confessions of the guilty kuno

so i just did a full blown shopping spree today because i thought happy people deserve happy things.

which i thought would make me un-depressed.

well, yeah, it made me un-depressed. sort of.

but

it also triggered my brain to produce guilt-inducing chemicals, which, in turn made me feel guess what?

MISERABLY GUILTY (kuno).

So to my ever-loving Papa (with the Spanish acent and all), who would be the one to pay for all the "damages" that I just created----

Merry Christmas.

Be thankful that you have a son as good as me.

Ganun, deferring the blame on your own parents.

Anyway. I was supposed to finish my lab report for Chem, but it was stalled because of the shopping spree just mentioned.

So I'll finish it now.

And then after that I'll study Chem, and then I'll study French, and then I'll arrange my corner and then I'll make the pre-lab in Chem, and then study Math, and then read Hamlet, and then study English, and then after all the studying... study again.

Talk about lofty, to-reach-the-unreachable goals.

But hey, all things are possible as long as you have that gut-wrenching determination and passion and ahh...

something with -ion to make it sound like miriam santiago (who I saw in Rustan's one afternoon in all her curly hair splendor)... right, dedication...

which I unfortunately don't have.

pa...

sooner or later, i will have those.

and by that time...

i will dominate the world.

HAHAHA! (the evil HAHAHA type).

anyway.

merry christmas everyone...

blame this unnecessary remark on that unearthly delicious-ness of peppermint mocha frappucino i just gulped.. and the memoirs imprinted in my memory center (bakit di ko alam ang scientific term nito?) by that sugary movie called Love Actually which are especially heightened during Christmas season (manood kayo nito, puh leez... I think this is the ultimate medicine for our atrocity-obsessed world).

yun lang. au revoir! (i'm gonna minor in french).