to the unseen powers of fate

i pray that i'll not regret this.

i'm having a deja vu right now. a few months back, before the start of the semester, i looked at my final stars planner timetable and took a leap of faith that i'll balance out com427 and com231 just fine. okay. so maybe i didn't just take a look at it. i stared at it for an hour. i remembered because i got hungry after staring at the laptop screen for so long. so the matter disintegrated into a screw-it-i'm-getting-breakfast-it'll-work-out-just-fine.

today, i spent an afternoon staring at the laptop screen again, wondering the question of phase 1 or phase 2. they say to look before you leap, so i'm looking down from the edge. i'm liking what i see, but not the height i'm seeing it from. because while it's great to be doing the things you like and feel for, i'm starting to feel the burn of this semester's lifestyle, and i'm not sure i still have the positivity to keep this up for another half year.

so to the powers that be, if it amuses you, show me a sign. throw me a penny from the heavens, pass me a message through my alphabet soup, or anything. let me know whether i made the right choice, or if i'm better off as a grape farmer in some scenic grapevine and a grinning border collie beside me.

i have the biggest urge to drop everything on my plate, sit down, and grow mushrooms on my head.

buenas noche, or is it dias?

anyway, this be the last song on my playlist today. i like it better than paramore's.

just for laughs

apparently this ad has been around for quite a while. guess this shows how much tv i've been missing.

:)

it's nothing fantastic, really, but i can't remember the last time i woke up at noon on a lazy sunday with the whole house to myself, sipping coffee and reading the morning papers because that's what sundays are for.

me against the music

although a good chunk of my adolescence was spent in the late '90s, i didn't grow up with britney's music. or, for that matter, i didn't grow up with the regular diet of music most of my peers were exposed to at that time. since radio would remain an unexplored territory to me until very much later, my music influences mostly came from my dad's collection of oldies, and whatever songs my neighbor decided to blast with his powerful stereo system. which wasn't much, since the poor man loved to play the same songs on loop all day.

so anyway, in the heyday of backstreet boys and s club 7, while my classmates held impromptu live performances on tabletop stages with broomstick mike stands, i memorized the lyrics of abba and the carpenters, all of which meant i didn't realize the 'britney/brittany' episode of glee pretty much redid britney's music videos rather faithfully.

i'll kill to make a music video.

it's been a helluva month

with another two to go. and despite the excitable events unfolding around me, the highlight of my day has now degenerated to my daily train ride home; my audio technica working at maximum volume to block out the jingle, and my blaring music making everything but sleep an impossible endeavor.

it doesn't make the slightest sense.