How to be spotted as the Sunsilk girl at the UAAP games:

1.) Go to any salon, David's, Ricky Reyes or Freshaire
2.) Have your hair rebonded for thousands of bucks
3.) Go to the UAAP games and make sure you're sitting near the camera...

I know, I'm being sarcastic. Watching tv all daaaaay is turning my brain into mush. Just watched the ADMU vs. UE game on tv. I've been there, but it's actually pretty stimulating to watch the players up close, on tv rather than watching them live from the upper box bleachers. They actually looked like moving dots from way above. Go figure. And that ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my life.

dear daughter,
please use a bigger font next e-mail. what do you think of your dad, very young. buti na lang at may magnifying lens ako. anyhow, don't go out and ride any car alone or with friends unless the driver is a member of the family. be extra security conscious and don't go out without telling tito jun where you are going. try to be a scholar para mas malaki ang allowance mo.
love,
daddy

My dad's e-mail. Ho-hum. Made me laugh and made me cry at the same time. I'm back to being the drama queen again. Was planning to attend the Seventeen Sigaw party, but my friends, being a lazy-bum as I am, decided to cancel... So there's nothing left for me to do but be a couch potato the whole weekend. I think my Algebra homework is calling me...sigh

I wish I were a child again. I pictured myself as a young toddler, who mommy dresses up in cute playsuits, blouses with lots of ribbons and frills, whose hair mommy combs everyday and ties them up in pigtails and who mommy difficultly puts one foot after the other into those cute Mothercare shoes that squeak a lot. I’d say things like ‘dah-dah’ for daddy and ‘to-to-lehyt’ for chocolate. I’d wave ‘goo-boo’ for goodbye and if I’m really lucky, I’d get to play in the park, with my daddy pushing my swing. I was in Oman back in 1987.

I remember these bits of memories a vague fragment of my past, my childhood. Hazy-like I stood in a middle of a park, in my pink jumpsuit, clutching my Ernie doll, I looked at the camera, and showed off the dimples in my cheeks.

It felt good being the only child for a while. I got to enjoy it without even remembering it. What a quirk of fate. Things like this shouldn’t pass without being thought about.

Can't say I'm overwhelmed to be typing here but I'm really glad I'm starting to find comfort in writing passages again. It's a crazy world we're living in here, and somehow, journalizing my thoughts makes me feel accomplished as a person. A whole lot of things has opened up for me...as if these opportunities are swallowing me. Gah! I'm being melodramatic again. Stop and think Nicole. You are your own person living independently. Some things are bound to change, whether you like it or not...