Today's turning out to be more depressing by the minute. Exams are over, I've got the whole night to my disposal, and Click's just aching to be watched... but here I am, typing away.

It's all just... whatever, you know?

I guess I should quit complaining and just embrace this... whatever this is. It's not like bringing it out for the world to see would help in any way.

Don't mind me, I'm just a passing jackass!

Four things to do, three places to go, tomorrow. There's songfest practice at Janine's, then I need to find some non-hassle place to binge my allowance. It's Nikki Balmeo's debut tomorrow, and my creative juices have equaled to nil; I can't think of an outfit for the party.  Ah well. Que sera sera.

I've glanced and glanced and glanced at my Messenger window over the last hour and apparently, quite a lot share my exact same state of mind. "Life sucks", "dreadful day", "not a good day", "masama pakiramdam", "bitches",

plenty more where that came from.

It was sinful, it was, that I'd gone to obsessing over an ANIME this exam week. Really! Thinking about it gives me the creeps. Sad to say, even I can't defy true love - I've been secretly admiring these big-eyed freaks from afar.

Haha. Looks like I'm in no dire need for external affirmation any longer.  I don't care if I'm geeky! As long as I get my weekly share of popping veins and sweatdrops (you'd know what I mean if you, you know, engage in that kind of stuff).

Okay. Let me clear it up. I, like most of us, I hope, have gone through this maniacal phase of falling in love with Japanese masterpieces of utter ingenuity. Yes, I followed Cardcaptor Sakura. And Flame of Recca. And Fushigi Yuugi. Like a puppy. And... let's just say I never grew out of it.

But I'm not one of those convention-attending, gadget-collecting, perverted, kooky disciples to the "faith" with shrines in their closets, I swear! I might stay to watch an episode when I come across it, or borrow a DVD or two when my curiosity is piqued, but I don't go around with pencil and sketchpad ready, and join groups with secret handshakes and club passwords and that sort of thing. That would be downright pathetic. Not to mention scary.

Well, if you there do this sort of thing, then I salute you! You are braver than I am. **So, so much braver.  (weh, ano yan? haha)

Ookay. Moving on. The family and I are heading off to China's Las Vegas during sembreak. Cidade de Macau, here we come!!

It's just a plan though, still under heavy formulation. Can't wait.

Just think, my first trip abroad in Asia. I'd already gone to Uncle Sam's country, to the Land Down Under, to the Alps... almost halfway around the world and still not anywhere in the nation outside Luzon. Weird. Goes to show how... patriotic, I am. Not to brag, I'm sorry. I'm actually ashamed I haven't been to Boracay or Cebu or Davao or Bicol or Palawan yet. Hah.

I just realized that the creepy pregnant lady (Jennifer Tilly, or something) from Seed of Chucky played the crystal ball spirit Madam whatshername in The Haunted Mansion. Hah. She limits her roles to the freaky ones, huh.

I also mused to myself earlier on that it would be fun to become a voice actress. Wouldn't it, though?? Saya kaya.

Well, anyhoo; better go get some shut eye. The brain I exploited for exam mode's killing me.