I hate Apple.

I hate Macbook Notebooks.

I hate iPods and all semblance to portable devices on the face of the earth.

The next time I see one, I'm swear I am going to tear my (new) hair off and scream in all my agony.

I most especially hate stuck up graduates who use their reward money to buy iPods ahead of their bigger sisters and find they don't have time and resources to share what they have.

Why couldn't have iPods and digital cameras come out when I graduated from grade school?

It's not like it's such a big deal, graduating from grade school.

That's the lamest idea I've ever heard, spending around ten thousand just because you finished grade school.

WHAT DID I GET FROM GRADUATING GRADE SCHOOL?

Sometimes, I wish I were an only child.

Dammit. This thing I'm fuming over might not be such a biggie compared to the spread of HIV all over Africa, it's just, I was expecting it.

I knew, long before they left for Greenhills and bought the damn thing, that he would hog it all to himself and think he was better than me.

DAMN IT ALL! I HATE YOUR GUTS, YOU IDIOT! 

Maybe I typed all this down in the hopes of my family reading it. Maybe I did.

But I mean, I never got a line of 7 in Math. When did a line of 7 in Math ever deserve ten thousand pesos??????

And it's not like iPods can bring you to heaven.

(but then jealousy wouldn't get me anywhere, either)

No offense.

Just to make it clear, I only have animosity towards one particular iPod user. So please don't hurt me.

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I think the best movie ever is Pride and Prejudice.

I have no idea whether the movie undermines the book in any way, but, with me tuned in on HBO, romance always wins.

Mister Darcy Mister Darcy... Matthew Macfadyen is heaven.

Charlotte chastises Elizabeth: "Not all of us can afford to be romantic."

That's awfully sad. 

I suppose from all the Disney movies I've seen and the sickly-sweet "you had me at hello" books I've read, I'm sure I'll grow up to be an old maid.

It's depressing that we won't all end up Happily-Ever-After with the love of our lives someday. It's sad, but I believe it to be true.

But I do believe in soulmates. However corny that may sound. I believe that there must be - that there is - one person, among the six billion, five hundred twenty-five million, one hundred seventy thousand, two hundred and sixty-four people trying to find their way in this world, that would

drive you crazy,

confirm your beliefs (or occasionally, challenge them),

change your life,

and make you happy... all things which I suppose chemistry would induce. 

Sigh.

Dannie: ever the optimist. 

I have to say, though, I'm not entirely happy with the prospect of having only one soulmate.

I like to think you can have.. about 10.

That would be fun.

Wait, I mean..! I mean 10 in the opinion that your soulmates could be people of the same sex - no malice intended.

You could be a whole barkada of soulmates, you know!

Something like that.

This Easter season was enlightening. God is good. God is great.

I think that's a song.

And my life is getting pretty pathetic. Ridiculously pathetic. I need to haul my butt away from anything before it gets fused there in place.