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okay so you know i wanna be a star right? i've thought about doing this ^ too but, chh, too shy. right. so this is my perk-me-up habit when i'm feeling blue. now you know why i'm always happy. :)
check it out. www.happyslip.com. :D

... oxygen's more important

don't you just love this kind of weather? it's rainy and windy and perfect for rain-strolling [don't ask me who does that, i know i do, nyahar]. i've been walking home in the last three days under the rain and i love the feeling of getting soaked. a little vitamin c does the trick, pop two in the morning and you're good to go for singing in the rain. i am so in love.

i like the weather. reminds me of baguio. like now, i get to wear my green sweater. yey! sweater. in manila. who knew? loved the cool breeze in my hair a while back, sitting outside kopi roti, munching on a nice, warm, freshly baked kopi bun [the best in the whole wide world according to me] matched with brewed coffee which is equally divine [i love that word. divine.]. i couldn't help sniffing and sighing, deeply inhaling and exhaling which probably weirded out the people around me. i could just imagine them thinking, what is this freak doing inhaling morato pollution? i don't care that my lungs are probably filled with exhaust, i loved loved the air primarily because it was very much like baguio's. baguio is love. today, every love song is written for me.

i love the rain.

hey kath and alice, when we go out let's kopi roti! :D

why hello

today for lunch, i ate one piece of oreo cookie. oreo is bawal according to my support group contract so i might have to pay P250 any time soon. patay.

i am still listing ways on how to become sikat in no time [sikat sounds way better than popular, doncha think?]. BUT i figured i'm too lazy to even make a list. hello. kamusta naman. i am not going anywhere if i keep up this tamad mode. no, no cannot be.

i am scheduled to lead the p&w tomorrow and the thought sends shivers all over me. not the kilig sort but the scared-as-crazy kind coming from i dont know where. and being the psycho psychosomatic i am, i THINK i am losing my voice.

eating that oreo did not help one bit.

late night melodrama when i'm supposed to be working

[there's supposedly an intro for this entry, but as i was typing it the power went out and all that registered in the 'restore draft' was three measly words so i got bad trip and decided to skip THAT intro.]

THINGS I CAN SO DO WITHOUT:

1. name tags. they NEVER serve the purpose anyway. i still get called by different names.

2. umbrellas. they're too bulky to carry along. long sturdy ones are too unfab. the foldable ones are not strong enough. besides, i don't find a need for one [since my favorite pink umbrella got lost] because a) i like walking in the rain, b) i stay out of the sun, and c) it's too much hassle to lug it around.

3. sweets and sugar. the moment i couldn't slip into my trusty pair of jeans i've had since high school, i knew there was something wrong. i had to say goodbye to sweets and cakes and ice cream [and sign a pact with my support group] to stay away from all kinds of *sigh* dessert. we made a vow over chocolate kiss's chocolate chip cheesecake. you don't break a promise made over chocolate chip cheesecake *sigh*

4. rice. refer to number three.

5. pimples. i had a facial on sunday. and ouch. never. again.

6. any more reason to miss him. so i stopped texting. but low and behold, he texts me.

7. someone telling me, "don't worry, your time will come." sheesh. what time?

8. boyfriends. at this point, i'd rather have a puppy. and no, that statement DOES NOT read bitter.

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on my last semester, i devoted all my powers on that one subject i swore never to practice in real life: marketing and promotions. guess where i am now. so much for swearing.

anyhoo, i remember bullying my gorgeous groupmates into coming up with the BEST sales pitch we could ever make on our last semester.  and my meanie efforts reaped great rewards as we aced the finals. i wish i were as mean as i was then so i can ace the real thing now.

can somebody please remind me how to make a press kit and a press release. somewhere between then and now, i've lost inclinations. and only days away before i submit one.

Lord, help me.

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i've been poring over a recurring thought [aside from death, that is].

really now, [brace yourself for xai's self-absorption] to those who know me, know me, am i the least bit sarcastic?

gimme straight answers or i'll sock you. hahaha.

does the moonlight shine on xaris?

some people would ask me if i trained in a call center thus my slang. come to think of it, i can't exactly point where i got to sound like this. sesame street perhaps? for the record, no, i have never set foot in a call center nor got any formal training in the language. my parents did not even train us to be "spokening dollars." it was mostly my kuya who talked dollars owing to his ateneo education [tsk tsk, conio boys for playmates, why not?] and my cousins growing up elsewhere thus the constant "whut" and me going "ha?"

i think i seriously took in english when i was in the sixth grade. i deliberately studied grammar beyond the lessons in school and read a whole lot of books. thank you francine pascal and sweet valley series! later my reading habits evolved to jules verne, cs lewis, jessica zafra and newspaper columnists. that's discounting my disney and Bible bed time stories with a dash of english classics earlier on.

nobody understood me then. they'd go, "ang arte naman nito, inggles inggles pa." and i go, "just because you're dumb enough to understand doesn't mean i'll level off with you noh!" [which is bad construction, come to think of it].

never claimed to be an expert either. i just hung on to "doing it like the romans do!" glamorous grammarian. glammarian!

imagine the ego deflation i had when i got a 2.5 for that one class where english is required. because of that, i will never work at a call center. i don't think i'd be able to stand any more ego pfft-ing if and when i screw up.

on other job-related news, i think my dad is frustrated at my career path [or lack of it thereof]. i suppose they're dreaming up big schemes for moi to be the next big thing to the likes of korina sanchez, jessica soho, karen davilla, vicky reyes and maria resa [who was all set to train little miss moi if i went through with my suposed tv patrol stint at NL]. but mah heart aint just there. the serious side of news, i mean.

i wanted to tell them, yes, i want to be the "next big thing" but not to these greats. it's sacrilegious to the philippine fourth estate if they have the likes of me meddling with the news flow. nope. bad idea.

how do i tell my non-showbiz manufacturers that their darling, ambitious daughter wants to follow the footsteps of celebrities- light bulbs, glitz, glamor, high fashion, tv interviews, the works! i want to be so visible, people would be interested to follow the story of my life more than being updated with how kris aquino almost died delivering baby james! i want to be the next imelda marcos [minus the dictator hubby who looks like THAT] and speak about truth, beauty, beauty and truth! [okay, i am exaggerating, it's the DQ speaking, tutt, tutt]. but you get what i mean. i wanna be SO there *snaps*

reality check: far from it, baby. buuuut, the reason why i wanna be a celeb badly is because of the poor. which got me thinking, do i really have to wait until i get THERE to actually do something? poverty is staring me in the face and i wait for falling stars? what is wrong with this picture? and so my dear would-be fans, my stardom dreams shall momentarily take a back seat [i have to weigh things and devise a concrete plan for stardom, you know]. there's a street children ministry in church that i'd really like to help out with. i think that's more important now.

BUT this is so not the end of the xaris' adventure with the stars.

i do suppose i'll be keeping my current job. i get to talk to and photo op with all the right people; it's so cosmo-ish. toodles!