welcome fans!

I sat beside my crush today. He said I was pretty but I wasn’t fat, so he couldn’t say it even if he would have wanted to just to make me feel bad. He said I was cool and smart and I can aptly match a smart ass like him. He said I was “99% perfect but I was 1% poison,” I could kill him even at the slightest drop. I could have continued eating hotdog with him and pretended not to hear, but he went on saying: “I just sooo love HER.”

Her not you. Her not me.

Suddenly, I wished I were deaf.

On a second thought, maybe I had been deaf for so long, pretended I heard something else everytime you said something I didn’t want to hear. I enjoyed so much eating hotdogs with you I didn’t want to let it go.

But now, I hear it all too well. Maybe you have been saying it louder and louder each time.

You “just sooo love her”.

Ok then…

Goodbye hotdogs!

Goodgye chocolates!

Goodbye Carlo!

* huh, sino si Carlo?

When I was a little girl and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I only had one answer, and with unmatched conviction: I want to be a doctor!

As I grew up a little older, for some unknown reason (it was eons ago, I couldn’t remember anymore), I lost touch of my great doctor dream. Suddenly, I wanted to be a lawyer. I was obsessed with this dream for so long. If there was one thing I was so sure of what I would become in the future, that one thing was that, I would be a lawyer. Nothing and no one could stop me.

When I was in high school, I sort of had the chance to go directly to med school. For a while, I was torn between my two great dreams, but I gracefully let go of med school because I was so convinced law was my passion.

And then things suddenly went full circle…

One day, I just woke up wanting to be a brain surgeon, with the conviction of that little girl from my far away past.

Damn, those medical series I am addicted to! Now what, Meredith Grey? Gregory House? Fictional blame for fictional people.

Currently, I’m stuck in my glitzy media world I always thought of as just a temporary career. And until I’ve had enough money, I’m stuck.

Seriously, how will I ever be a brain surgeon? How about a brain surgeon lawyer? How about a brain surgeon lawyer writer? How about a brain surgeon lawyer writer and mother of a child prodigy?

Seriously!