My Pop Star Stint

I always knew I'm not meant to be a pop superstar but everyone seems to keep insisting that I should try my luck at it (Hello??? I dont look Britney-ish!!!). So ok, today I auditioned for a Pop Idol kinda' thing. I was actually not qualified for it because they needed 15-21 year olds and I knew that beforehand but I still filled out the forms and performed anyways. I guess the audition masters didnt notice it at first. Anyhow, they said I performed well except that they can't let me advance to the next stage because of the age rule. I told my friend Erik about it (he's notorious for mocking me about all the stupid things I do) and well, yes he did mock me!!! He was like, "What could be worse than that?" For me, I don't think there was anything wrong with that. It may be a bit corny but its not shameful at all. In fact, I'm glad I tried it coz it was such an experience. And I really enjoyed today! It was sort of like making my mom and my friends' long-time dream for me come true. They've always wanted me to try these things out and I did. I'm happy. :)




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Bamfoozled

I am a nutcase. But then again, I know I dont have to say that because it's common knowledge. But here's my head again...so overflowing with confusion. If someone would put some kind of a monitor that would show a graphical presentation of how my trail of thoughts go, it would be something like a fluctuating line that go straight at some points and then off to different directions and off the track at most...


There are just so many things I wanna do with my life. And i can't decide what to do first... And its like theres too much waiting to be done in most parts as well. Ugh... waiting is just the toughest part. But its God's way of teaching people to be still I guess...coz we need it to grow and learn important stuff like that thing they call patience (which you cant buy in stores). I wish that as my butt is still, my mind can do the same even for just a few seconds coz no matter how I try to quit thinking, i just think and think and think. Now I kinda miss the "blank wall" moments where I would just stare without much on my mind. But nevertheless, I'm thankful that my mind's not being idle. It's always active and kicking... and causing me to do "nutcasey" activities like teaching my dog how to sing...


Aaaargh, my head is swamped. Thats about it.





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My New Baby

I have a new baby... And well, she's a doggie. Yes, she's the one on the pic... A beagle (Snoopy's cousin). I named her Whoopie (It was supposed to be Skippy but my friend Tony protested that Skippy is a kangaroo and not a dog). Anyway, I'm writing about this because I'm really excited about my new baby... and I've learned a lot from this cute thing!

First, Whoopie taught me how to wake up early consistently. I work only every other day and during my days off, I am a total sluggard. I tend to be a slow poke and I end up not finishing what I plan to do. But during Whoopie's first days with me, she used to wake me up at exactly 4:45AM everyday so I'd take her out to pee or do other things. I know that's such a drag but I learned about the concept of total responsibility. I wanted the dog so I have to put up with everything that goes with her. (She's a gift I got from my new friend at work). And now that she's been with me for a month and a half, she wakes up a little later than that time but I get to do lots more now that I'm used to waking up early.

Second, Whoopie ripped off my mom's fear of dogs. My mom never liked the idea of having her in the house. We haven't had pets for a long time... and when we used to have dogs, my uncles were the ones who took them in their houses. But when Whoopie arrived, it was such a sweet thing to see my mom tending her like her youngest child. She's now a part of the everyday budget and meal plans. She even has her own room now (which happens to be the bathroom). It's obvious to everyone that she's the new member of the family... not only coz everyone seems to start baby-talking to her when they see her (which I find lame but tolerable). Even if I was the one who brought Whoopie in the house, my mom has taken the responsibility of bathing her; my brother, of feeding her; and my dad, of taking her out for walks. The only thing left for me to do is to buy all the "doggie stuff" she needs and play with her during my spare time.

Whoopie's sweetness is appreciated by everyone...even all the neighbors. I'm proud of her for that. My friend tells me that beagles are attention-seekers. Well, that's one of Whoopie's most obvious traits. She jumps around more when we get busy with other things and forget about her. She clings to our jeans when she sees us ready to go out. But what I appreciate is that she never sleeps until all four of us have come home. She waits at the porch or in the living room until one by one we have arrived. I always get to be the last to arrive. One time, I thought she was already asleep in the bathroom (her "bedroom") so I just went straight to my room, but when she heard my voice, she got up and knocked on my door. (I'm super going to miss her when I leave for Australia in August, waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!)

Yep, that's my baby... :D

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