Yes, from Joanne's "surprise" party. And a lot of other things as well. Finally, I get to post a new entry. And I am now trying to cram everything I want to say into a few lines. But I always have that tendency to talk a lot don't I.

Anyway, I really am not happy with my life right now. No, nothing THAT serious, but it might as well be. I am now trying to shape my life into a contour still trapped in my friggin' head. I really want to do a lot, and I just hope I don't break under the pressure, what with being a pre-med student and all. But I'm still not there yet. I have yet to take this life-rearranging project off the ground, but actually living an idea is a daunting task. Shucks this is so vague.

A lot of things have already happened, and not for the better, I'm afraid. A lot pisses mo off now. But people don't know that. I'm always "happy." I'm there when someone needs help. But I can't even take care of myself! Sure, it's nice to see all of my friends pick up from where they left off, being content or even happy. But what about me. I can't help but feel that I'm being left behind in a burning building after I pushed everyone out of a fire exit. And what a metaphor. Ew.

It's my lunch buddy's birthday today, so I don't even want to taint this very beautiful day for her. But somehow, I feel the need to get this out. I may not even be including much details, but admitting that I have a problem is enough, I think. And I honestly think that no one can help me. None but me.

I'm back, but I suddenly feel very alone. Sh*t.

Yep, this is my thrid day of driving lessons and I must say, I'm getting pretty great with this sort of stuff. Pretty great meaning having your instructor at your side shouting instructions intermittently and him grabbing the wheel every now and then and having the engine die in the middle of giant intersections (wow I think I have committed a crime regarding parallelism). Whatever. It works for me.

So I drove through traffic today. I'm great with this clutch, brake! thing. As in talaga. :D And my opinion about Filipino drivers has changed for the better. They can see the sign at the back of the car that I was driving. It said "Caution! Student Driver." And they all made allowances for me. Well for the first thrity seconds of my driving spree, anyway. After that they kept on honking like crazy. It was as if they were late for an appointment or something. Hello! Hindi ko na kasalanan kung hindi kayo gumising nang maaga. It's only my third day! Sheesh.

Anyway, I still haven't made a dent on Wicked. I'm stuck with Fareis Dei Mar and Lanfear and Ba'alzamon and everything. Gosh I mean Kahlan and the gang. Haha. Not that I love Rand and the others less, but I loved D'hara's people first. Okay for people who aren't Joan, I think I'm not making sense here. Basta. And I hope against whatever that my dad can find Phantom in New York. Please?

Aba at malapit na ang birthday ng aking lunch buddy. Malapit meaning 26 days. Ano kaya ibibigay ko sa kanya? Hmmmm.

My LJ is so rotting. Hay what do I do with it then?

I miss the iMed pips. And the Grav pips.

I found a giant jar of Nutella at home the other day! And it was still newly opened! And I'm the only one eating it! Yes naman, hello calories!

Ayoko na mag-type. :P