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Monday, December 30, 2002

Had a four-hour break from the office today. We had to get out because they were painting the 5th floor and all the fumes got in the vents. Like all other Pinoys, we went to the mall. hahahahaha!

Thought about watching Mano Po and struggle with Kris Aquino's one facial expression. (No matter how much she screws up her face, there's just one expression there). But thought better of it and saw Dekada '70. That was screwy - I began to hate the Marcoses all over again.......

The image that keeps replaying itself over and over again in my head is Jhong Hilario's torture scene.....I want my mommy.....

This is it.

Finally got myself some space in this cyber-reality. Got myself a virtual-diary. Oh come on, don't be so dismissive. This is what these things are. If I know, kayo din naghahanap ng lakas ng loob para gumawa ng ganito. Tama na yang kaartehan nyo. If you, like, think that I'm seeeew pathetic that I, like, have to broadcast my emotions to the madla, do me a favor. Go offline. Find a book and make yourself more literate. The earth will thank you, and who knows? You could pass yourself off as something more than a half-wit.

Where was I? Oh yes, my virtual diary. I spend more than 10 hours online and I figure that this is much safer way of venting. Better a program than my boss. Less chance of getting fired. I need the money. Those shoes don't geow on trees, you know. They don't come cheap. Note to self: remember to write down forays into shoe retail....

I promise to TRY to not be too melodramatic. The operative word is try. I will TRY.