Across the sea

Hopefully, in 48 hours I will be just that. Um, I don't know. Things have been looking up. I got accepted to the one business school I applied to. This is a good excellent thing, because I was stupid enough not to have a safety. This time tomorrow I will probably be sitting around at JFK or on the plane. Off to the land of massages on the beach, Cafe Bob's and cellphone pickpockets.

Sarski and I are thinking of opening a bar called the Lab, and we're serving drinks in Erlenmeyer flasks and beakers. And shots in test tubes. Maybe we could autoclave drinks? Anyways, the bartenders will wear white lab coats and goggles. This is even better than my idea to create a comic strip called The Adventures of Winnie the Puta. That Bodge was going to draw if she didn't go and become the coolest doctor ever.

Also, tomorrow I'm cutting my hair off. Made a last-minute appointment at the salon. I don't think I'm going to be able to stand island weather with hair down my back. I think I made ten inches, anyway. Also, I might get a Lomo.

Two weeks ago, my college roommate Cyb came for a visit and we went to see STOMP. It is AWESOME. I'm still reeling from it. Met a couple of her friends from CADS. We had dinner somewhere on St. Marks. After the show, we hung around like groupies until the actors came out. Took a couple of pictures. And then we saw one of the actors on the subway. I was standing right next to him, so I tapped him on the shoulder and was all, 'Hey man, great show.' Ha! So lame. He was very gracious; all of them were. We took a picture right there. And then on the way out of the train, some guy groped me. Put his hand out just like that. Apparently some people get a kick out of that. Fucking pervert.

Last week-end at the shore was great. It was really cold and the waves were crazy and we went for a walk on the boardwalk. There were restaurants right on the beach. We looked at the menus and they didn't seem that expensive, so we're going someday. And then we oggled the mansions in Deal. It's crazy how rich some people are. Most of the houses were huge, some ghetto fabulous, and most were empty. We had Mexican twice, once at a surfer-themed restaurant and the other at a hole-in-the-wall place. I love it.

Hmm. I want to be in the Philippines, and yet I want to be here.

Shoutoutz to my homiezz Rocky Roc and D-re

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

We will be together again one day. I know it.

Word.

what if, don't even think it
but why not

Two major developments:

1. I submitted my application to business school.

2. I'm off the singles market.

Universe, please conspire.

Yay!

So color me stunned

Last night I told the guy I liked that I like him. This is a first for me. I've never laid my feelings open like that. On YM. I shudder just thinking about it. But then again, it was going to happen anyways. It's just weird for me because I haven't been in and out of relationships in such a short span of time. It usually takes, literally, years. I've never been so spontaneous or vulnerable or not-in-control. Something's changing. This is going to be interesting.

Cos I love the way you call me baby

It's that song from the Old Navy commercial, Ingrid Michaelson's The Way I Am.

In due time we'll finally see there's barely time for us to breathe

I think P asked me out yesterday. I don't know. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I think I either ignored it or said no. What I said was this: We'll see. Anong we'll see we'll see. Indi na ko gani katulog sa panumdum sang lalaki nga ni. Tapos mahambal pa ko we'll see??? Bulay-og!!!

Goodness knows it's been a wonderful run

Sometimes I go on Beulah's site, which is still up three years after their break-up. I know they're never getting back together or making another record. I just like to look at all the shows I missed, or the sold out shirts I won't be able to buy. Well, bad news is frontman Miles Kurosky has been in and out of surgeries in the past year and has only recently started playing the guitar again. Swan will not be helping out on his solo album; he's been producing records and playing session trumpets on his own. But! Their song Don't Forget to Breathe is on a new experimental CBS online show called Clark and Michael, which stars Clark Duke and Michael Cera. It's only 10 episodes long so I am pacing myself, but I was supposed to look at my official GMAT scores uh, two hours ago, and instead I have been laughing my head off. Right now, I am getting ready to watch Episode 4, which is the episode where the Beulah song is featured. I am giddy with anticipation. Because Mike Cera + Beulah = <3. Obviously.