Isn't it sad that it takes someone to say "I'm mad at you" or "I miss you" and all that mush so you'd update your page and they get to know what's going on with your life but yet you get to know mine? I think that's really unfair. I 've respected your decision for it but yes, now, I'm whining. Maybe I should be a bitch and whine. No one has any right to tell you that your journal is boring. But whatever that's your life and your journal.

Last night's sneeze attack turned out to be a minor cold when I woke up this morning. I've been sneezing a lot today but otherwise, I'm fine.

Today has got to be the worst Saturday in my entire life. I spent like what, eight hours in the car because the road was congested with moronic drivers who can't even drive properly in the first place. See, we went to drop my sister to choir rehearsals, which is all the way across the city (Quezon City). Then I went to Tagaytay with my mom for my haircut and because she had to sign something at the country club. It was all the way across the city too, plus two more hours. I thought it was finally time to go home after my haircut and eating lunch, but the choir's choreographer wanted my mom to help out with the David Pomeranz concert so we had to go to the venue of my sister's rehearsal. Two more hours plus a one-hour trip across the city. After the driver dropped my mom off, we went home, which took about one and a half to two hours. The pain of boredom was absolutely nothing compared to the agony of what my butt felt. I think it got flattened down, I'm not sure. Anyway, I don't think I'll ever go out-of-town or across the city on a Saturday unless I make sure of what the traffic is like.

Last night was worse. There was a blackout over the entire Luzon, so I decided to sleep early, at around eight (what a miracle). When I woke up, it was the middle of the night, pitch dark (I couldn't see anything beyond my armlength) and very hot. I was perspiring so much, and I was sorely tempted to remove my nightshirt. Of course, that was a very little problem compared to what the imaginative part of my mind was conjuring up this time. I'm not scared of the dark, but when it's pitch dark in the house and even darker outside, I get pretty creeped out a lot. So I just stayed in my bed and prayed for the lights to go on. I stared at the ceiling, waiting, and the light came on when I was just about to doze off. After turning on the air conditioner in my room, I checked the time and to my surprise, it was only 11:30 p.m. It seemed like one in the morning already or something. It was a sucky experience, but you gotta try it once in your life to see what real suffering feels like. Imagine--no electricity. How terrible is that?

Alex is back from Baguio! She called this morning when I was away and I called her back when I arrived home (around 5 in the afternoon) but she wasn't home. I think she was at Stephen's, where else can she be? I really miss talking to her. She's the only person who's understanding enough to hear me whine about my sister or whatever it is that's bugging me. It's been almost two weeks since I talked to her, I hope she's okay.

Guess what, my mom found me a voice/guitar teacher already! He's one of the fathers of Marielle's choirmates and he's a teacher at Yamaha. I start January 2000 every Tuesdays, I think. I can't wait.

My new hair's okay. There isn't much of a difference, except that it's about two inches shorter. My bangs look so weird though--they're too short! I should've grown them longer but oh well, too late. I hope it grows to a more decent length by Monday morning; otherwise, I am going to look so stupid at school.

Guess what, Daniel told me he has a picture of me in his locker. Wow. History will remember him as the first person who was kind enough to put up a picture of me in a semi-public place.

Speaking of history, I have to get back to my Philippine History homework. Yes, it's a miracle, isn't it. Philippine History homework on a Saturday night. Well, see ya around.

I still believe that love will find a way.