The past two weeks have been exhausting and poignant. So many unlikely things occured and it did almost make me drift away from my gritty and agressive self. Being accused of something I didn't do is as sour and obnoxious as spoiled milk. Oh well. It was really berating but I know in my conscience that I am not guilty.I am not coming clean here -- only the truth, as V says it. So much for that, the days have been as bland as hominy grits and, yeah, it is tetchy. Everyday. Everyday. Everyday. The only ones that stimulate me, aside from coffee ofcourse (by the way, I have tried Nescafe's Viva Vanilla and it was CHARMILICIOUS! You guys gotta try it!), are my praying to God every once in a while, my imaginary friends Bear and Vanee, my real-life bestfriend Jhajha, and listening to OKfm Naga.















On Saturday, I'll be really busy. a job fair is gonna be conducted at LCC mall. I'll be doin' my thing (and probably meet new handsiome boys! Kidding).















I've seen the flicks Blood Diamond and V for Vendetta. Both are wonderful films! Leonardo hasn't changed--still the bad-boy protagonist. And for the communist code V, I was very much smitten by his script. Hmmm.. Meaningful. Twisty. Witty. Bold. Both with substance. Outrageous!















FSL: I think he's cute. Those seductive eyes. Oh geee.. Makes me wanna--















Dreambutcher:I thought I was born to adore Stephen King. I was wrong. By coming across Dreamcatcher, I felt very disappointed to him.What the eff is with King that people love so much anyway?! Oooooookay... He got WILD IMAGINATION, humor and more morbid WILD IMAGINATION but his purpose in writing this novel is so vague. i put the book down and went for someone with real sense--John Grisham. I know I won't loaf on this coz i have read The Witness and Grisham was unforgettable. He hit me hard. He sure did! (No pun intended here)