frail bones carry big, heavy objects; they brave harsh conditions with their tough skin to save us from getting our delicate ones marred. We don't realize this, but guys actually do a great amount of things just to please us girls. They work hard so they can pay for our dates. They exercise to stay strong and look good for us. They shower everyday and spray perfume and wear deodorant so they always smell nice. They wear nice shoes and clothes so they're always stylish for us. They get regular hair-cuts, style their hair and shave to look neat. With all that was stated, I conclude that we girls have the tendency to be ungrateful for the great amount of effort guys put on for us. Hence, in behalf of my fellow, lovely ladies, I would like to thank Michael Phelps for shaving, making every victory a clean celebration.

As a family, it is a custom for us to gather 'round the dinner table, feast on our delicious supper prepared by my lovely mother, and ogle at our television set to witness our nation's athletes vie for gold. With our teeth gritting, mouth ajar & eyes wide-open in anticipation, behold, the dolphin takes home his eighth golden nugget along with his fellow human friends who somehow possess the same prodigious ability to move swiftly underwater...

Chorus: Wow.
Mom: Grabe, ang galing talaga ni Phelps...
Ellice: I know! And he's good looking too!
Me:*swoons* And he's only 23!!!
-Looks at mom-
Mom: It's okay, it's Michael Phelps. -winks-
Ellice: Yeah, Justine! It's be SO cool to have Michael Phelps as a.. a.. part of the family!
Irene: That would be, a BROTHER-IN-LAW.
Ellice: Yeah, brother in law!
-Irene rolls her eyes-
Me:Right.


So, there you have it. Yet another typical evening for the family. I miss my Dad; he's out of town for a business trip. He'll be back soon though, and I cannot wait 'til he comes back!

Congratulations to team U.S.A.!

So I just finished reading the final installment of Stefanie Meyer's famous ribs-Twilight saga, and I am disappointed.  (Now, if you have yet to read the book, you might want to stop reading this entry at this point because I'm about to spoil the book for you.)

It was a perfect day: the sky was engulfed by gray clouds. The green of the trees and the clashing hues of the flowers were masked with a dull, gray tint. The air was humid and cold as ice.

Drop. Drop. The heavens tried their best to hold in their tears as I marched into what may be the most risible act I can ever do.

It's been a year since that fateful day I jumped off that cliff and you caught me. The best part was that you didn't just catch me then put me down on the ground; you kept me in the palm of your hand and stayed.





With my limbs now sturdier, my heart now tougher, my mind now wiser, and my spirit now stronger, it was time for you to let me go and time for me to start walking on my own. Though 7,373 miles of land and sea stand between us, there will always be that one strong thing that persists us hand in glove: what we have now.