* I seem to enjoy suffocating myself in my own stink. It's been two and a half hours since I left the gym, and suffice to say, I still haven't showered. My perspiration oddly reeks of beer - which is strange but also ridiculously endearing (or so I tell myself.) What kind of red-blooded man does not enjoy a beer-battered damsel...?

* The handsome gym receptionist was present today and he flashed me that wonderful smile, and I decided once and for all that inhibition is a useless aspect of my life. So I said, "Let's elope," and elope we did. And I am now subsequently blogging from an internet cafe of an undisclosed location. And I have a very overactive imagination. And I'm most likely lying through my teeth about most of the events that have transpired.

* My fingernails are always polished with only solid black or the occasional french manicure. Today, I deviated from this normalcy. They are now bright red. Like, D-grade-horror-movie-fake-blood red. Like, only-a-conniving-axe-wielding-harlot-would-wear-this-shade-of-red red. Frankly, I'm loving it. (The way only Spencer Pratt's mother could love him... Bam.)

* Dad called on Valentine's Day. Part of the conversation went like this:
Dad: So do you have a date tonight?
Me: Ah... Err... Unh... Uh... no. Man, I was trying to come up with some extraordinarily hilarious story about how I accidentally poisoned all four of my potential dates. But ah, I lost it. So, just no.
Dad: I see.
Me: DO YOU MISS ME?!?!?!
Dad: No.
Me: Mmmmhmm, sabi mo lang yan! (You're just saying that.)
Then Dad just giggled. Riveting, i know.

* I'm quite happy about having posted my Valenswine video on the tubes. I've actually forgotten how thrilling it is to check emails and find a kind collection of words. Sometimes, I love people. Now being one of those rare sometimes.

* I seriously believe that I have a very cheeky ghost following me around. For the past two weeks, every time I get into my car, the rearview mirror is always in a different position. I don't play with it before I leave the car. I don't think my head or assorted limbs are that huge that they hit the mirror on the way out. Regardless, it's always been moved. It hasn't freaked me out yet as much as it should.

* Yesterday I woke up to find that my good mascara, good retractable eyeliner and mediocre lip-gloss had been taken from my makeup pouch on my dresser. I always put these items back in the makeup pouch. Despite knowing that I put them back in the day before, I still frantically checked under the dresser, under the bed, etc. Nothing. My little sister vehemently denied taking my stash. Somehow, I'm not convinced. Such a coincidence that the day my things disappear is the day it's picture day at school... If I were to put my prejudices aside for a second and pretend my sister is no liar, then that would only point to the favourable conclusion that I do, indeed, have a cheeky ghost on my tail.


/Non-event post ends now.


  1. You are SO smart and SO clever and I WANT YOU.

  2. Some people don't smell much if at all despite getting extremely sweaty. Sometimes I don't have a shower after going climbing, just wipe myself off with a damp cloth and have a shower later at night. Definitely not recommended for some people though!

    I have a ghost(s) haunting my car. There seems to be sticky cob webs all over it no matter how often I brush it, poop is deposited regularly, and there's that layer of dirt...

    For the record, beer smelling damsel = very not good, since I do have a sense of smell.

  3. I hate when I can't find my favorite mascara! Good luck with pictures anyways though.