Okay, that maybe a stupid integration of my favorite TV shows, but hey, at least I tried.

I’ve always been a couch potato. That’s just one fact that you can’t miss about me. The main reason why I quit soccer in the 6th grade was because I wanted my homework done before Dawson’s Creek, Angel and Popular on weekdays. This was during my grade school days and TV-landia had presented us with these TV shows because they haven’t gotten over Melrose and Beverly Hills 90210 just yet. Quality TV was now all over my screen and mainly the reason for my perfect boy fantasies. Up to this day, I still regret missing the first season of Dawson’s Creek, since that first season, I haven’t missed an episode since and that makes me feel so proud.

Once all these shows have been axed, I turned my attention to Smallville thus the awakening of my Tuesday habit. I swear, I wouldn’t even talk to anyone during my one hour of Smallville. After Smallville, pretty much all the other good shows followed. Gilmore Girls, The OC and of course MY one tree hill. I was in love with it when no one knew what Tree Hill was all about. Three seasons and counting and I still haven’t missed an episode.

I guess the reason why I fell in love with these shows is the fact that they presented me with a twisted view of reality wherein I could choose my own happy ending depending on my mood. I could be the perfect singer song writer Haley James on Tuesday night and the very smart and savvy Veronica Mars come Wednesday night. Part of the charm of these shows is the fact that it made me look forward to every episode and produces that excitement on its designated day.

However, with the arrival of these pirated all in one CD seasons, its very tempting to just consume them in just one sitting. I should know, I consumed The Ghost Whisperer, Tree Hill Season 3 and soon Prisonbreak doing just that. Its tempting but it loses that part of the charm of agonizing every week on what would REALLY happen next week. Trailers get me by as I constantly think of plots that could relatively better than the original. Its fun! The waiting part’s agonizing but its part of the entire drama.

So, that’s the reason why I skipped out on buying Grey’s Anatomy and Veronica Mars just yet. Its better to wait and see. Besides, my own story plots are so bad.
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For the record, Veronica Mars season two literally fell on my lap, thanks to Fred. So I got to finish what’s left of the season today. And just let me say that I am so glad that Veronica is back with Logan, he’s way better than Duncan anyway. I think Veronica Mars gets creepier every season, but that’s what makes it fun. It seriously surprises you.

Going through old stuff on a Saturday night instead of enjoying Peter Pan II: Return to Neverland on Disney Channel may not be such a good idea.

For starters, it would pull you back to the time wherein you had zero fashion sense and it would take every ounce of fiber in your being to restrain from tearing them apart. They are memories after all.

They can also manifest old journals and writings that spoke of how much joy I had brought about by the simple pleasures, the grief over an unrequited love or friendships gone wrong. It can remind you of how much you used to believe in something but now just laugh at the crazy childhood ramblings. But, somehow, it gave me hope in something that has been trampled on by the many things that life demands from us everyday.

It reminded me of how much I trusted in the Lord and the things He has in store for me. I was eleven years old and I was that faithful in the Lord.

And although my relationship with the Lord has matured as I’ve gotten older, somehow, there’s that hope that has diminished.

I want that hope back. I want that belief so much to live in me again. That childlike dream that makes me smile despite the hectic days and the unpleasant situations.

Wait, I’m being dramatic again. See! That’s the reason why we shouldn’t go through junk. It can jiggle you and shake your senses.

In a good way though, there is always room for improvement- definitely.

Would you believe that after almost a week of reviewing for five gruesome subject this is the only time that I actually had a time to breathe? Its a good thing that I finally get tomorrow and saturday morning off. I’ve been so exahusted and my hand’s so cramped I don’t think I can fully enjoy grey’s anatomy tonight. But I have to enjoy it, I must not fall asleep. The reason why I decided to finally open up my friendster account and try to write something meaningful. I don’t think I can come up with something meaningful just yet. Only that I’m annoyed that I couldn’t update and approve the testimonials that I have on my friendster account. New testimonials always excite me and not being able to approve them just sucks. Anyway, okay, my mind just totally went blank on me. Its like I want to say a million and one things but then I couldn’t. Waah.
Finance test on Saturday.
LORD, help me=)

To begin with geeks rule because:

THEY TURN INTO SUPERMAN (Clark Kent)

THEY BECOME PETER PARKER (YEEHAWWW)

OR THEY TURN INTO REALLY HOT SURGEONS, SPECIFICALLY PATRICK DEMPSEY FROM GREY’S ANATOMY.

Seriously though, GEEKS, aside from beign the smartest people around the block, are probably also the sweetest. They may be caught up in their own worlds but I swear they’re the sweetest.

Also. I constantly learn something from them. After each time I talk to them its like i’m a better person because I learned a lot from just one conversation. There’s no dull moments because I am constantly learning.

Have you ever shared jokes with them? It’s the funnest thing. They have better insights on jokes and making them laugh is like an achievement since they’re dramatically smart.

So, I guess my soeur and I were on the right track. Dorks do RULE. There’s just that little something about them. Thier little quirks.

Its a refreshing change of pace.

There area million and one things that most of us humans deal with everyday. Some mundane and significant, others so trivial that we tend to appreciate how easy it is to resolve them.

These are the things that I must resolve in my life right now:
– My battle with my own insecurities.
– My lack of trust in people close to me
– “THE FINALS”
– My lack of faith in myself
– Little annoyances that pile up to be MAJOR things (no thanks to my emo nature)
– “MYSELF” in general

I’M NOT PERFECT and I DON’T EVEN TRY TO BE. I make mistakes and I say things that I shouldn’t have said due to my big mouth. I’m just simply at the point in my life wherein I want to get out of the personality defect and just GROW UP. The ONE THING that I MUST take control of are my emotions-the weakest part of who I am now. I should learn to grow a thicker skin and have faith in MY GOD. I may not have confidence in myself, but I want to allow the Lord’s confidence to reign in me.

There are still parts of me that the Lord needs to work on and He’s using my current situations just so He could get the message through me. It’s a difficult task and not something that would simply happen overnight. It’s going to be a journey and now way is it easy. But I have a MIGHTY GOD! He will offer me deliverance through these difficult times and I would emerge a better child of God!

“Greater is He who is in me that he who is in the world”

It’s a word I came up with three days ago.
I just realized how deathly afraid I am of being too close to someone I may be attracted to.
Its the fear of rejection, thus the word I called it.

It’s plain crazy and its driving me totally bonkers. But its just the position that I am in now.

I’m scared all the time. Maybe, that’s the reason why whenever anyone would come tooclose, anyone who has the possibility of winning my heart, I STAY AWAY.

I hide under the, “i’m-not-ready” comment that I give people who don’t want to give up on bugging me about my lovelife, but its NOT the entire truth.

I’m just really scared of getting rejected and hurt again. THAT i’m not willing to go through again.

“You know you’re in love when you don’t want to sleep because finally reality is better than your dreams”

What I am going to tell you is going to sound REALLY CRAZY.

I have a crush. A crazy crazy crush.

This crush that I have reminds me of the crushes I used to have when I was TEN.

It’s that CRAZY.

He makes me all wiggly.

I mean, I’m 18 and I should be all mature about this. Apparently NOT.
I swear I’m gushing all over.

I’m to embarassed to even talk about it. Its plain CRAZY.

i CAN’T even explain it.

Ohwell.

1) I think this happened when I was four or five. My parents and I were walking around Megamall’s food court when I decided to show off my “next karate kid” skills to my dad. I did this by kicking while walking with the very famous, “HIYA” comments. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, what made me stop was when I did an impressive high kick which made my right shoe land in the soup of a foreigner, who was eating nearby. Whoops.

2) My first plane ride at age four. I was announcing to the plane’s crew that I was Claudine Baretto (hey, these were the “ang tv” days). I would simply not respond to anyone who called me otherwise (yes even those who called me by my REAL name). My parents were worried that they’d be charged with kidnapping because apparently during that trip, “Carla” did not exist.

3) When I was eleven, I accompanied my baby brother to a VTR. I was so “kilig” to see my then crush, whose name I have forgotten. I was also making fun of the girl beside me who was trying to get his attention by laughing out loud. When I faced my mom to share this funny incident, she laughed out loud too. Apparently, the tissue that I used to wipe the sweat off my face was now all over my face. Yeeawh.

4) I was ten when this incident happened: I picked up my brother from his pre school dressed in my “pambahay” clothes, waited in the designated area with the other “guardians” when a yaya told me, “’Day, bago ka?” Talk about the trauma that that incident has caused!

5) This just happened recently, like a week ago. My mom and I were hanging out at the SISC PR lounge when a nursing dude comes and my mom, all innocent goes rather loudly, “IS that your crush?” Omgg mother. To begin with: NO. And thanks, now I can never face that guy again and I see him EVERDAY.

Joining the annual national marketing convention last Friday totally jolted me out of my senses. Since I don’t have any marketing or advertising subjects this term, I realized that my passion for it has been put to sleep until last Friday.

I LOVE marketing. I LOVE advertising.

Now, I know why I was given the incessant need to talk to people I don’t know and constantly think of scenarios wherein James Lafferty (there was actually a time that it was Lance Bass. Eww.) would ask me to marry him.

When I was eleven and I was convincing everyone I know that Nsync was the greatest boy band on earth by continually forcing them to watch their videos, listen to their songs and read articles about them I didn’t know that I would actually be in the field of “selling” things or people in the future. Also, my matchmaking skills may have also played an important role.

Marketing is fun. I shrink at my lack of adjectives for it. I think the Lord sent me this way for a reason and boy am I glad.

*** Thanks and congrats to the SFC PMA team. Indeed,you have placed SFC in the map. Love you and so so proud of you:)