I've been bent over for a while, and man. I need to work on my stamina.

Wait, let me explain.

Considering my failed attempts at time management, I've tried simply to focus my energies into accomplishing a specific task that has backlogged into a pile of unfinished-ness, mocking me as it lies unfinished on my desk.

Keybies that are waiting to be sprayed.

And so, setting aside my other (in retrospect, easier to accomplish things on my 5-times-rewritten to-do list) tasks, I tackled the pile of keybies, painting, scratching, cleaning and lining. I was concentrated. I was focused. I was high on marker ink and correction fluid.

7 hours later, my eyes burning, my back hurting, the pile itself has lessened.

But it is still unfinished.

D:

*wails*


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It's as though I didn't have schoolwork, really :P I know that there's a quiz tomorrow, that there are classes on Wednesday (even though I regularly don't) because of the AH1N1 outbreak, and that I've got reporting, essays, and cases to write. ARGH.

I just don't feel any drive. Even the keybies are beginning to stress me out; I look at my room and I think, "urgh". Then again, that's nothing new; I'm thinking it's the fact that we're moving that I feel kinda down.

Still, none of that stopped me from having fun watching Macross Frontier with Rocky today. Chillin on the couch with cheesed mashed potatoes for merienda, a fat Beh on my lap, a glass of coke in my hand, and just watching Ranka, Alto and Sheryl work out the kinks in their relationships... that's the life. I only wished Rocky could've stayed for dinner. Chuu.

It's going to be a busy week (OBLICON in three straight days will kill me if not for my sheer will to survive) but I'm glad for these little outlets.

Now I shall read Chapter 34 of Kuroshitsuji. That I just found out was released today. HOORAY!!

http://dailybooth.com/squishyness/40504

Thank you kevin! :D

Ah made a dailybooth account! (thank you mishie for telling me about it)

It's like Twitter, but you take a pic with your webcam every time you make an entry. You document your life through images!

http://dailybooth.com/squishyness

Lookie. You get to witness my insanity's progression.

My economics is boring.

Dead boring.

My prof tends to ramble, annoyingly incoherently, and he doesn't even get his news facts straight.

At least I can wipe the dust off this blog with an update while I'm taking down notes.

At least this prof has coherent notes.

*peeks at Mishie while she doodles*

*continues working... for KASPIL2*

P.S. Our current topic (from the current section of the coherent notes, which is Economic Development) is about beautiful people. Like J. Lo. *spasms*



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I'm so tired...

Submitted the paper, and going to make sure everything else I do is on time!

CRAMMING WIN!!



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And here I thought the cool Christmas breeze wasn't going to make it. *lingers by window* I love Christmas. I love the smell of tinsel, the twinkling of all the little lights, the shiny, colorful decor... and the sight of a tree that only comes once a year. Yay! The gifts are the icing. The season's my cake.

This de Ungria introduction I'm cramming (in the spirit of Antonism which I'm dying to kill) is my complete, utter bane.



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Gimme your numbers! XD

I've gotten my new (permanent) sun number and right now it is just sad. Sad because it is devoid of any contacts besides my own number, lest I forget. That said, if you've got a sun number, lemme have it! I've got minimal globe load (number's 09273302247, save it, it'd be meh) and my smart number (09085835181) is loadless. If you get a text from my smart number, I'm using chikka.

Life is complicated, I know, but eh.



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Is hella harder than it looks. That it would be tougher doing than watching is something I should've anticipated (because EVERYTHING is harder than it looks), but since I knew how to roller-skate, I thought I had an advantage.

Then I learned the main differences between ice and roller skating:
1.) Falling is much more painful on ice than it is on cement, especially on the hands. Freaking cold man.
2.) Actually moving on ice is easy; picking up speed is not. The opposite is true for rollerskating.
3.) Rollerskating never gave me blisters (Long socks are important!).

Rocky had it harder.. he never experienced any kind of skating, until now. Then again, it was undeniably fun learning together. Fell at least 5 times by ourselves and together at the same time and got exhausted afterwards, but also threw snowballs at each other, blew snow foam into each others hair, and learned how to go a little bit faster around the rink. Rocky did use me like a sled dog to move around sometimes, but then the next skating spree is on him :D

If I had my USB cable around, I'd post the pics.

Next time, I'ma learn to speed up even more by digging the blade of one foot in the ice and pushing myself forward! Never mind if I fall!!

I'll wear my extra long-sleeved jacket to cover my palms. Yay!



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Made both, yep. they're empty and sad, but I made them!

Plurk: keybies
Facebook: micah.valero@yahoo.com (what do you give?)


In other news, I bombed my 2nd stat quiz. Counting techniques... Probability... up yours.


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Always the freaking train, and now I've lost a wallet AND a phone to the LRT. As if the MRT taking my n70 wasn't enough. Like hell if the MRT's taking my wallet too to even the score.

I actually felt a hand slide between my waist and my big-ass bag, and what I thought was a person just trying to get in the train was actually a thief.

Why... why me... why are all my nice phones being taken away...



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Sometimes I wish I were a robot. If I were a robot, I could very easily set my priorities with a bit of programming. Discipline would become ridiculously easy, because I'd never get bored with what I have to do, never get tired, or know any better than to finish what I was supposed to do in the first place.

If I were a robot I'd never feel tired; I'd just plug in somewhere, and in a while recharge and be as good as new (or I could even work while I'm charging). I could go on and on fulfilling my obligations to everyone I know, even as a student, and never think of anything else but getting the thing done. I'd be able to accomplish so much.

Just as long as people won't know I was a robot, no one would complain that my heart wasn't in it, because robots don't have hearts. That's the beauty of being a robot; there would be no such thing as disappointment, or expectations, because a robot does and just doesn't care otherwise. I could even make them feel better by programming myself to be whatever they want. If some people did find out I was a robot, they can take as much advantage as they want and never feel guilty. No one feels guilty about robots.

Because if I were a robot I can be repaired over and over, and become better and better with upgrades. If I do something wrong, I can make a log of it and never do it again and use logic to approach any problems properly and without bias. I can shield myself with firewalls to avoid anything that does me harm, and delete anything undesirable from my memory. I can become selfless, useful, and perfect.

And then, when I'm overused to the point of irreparability, I can be easily disposed of, and I can peacefully (though for a robot there's no such thing as 'peace' or chaos', just 'is') cease to exist.



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Have you ever had any habits that you know very well are bad for you, and yet are unable to stop? I don't mean alcohol, cigarettes, or even gaming. I mean little things, like biting the skin of you lips.

That's what I've been doing in the past 10 minutes, and now I've got new scars simply because I couldn't keep my fingers off. It's like one hand crept up to my lips as the other distracted me with Caboose-surfing, and slowly picked and tugged at the dry, flaky skin, ignoring the slight sting for the small satisfaction of peeling. This is why I need lip balm. Gwah.

Now I am unable to stop nibbling the skin inside my lips, because the uneven feeling is making want to even it out by breaking the skin more which does the exact opposite. Gwaha.

I'm supposed to be thesis-ing. 'Langya.



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Yes, I do have a new number, but not because I had my phone stolen. On the contrary, I got a new phone. A nice phone. A nice, white phone that is too expensive to open-line, and so I got a smart sim to use it.

My old globe number (09175062818) will no longer be used by October 5, but since it's overbilled I can't use it now anyway. My old sun number will also no longer be used, because I'm getting a line. Yay.

It's going to be a bit confusing, but right now I'm using my globe number (09175062818) for Chikka and my smart number (09085835181). I still use Chikka because one, its free, and two, my smart number only has 50 texts. Will be announcing the new sun number when I get it.

Now if ya'll be so kind... I scrambled my phonebooks. Both phones'. Please text my smart number your numbers so I can correctly fill out the now empty phonebook and not miss anyone out. At least, not through any fault of mine. That's what this announcement is for. Yay.

Don't forget to tell me hew yew are in your text! Thank you!



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I've just joined a few online advertisement communities, added new contacts, and requested affiliations with fellow craft sites. Also added a site map, a flag counter, and soon I'll be adding a newsletter, a slide show under videos, and new pictures to the collections. Yeh. I'm hella happy Mishie let me know about those padded envelopes, too. Makes my life easier, since LBC doesn't ship internationally. Who'd have thunk.

Then I'll be reading essays and doing homework. Nyeh.

Never mind that I have only one class today. Caboose made me stay past me 9:30 class until noon. He's just so... flappy. I lurve him.

End ramble. Why is it that once I actually access my blog after thinking about what I want to say (and having it sound quite nice and ordered in my head) it all vanishes and I end up rambling? One day... and several young blood essays later, I swear I'll be better at this.

On a side note, will be going to the Cosplay convention in Megamall at Oct. 12, while Mitch is taking his entrance exams at DLSU. Will go as a random school girl, after I borrow shoes.



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It was an early morning, and upon coming down to feed my sleeping stomach, I felt touched somehow by my toasted breakfast.



And I was happy to eat it. Guess what it is.



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