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This post is by no means a good one, so if you’re looking for the usual products of boredom I produce, slowly turn around and walk away this very instant.

SOoo… My 21st is just a few weeks away (17 days to be exact). Although people are offering to stage me some stag parties (how many are guys supposed to have on their 21st anyway?!?!), and I probably have said yes to a couple of offers, you could do well to not spend too much (are hookers expensive?) on my birthday, and look over my wishlist instead, hehehe…

Anyway, jesting aside, I’d be really happy if some of these things became part of my possessions on the fifteenth of August. Thanks in advance to everyone who’re planning to send me some gifts!!!

MY 21st BIRTHDAY WISHLIST (Updated August 12, 2008)

1. A Yamaha C40 (expensive, yes, so I might have to buy this one for myself) A male Gliederpuppe
   (can be purchased at the National Book Store)
2. A capo Guitar Polish
3. An 8GB Flash Drive
4. A Parker Jotter with Andie Albino engraved on it (Please, not Vikki Fe Albino, I AM BEGGING YOU)
5. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
6. Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
7. Neuromancer by William Gibson
8. Choke by Chuck Palahniuk Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
9. Atonement by Ian McEwan
10. Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
11. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
12. The Hours by Michael Cunningham
13. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
14. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
15. Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson
16. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
17. White Oleander by Janet Fitch
18. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
19. Ignorance by Milan Kundera
20. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
21. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

OK. That’s 21. You’ve probably noticed it’s mostly books, since books are really accessible. I don’t mind owning secondhand stuff (books, and even the guitar, *wink, wink*), just so you’d know. Anyway, I’m not saying presents that aren’t on this list won’t be accepted. A nice “Happy Birthday” text message should be enough if you have no cash (or secondhand books or guitar) to spare.

I’ve reverted my template back to the simplest one I could find. I’m still template-hunting, and I hope this makes everyone reading happy, as the annoying gigantic butterfly has permanently gone off to her home among the sunflowers.

To Rhemal: Posted a link in my friends’ page to yours. Sorry if it took such a while. AAAND… FIND ME SOMEONE WHO WOULD BE WILLING TO TRAIN ME!!! If I’m going to embarrass myself in front of people, might as well do it right.

To Possible Sponsors: Anyone willing to send me to Film School at Full Sail University? That would be such a wonderful birthday gift…

To Everyone else: Why the hell are you reading this?!?! You must be out of your mind…

And as you might have noticed, I’ve been writing more frequently (made three posts in two days, hoorah!!!). I don’t know why but I am, and that’s supposed to be great, right?

Anyway, I’m facing the possibility of transferring my entire blog to a public domain (wordpress or blogspot, doesn’t matter). Kuya Winston’s gift is expiring in 5 months, and I’m not sure if I want to stick around having a domain I can’t keep after I die…

I guess that’s enough for now. I better get going to my class (I’m still home, school’s almost 30 minutes away, and I’ll most probably be thirty minutes late for class).

Next time!

I’m stuck in the middle of another Theology class, and I’m telling you, this feels like no Theology class. I have no idea what’s supposed to be theological about the things she’s saying right now, or maybe it’s just me (I’m not doing much of a good job of listening anyway). This sucks. Every moment I spend in this institution just extends my derangement and decreases my IQ geometrically (scary, I KNOW!).

Menchie and I just had a random conversation regarding the usefulness (or, rather, the lack of it) of our 5-year stay in this… university (but prior to that, let me inform you of the funny incident of the ID. I am hopeless, as you probably know, and I have half the attention span of a goldfish, so it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise if I left my ID at home. So as I was rummaging through my bag, Menchie said “Don’t tell me you forgot your ticket to hell, AGAIN?” Yes. What a perfect way to call the school ID. Menchie is such a genius, I’m telling you!) Anyway, for the better part, we have not learned anything. For the worst part, our teachers have made us either look horribly idiotic, or managed to make that into a reality. So to spare my IQ, I was planning on taking up Masters in Management somewhere other than this pit of a hell, right after graduation. Menchie, on the other hand, wanted to study abroad. I have given up on the possibility of doing that without getting my parents broke. How I wish I could get that $150,000 I need to study film in Full Sail. If someone out there reading this is willing to spare me some change amounting to $150K, I promise to dedicate my first film to you.

I’m bored. Throughout the course of writing this entry, I have fallen asleep three times.