If only my car could talk.

It would say:

CAn't you see I need some loving? When are you gonna get me some new shoes? Remember I need four. When are you going to get the brake lights fixed? Or are you waiting for the guys in blue to get you before you buy new lights? When are you gonna get the dent on the hood fixed? Rainy season is coming up, are you sure you're okay with these faulty wipers?

My mom is itching to get these things fixed. I keep telling her, why would I put money on car repairs when it's still functioning well?

Ah to be a girl and to have a car, it's like throwing a chef into a fastfood chain's kitchen. It's just so wrong in so many ways. Maybe if I wish for these repairs to come true, I won't have to pay for them, I'd rather spend money on cute outfits and kikay stuff than car repairs, it's so, well, un-fun (if such a word exists!). I wish I cared more, or, I wish I cared at all.

Hahahaha.

Checks.

Enrollment, check.

I think I can never be a full blooded UP student, I mean much as I would like to delay my studying, skip a semester, I just well, I couldn't bear to do it. I mean, I started this, I feel I ought to finish it, on time. That's probably my training from my undergraduate schooling. My classes this semester are going to be difficult, but I have committed myself, paid the tuition with my own money, and so I'm going to barrel through the deadlines and exams with gusto.

SPF 85 sunblock, check.

I am definitely excited for the beach this June with the bakasyonistas. Yes, I have made peace with the sand, and I realized that it's not so bad after all. And with footwear that is literally tied around my ankle, I'm all good. My fear of walking barefoot on hot sand have dissipated.

Can? Can.

I need to make peace with the fact that I have sand issues. I am one of those girls that when invited to join beach trips, I make some excuse like work to get out of it. Given the choice of a mountain trip or a beach trip, I'd rather go to the mountains.

You see, sand gets everywhere. Once you expose one inch of your skin to the beach, the sand invades and you're stuck with sand literally everywhere! Every frigging nook and cranny will be covered with sand. Then you have the walking on sand, I mean, I have the softest feet imaginable, and walking barefoot is close to torture. So I've tried walking with slippers, oh man, I sink and get stuck, walking takes forever.

But this weekend, I'm going to make peace with the sand, and end this hate relationship. I am going to have fun, and I'm not going to obssess about it and enjoy the beach like everyone else.

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Singlish, is nosebleed. Yesterday was the birthday of boss, so naturally, she's off the clock. So, I had to report to superboss directly and practice my singlish. Wow, I never thought dropping a transitive verb was so difficult. I had to strip my english bare, use the shortest imaginable verbs and be very specific when asking questions or giving report updates. I had to rethink my way of responding, he didn't like okays, because it's not outrightly a positive or a negative response. I realized that "okay" is very vague.

I mean how many times have we heard this:

A: Hey would you like a glass of water?
B: I'm okay.
A: Okay, yes, you'd like one? Or Okay, I'm good, I don't want it?

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Seriously?

Ah, it's just one of those days, that I have to admit to myself.

I can't play with a tension-24 racket. Yes, moving from playing at the streetcorner to hard core took me about two years. It took that long time to realize that I could well, try to be good at it, even though I'm not just there yet. I know now that I can try. It's more than fun actually, it's that competitive drive, that "I want to outsmash that *toot toot*)

I didn't realize how much a racket can change the game, I mean, I've been pushing my arm so far out for the longest time but it's not as strong as I want it to be. And now with a newly strung racket, I suddenly feel like I have muscles, long overdue eh?

I've not been able to write anything lately because my free time has been aptly filled with bettering myb Plants and Zombies skills. Tons of topics everywhere, but I simply cam't string them together dramatically enough to be worthwhile read, so I'd just end up playing my game and well, cruising along.

Why is it always easier to not make sense then making sense?