wuturupto??

My dog made me believe that I don't belong in our crib. I have this hunch that my neat freak hubby and our OCD dog are conjoined at birth. My husband laughs at how I iron my uniform (so he ends up doing it for me), while my dog is eyeing me intensely that I am about to make a mess. Huwatdapak!
OK, I came from the planet Yakizurba, I love japanese food, I'm still a coke addict and the best of it all, I love it when I'm in front of my pc and think nothing about tomorrow and just continuously surf the wide world of web. Ohh la la. My hubby noticed that I am not into Journey/AP anymore. I am soooo saturated by it (I'm gonna get hanged by whoever is reading my blog). Some of the (AP)fans are killing me. Thus, I decided just to stay out of it. Nagiging bakya na eh. It's like... loving the old Happy Feet clogs in the 70's better than the Happy Feet being sold at Shoemart nowadays.
I got swayed there for a second.
I am catching up on what's in Itunes and new applications. I love to download games for my Itouch that I can use in my not oh so boring job. But the most awesome dl I got tonight is the Pandora radio station (freelaluh!). With my Itouch and wifi I'll be listening to my AOR.



It's now 0334 hrs. And I'm still going ga ga with my 80's sound. Couldn't get away with it. Reminiscing.
College.

Cramming. Public Health sexy uniform. "Charol shoes."
Barkada. Shakeys. Beer. Ijos. UGH!Vicious cycle.



"When you cant give no more
They want it all but you gotta say no
Im turnin off the noise that makes me crazy
Lookin back with no regrets
To forgive is to forget
I want a little piece of mind to turn to". ~
excerpt from Be Good to Yourself lyrics by Journey