So Sick of Pink
Posted on January 15, 2008 at 11:47 Down the Drain
Alright that’s it I can’t take this anymore. Why is it that most bloggers these days are girls who have pink layouts with either cats or ruffles and the like on it? Do they really need to comment in the ‘sweetest’ way possible, like calling each other “sis”? And why is it that their domain names need to be so “cute” in a kikay‘s point of view? Don’t they look forward to the future? I mean, if they would grow up, do they think it will still suit their preference? I don’t want to be mean or judgmental but I just can’t help it. With the popularity of WordPress growing relatively fast, many and many young girls are drawn to blogging and simply steal use free pink layouts out there.
In Someone Else’s Bed
Posted on January 13, 2008 at 15:10 Down the Drain
Yesterday I went to Iloilo City to buy another Silberchatz (Operating System Concepts) book. Robinson’s Place was my first stop where I met Ophel, my high classmate. As we made our way to CD-R King (I bought a USB hub), she was telling me that her boyfriend is treating her differently since she came back and she found out that he already ‘has’ another girl. She said that she’ll be a certified man-hater now. Blah. I didn’t want to comment. Lol. We had lunch at McDonald’s and the coupons Mama gave me that deducts a few pesos on certain meals were put into use. It still appeared as if I didn’t present one though. After another series of my classmate telling me about her (ex-) boyfriend, we walked the walkways of town to get into D’Tops, a bookstore. As we entered the shop I recognized someone going out — my classmate Janine. The book is not available. Malas. C&E, located beside the Lopez Mansion, was the next stop. I was fascinated to see the inside — books behind glass and a front desk exactly like a hotel. Too formal or what? Sadly, they don’t have the books I was looking for either. But at least they asked for the head of our sub-department. Maybe it’ll give way to the reprinting of books by Pearson.
Without further ado, :suspicious: we went to SM. I bought a Badminton towel grip and a can of Tennis balls and ate at Jollibee (metabolism sucks). We met our other classmate Naiza and together we watched National Treasure: Book of Secrets. The movie’s good. Seeing a scene in which Ben’s (Nicolas Cage) sidekick (let’s call him that way, shall we?) was doing ‘techie’ stuffs while in a bathroom cubicle to hack Buckingham Palace’s security, I can’t help (this has become a cliché for me) but think to myself if I can do any form of it in the future. :faint: They unravel a series of clues that included the Library of Congress and Mount Rushmore. They (Ben’s family) eventually find the City of Gold, but one life was lost.
Since I wasn’t able to buy a book, I decided it would be a great idea to buy a handful of groceries. It was already almost 8:00 when we got out of the cinema. When I arrived at the terminal bound for Miag-ao, as I expected, there were no jeepneys anymore. Tension chilled through me, and I rushed to the highway with the highest possibility of vehicles going home that might pick up passengers bound to the same direction (and hopefully place too) as I am. It was a failure. I ended up in my classmate’s boarding house. Good thing her roommate — and landlady — was not there. There’s always a first time. Whatever. 12 hours after watching National Treasure, I was already back at the dorm.
