Arghhhh…MONDAY! Don’t you just want to hit that stupid fucking word with a pogo stick. I was happy yesterday for a moment and still am when I wake up but when I set foot on that stupid gym it sunk in to me that it is Monday, the start of another very loooonnnggg week.

Hold on a moment…did I just mention I was happy? Yes, I am…and it’s all because of Maria. Before you think any further…Maria is fictitious, well she’s partly real but fictitious nonetheless. See, Maria lives in Austria and she can’t just stop singing and when I heard her lovely voice I can’t stop singing myself! Am I making sense? If I’m not then you have not seen a little movie called the Sound of Music and you are missing a lot. It’s my first time to watch it yesterday and man, it’s so wonderfully whimsical. Even now I can’t stop singing and I have the soundtrack playing on my iPod since this morning. Watchit, watchit, watchit. If you can’t find a copy on your video stores I can gladly lend you one. If you’re the same age as mine then your parents have probably seen it. When my mom entered my room she was like “Good lord that is an old movie. Are they showing it now on TV? What channel?” And I was like “No mom, I have the DVD.” She goes “Oh…I remember when I watched that, I was the same age as those kids.” I replied, “What? You’re not the as old as Julie Andrews???” and she’s like “Do you want me to not give you your allowance for a week?” and I was like “I was just kidding mom.” Ahahaha…it was so cute. I haven’t had that kind of talk with my mom for a while.

Enough of those…I’m going back to work. Arghhh…it’s MONDAY! Anyway let me sing…
So long, farewell, I hate to say goodbye…goodbyeeeeeee.

I feel numb. I just had the most intentse workout I had ever done in the last few months. Unfortunately for me, intense means adding 5 pounds to my usual weight which isn’t really that much. I have a feeling all of those hardwork meant nothing because of what I’m drinking right now. I tell you, whipped creams are evil.

It’s nice not worrying about anything for a day. I’m spending the rest of the afternoon here in the Powerplant Mall though it kinda sucks a little bit because the wireless connection here in SBC is sloooowww. I still can’t decide what I’m going to watch from the 2 kiddie movies showing here, Zathura or Cheaper by the Dozen 2. I’m leaning more to Zathura since I hated the first Cheaper by the Dozen though I kinda wanna watch a comedy. Whatever, it’s not like Sophie’s choice and the movie starts in an hour.

Before you continue, this is not a post about a movie I just watched or some idiot picking his nose in public. This is yet another one dramatic entry.

I feel insignificant. Now, before you think I’m having suicidal thoughts, I’m not. I think it’s the most cowardly stupid thing one can do no matter how small or humongous your problem is. So, you can stop worrying now (ha! like someone is actually worried about me). I don’t know, whenever I hang out with some of my friends, I kept thinking “If I disappear right now or if I suddenly just go straight home, no one would notice and care.” I sometimes even feel like I’m a hindrance or a tag-along, that my comments don’t matter and it’s better if I just stay quiet and shut-up.

I don’t know, I’m over-reacting. All I know is I’m going to spend some time with myself in Rockwell tomorrow (oops..it’s 12:09 so make it today). I always look forward to this sort of day as I do nothing but hang-out, drink coffee, watch movies and sometimes go bowling. All by myself. I enjoy my own company because I definitely know that *I* don’t think that *I* am insignificant. OK, when you start talking about your own self like it’s another person, that’s a sign that you need some sleep don’t you think? Goodnight y’all.

Living in the past, that’s what I have been doing for years now. I keep looking back on the things that happened in the past year, how it affected me in countless ways. I can’t sleep as I think about the events leading to where I am right now. if only I could change even just one, how different would my life be.

Change is something that I could attest to. If ever someone would write a book or make a movie about my life, they will most likely skip over the first 18 years as it is completely boring. Simple, as others would call it. Back then, my problems consists of not getting good grades and failing to watch an episode of a TV series. Now, everything is completely different. I have experienced happiness I never thought I would but I have also sank so low that I actually considered wrapping a rope around my neck. I know, completely stupid.

Going back, I keep thinking of that day when I made a decision about something. It is a very small decision but it made big implications on my life, making me the drama king I am right now. Given a chance, would I change that decision if it means I would experience momentary or lasting happiness? –Not in a heartbeat. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t know the meaning of betrayal or depression. I wouldn’t know that promises are meant to be broken and dreams never do come true. I wouldn’t know what songs are saying or what poems are telling. I wouldn’t have met someone I can call my best friend and actually mean it.

Hmmm…I never realized I’m sorta like Seth Cohen

OK, why is everyone making such a big-ass deal on this Pacquiao-Morales fight? This morning my dad, who is not a boxing fan, was like “gangway…i’m watching the tv” and I was like “uhmm, they’re not showing it until 11am?”. And then while I was getting ready to go to church this annoying AM radio announcers was talking about it like it’s some kind of huge event. They were like “Pacquiao’s chest is [something] centimeters when he’s not breathing and it’s [something] centimeters when he inhales.” OMGWTF?! Who cares about his freaking chest size?!! And then I rode a cab and the driver was like “I’m so excited for this Pacquiao-Morales fight. Pity, I couldn’t watch it.” I just said “Yeah! Me too! So damn excited wonder who will win?” Not. Stupid ABS-CBN has done it again with their god-awful marketing which seems to grasp everyone who has an IQ below sea level. If you really like boxing, I totally understand as it is such a huge thing and if Pacquio wins it’ll be another “honor” for the country. I just hate people who don’t a care about a thing of two and still talk about it like it’s their passion. Anyway, to each his own right?

On a light tone: Fetuccini here in Seatle’s best tastes good! Girl with a Powerbook or an iBook (can’t tell because of the lighting) 3 tables in front of me is kinda cute. I wonder if she think’s I’m cute? Hahaha. I wish she has her iTunes on share on the network.

Update: Just heard Pacquiao has an album and if he wins a movie is defintely on the way…..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!