You remind me

I hate the guy on TV, the contestant on so and so primetime game show, just because he reminds me of Henry. Maybe its the eyes, or the way he laughs, or his general disposition. There's nothing wrong with it, he just reminds me of Henry. And I don't even remember his name.

I hate Andrew, just because he reminds me of Henry. Maybe it was the moment, or the magic of the moment. Or maybe it was the way he chickened out, the way he let me fall, and left me hanging. He does not look a bit like Henry, he is far from being Henry. But perhaps, I almost loved him the way that I almost loved Henry. Now I hate them both.

I hate Bryan, just because he reminds me of Andrew. Tall, dark, and handsome, maybe it was the way he smiled, or the way we enjoyed even our short conversations. Because of Andrew, I don't even want to think about falling for Bryan.

I hate Tristan, just because he reminds me of Henry. The moment I saw him, I saw in him the young Henry. I don't want him to be another Henry. Although I hate him because he reminds me of Henry, I love him as a brother. I would never do anything to hurt him.

The bottom line: I hate remembering Henry. I guess I need another eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, a way to forget. The way he was able to forget.

**Disclaimer: This is just a make-believe situation. An amusing play of characters and circumstance. Can you relate? Do I remind you of someone or something?

Puppy Love

Our labrador retriever gave birth to eight puppies just about two months ago. Here are some pictures I wanted to share...

Fiona our Labrador retriever when she was still very preggy

 

By the way, we're selling the puppies. They have papers and complete shots. If you are interested, just message me.

School school school

You might be asking what's keeping me busy nowadays. I've quit work after the end of May. Now I'm back to being a plain old student, with full allowance, and that sorts. I enrolled in 15 units, but unfortunately I've already decided (after less than a month's classes) to drop 3 units or 1 subject. I'll explain later on why I decided so. So I'm down to 12 units or 4 major subjects of 3 units each. Out of the 4 subjects, I have projects in 3 of them. We dont have thesis in our course, but our projects which are like mini thesis, which we've been practically doing for the last 3 years. So never tell me that we're better off. But actually, we do have an advantage over other students because we're so used to doing those things already - writing technical papers, presenting, defending projects, and that sorts.

The subject I dropped? It's French 11. I didnt really need it, it was just extra units. I'm really interested in learning French, and so I enrolled last semester in French 10 and learned a lot from it. This time around, I enrolled in French 11 hoping I would learn more. However, a lot of things gave it a great disadvantage. First, the class is located at the 5th floor of the new CAL building (whoever knew that building had a 5th?). Second, the teacher is a newbie (and younger than me, mind you), and she has a different teaching style that I cant really get the hang of. In other words, it is so much of an effort without being to learn what I intended to learn. I didnt need the grades. I didnt need the units. I was just taking it for the heck of it, and I dont want to give effort without being able to "earn" something from it. And so I decided to drop it. At least I'll have more time for my friggin lot of majors.

12 units, 3 subjects, 4 school days a week, and a lot of free time. The free time I've been using to get a lot of rest, to run errands, and perhaps eventually to do my projects, my extra curriculars, and my businesses in the making. I'm trying to say no to stress this time because the doctor strongly advices against it.

There, nothing but school and school, a little gimik with friends on fridays (but not today though... its a family gimik night tonight). Still hoping this semester wouldnt be so boring, even without the stress.

I never said goodbye

Hehe, some kind of dramatic title? Maybe people are starting to wonder what's happening to me. Maybe my most devoted "readers" (e.g. friends and bystanders) are wondering why I'm posting less and less than before, and wondering what really is happening to me coz all Ive been posting are nonsense. Perhaps I just needed a lot of time to think, to be able to re-align with myself after so many transitional stages happening in my life right now.

I never said goodbye... to this xanga at least. I guess I'll be back on track and will be posting a lot of things about me really really soon. And I also want you guys to know I'm now trying to actively maintain FOUR blogs - namely this xanga (for all personal stories), my friendster blog (I really don't know what for, I have yet to decide), and two bloggers (one for my poetry, and the other one for the intrigues in my life). I wonder which side of me you would like the most. You have to really search for my two blogger blogs though, coz they're kinda kept in secret and in anonimity for the longest time.

So I hope my xanga friends and viewers visit me often again... just for the heck of it.