Hi everyone. I'd just like to apologize for spamming your f-lists last November D: I realize it's a bit (okay, A LOT) late, but please don't crucify me D: I didn't know the cross-posting option in Multiply was on, so you guys got spammed.

Sometimes I find myself wondering about Queen. I mean, Freddie Mercury was gay, right? It doesn't seem like an issue with his bandmates, but I wonder if they argue about some songs sometimes. Like, "dude, this song is too gay for us." Or something like that.

Anyway! Last semester break, I started writing a Draco/OC fanfic, and I just got the courage to post it on FF.net. I'm no longer feeling self-conscious about it, but I wouldn't want my friends to read it. I don't know, is that normal?

( “Hey, Potter – ” he started to say, but Heather Parker cut him off. )

I know there exists a sort of prejudice for OCs, because I for one tend to avoid fics with OCs in them, and now I understand how it is on the other side. To be honest, that's not to say I'll start reading fics with OCs, though - unless they're highly recommended by someone I know.

During the sembreak too, I've developed a habit of walking my dog in the early evening, and it's good. The only exercise I get is from my PE (ugh, ballet), which is only twice a week. So when I go home for the weekend, I try to walk my dog before I plop down in front of my laptop and never leave until 2 am.

Even though I say "ugh, ballet" whenever people ask me what my PE is, I think I secretly like it. I'm thinking about taking proper ballet lessons (at this age, and with this body? wtf), but what stops me is that I know people will laugh at me (even I'll laugh at myself), and I know I don't have the discipline. It's no use saying otherwise - I'm just too lazy.

I found my diary at 14 years old, and I read it to find out what I was like at that age - I don't know why, but I've already forgotten what I was like when I was younger. A few pages in, and I was ready to kill myself.

Obama won. Oo-kay. It's not that I don't like him - I actually prefer him to John McCain, but people whose opinions I trust don't like him, which leaves me feeling a little apprehensive. I'll just be waiting for the impact on my country, and... I don't know what else. I'll just reserve my judgment.

So, for some me-me-me news. I have enrolled, good god. I have finished before lunch, hurrah hurrah oh joy. Drin, Jea, and I will be going to the bazaar in front of the dorm later, and hopefully I can start my Christmas shopping now.

I am an average shopper, but I really am stupid when it comes to toothbrushes. Ugh! I once bought a Php 130 toothbrush - well, my dad paid for it - and now I bought another ridiculously overpriced toothbrush, Colgate 360 (cheeks, tongue, teeth and gums, for a healthier whole mouth clean). I bought it because it had a free toothpaste! In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have been dazzled by the free toothbrush, since if I applied logic to it, the cost would be adjusted so as to cover the price of the free toothbrush. There. Stupid me. But anyway, the toothbrush was amazing, because the bristles were soft, and didn't irritate my gum-instead-of-tooth area. Yay! And it was green, so that mollifies me a bit.

Well, on Tuesday, I'm going back to school. Ugh! This sembreak was the worst. It was short - one week - which didn't leave me a lot to do the things that I wanted to do, which were:

-have my ears (re)pierced (I wanted two on each ear, but my mom didn't approve)
-play Guitar Hero (well, I sort of played but not. The only thing I could buy was the 80s one, and the only song that worked was We Got the Beat. How pathetic is that?)
-take out my aching tooth (this one happened)
-meet my friends (this one didn't, on account of my tooth)
-basically just reconnect with my PS2 (waaaah!)

About my tooth: it had aching for months, Jesus. My dentist finally got it out. Incidentally, it was also a third molar that was growing the wrong way, so it really had to go. It was a pretty bloody procedure. I was so nervous!

So first he squirted me with Xylocaine, and I could feel my lips and tongue swelling, and my gum going numb. And then he stuck a huge needle in me, and I could feel it, so I was in tears after it ended. He stuck another shorter needle, and it didn't hurt so bad. And then he was chiselling away at part of my tooth, so my spit had bits of teeth and blood in it. Not really gruesome stuff. When he finally got around to removing my tooth, he was rocking it back and forth, and I thought my whole fucking jaw was becoming unhinged, I was so scared.

After the procedure, the gauze that he made me bite on was beginning to really irritate me so I was moving it around with my tongue, but I often hit the affected area, and it was a bit painful. So then this caused me to be in tears while waiting for our congee in Chowking that my mom had to ask the manager to prioritize our order because I had to drink medicine. My mom made some pit stops before, and couldn't find parking at Chowking, and I was just thinking, "I wish I was with my dad," because he wouldn't have to stop at his office and chat while I was being miserable inside the car, and he would immediately find a parking space if it was him. It made me feel pretty horrible after the Chowking debacle, though.

So last week, an American ship stopped at our port, so there were heaps of Americans strolling about. My mom was delighted with them because they looked so fresh-faced and young. Yellow Cab was overflowing. Naturally, there were a lot of hookers hanging around too. Yeah, I had to say it.

I'm starting to get sucked into Harry Potter again D: Gah! I have a strange urge to read all the books again, and to watch all the movies so far. Maybe I will, when I have my own flat. Aaah that though so excites me! But I know finding a room in Manila is unbelievably hard. A 'good place' would probably be a poky old hole in the middle of the slums, because all the livable places would be more than 10k, without utilities and stuff. Argh! Oh well. Anyway. Draco Malfoy ♥♥

I find that walking my dog around the neighborhood at dusk makes me happy. I wish I did it before.

You're good now, Kali. I'm sure of it.