how i hindered myself at 21!

on my last day as a twenty-one year old, this is what i did:

attempted to create a new blog - which, i have already, thank you very much Ü but oh, what torture to get through! what obstacles! i almost quit blogging again. (as i tend to when i get exasperated at my lack of computer skills...i.e. see date of last post)

---> this was what was supposed to be in the last post, had it gone through:

Mon Mar 29, 01:47:44 PM . Ia Lee

"am about to turn a stunning 22. have decided to fully live up to my self-imposed title of MADAME Ü the VIXEN. the DOMINATRIX (according to bon). the DIVA. no more manang after tomorrow!

have set out to get all the necessary ammo: red lipstick, check. style-star outfits, check. for now, i have set out to become a manila "it girl" even if only in my head. and who's to say i'm not?

on the less shallow aspect, have decided to push through with the weekend fab plans, and to retake up photography and spanish. and to start the interning for real. am determined to develop into an it-girl yet."

there you go. such a shallow state of mind not so early in the morning. ah, but what's important is that i got it done.

on to the next dirty deed as a wallopin'wild girl of 21...

an attempt to swim (in lieu of an attempt to lose weight...so many attempts)

---> what happened was when we got there, the pool was infested with spoiled little runts who were jumping, jumping everywhere. and so, again, i hindered, my exercise after an hour getting pruney in the water amounting to but one measly half-lap, pre-empted and followed by massive pants and grunts on my part. hmm.

third, merienda (or should i call it, "the death of me" consisting of: half a buttery grilled cheese sandwich, an order of greasy, greasy fries, a cheeseburger and a diet soda with my eager-to-please little bro. oh, death by grease.

and lastly, and most horrible of all, an attempt (YET AGAIN) to play badminton - much to the chagrin of our neighbor's maids who were smirking at every lob at every imaginary shuttlecock (i say imaginary because the actual ones were far from where i was hitting them)...this, as you can see was what sealed the demise of a supposedly good day (swim, eat, play, kill yourself with depression over imaginary feathered things heading your way).

but the one final good thing arising from this day is, this blog. which i have finally gotten into shape. new template, though lacking a pic, and new blog.

there's hope for me yet. to quote me circa march 29, 2003, "i acknowledge that i am a work in progress." to add to that today, march 29, 2004, "i may not be getting there yet, but might as well party all the way till i do."Ü

fabulous. nearing 22 more and more i suppose.