christine: i'm only at 47 hours
ron: thats a lot
christine: 47 hours isn't enough to get you to 9999 damage every time
christine: i have to level up
ron: you can do it just concentrate
ron: level up for 30 minutes every day
ron: it's just like working out
Haha! So true.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Twist of dream events
Stupid dream... Haha.
So this time, I had been gone for some time and I went back to my apartment. Except it wasn't the current apartment I live in, it was my old one when I lived with Kat! So I tried getting into my apartment but my key wasn't working. I guess the people inside heard me trying to open their door, and the following conversation ensued..
Them: Why are you trying to get into our apartment? This is ours.
Me: Whaaa? No way I've lived here for the past year.
Them: No way, we've lived here for a few years now. Are you sure you don't live in the unit upstairs?
So of course I thought to myself, hmm maybe I DO live upstairs. So I went upstairs and of course my key works. I get inside and all of Kat's stuff was there. I was sooo confused because our door was kind of broken also. And then Kat and her BF come home...
Me: Kat I thought we lived downstairs?
Kat: Yeah isn't it weird? But all our stuff is here.
And of course, I get more confused..
THEN, some random big dudes are able to use their key to open the door. And..
Big dudes: What are you doing in our apartment?
Me: WHAAA?! NOOO! This is OUR apartment.
They then started to take out knives and stuff and I was like.. "OH NO NO WE'LL LEAVE.. PLEASE DON'T HURT US!"
Then all of a sudden! In walks the camera crew and it turns out we were being punk'd all along. (And yes, my real apartment was the downstairs one.. hahaha).
Right? The most STUPID. DREAM. EVER. Haha!
So this time, I had been gone for some time and I went back to my apartment. Except it wasn't the current apartment I live in, it was my old one when I lived with Kat! So I tried getting into my apartment but my key wasn't working. I guess the people inside heard me trying to open their door, and the following conversation ensued..
Them: Why are you trying to get into our apartment? This is ours.
Me: Whaaa? No way I've lived here for the past year.
Them: No way, we've lived here for a few years now. Are you sure you don't live in the unit upstairs?
So of course I thought to myself, hmm maybe I DO live upstairs. So I went upstairs and of course my key works. I get inside and all of Kat's stuff was there. I was sooo confused because our door was kind of broken also. And then Kat and her BF come home...
Me: Kat I thought we lived downstairs?
Kat: Yeah isn't it weird? But all our stuff is here.
And of course, I get more confused..
THEN, some random big dudes are able to use their key to open the door. And..
Big dudes: What are you doing in our apartment?
Me: WHAAA?! NOOO! This is OUR apartment.
They then started to take out knives and stuff and I was like.. "OH NO NO WE'LL LEAVE.. PLEASE DON'T HURT US!"
Then all of a sudden! In walks the camera crew and it turns out we were being punk'd all along. (And yes, my real apartment was the downstairs one.. hahaha).
Right? The most STUPID. DREAM. EVER. Haha!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Where the Wild Things Are
I decided that this blog needed a visual revival. It's a lot warmer and more inviting now. I edited my Twitter last night and then decided to use the same concept and colors for my blog. Based off the children's book and upcoming film..
Where the Wild Things Are:
I can't wait til this film is released. (:
Hope you likey.
I am now done with 3 of 4 finals. My last one is a 5-page paper due at 5pm tomorrow. My goal is to finish early tonight so I could finally play FFX again. (:
Where the Wild Things Are:
I can't wait til this film is released. (:
Hope you likey.
I am now done with 3 of 4 finals. My last one is a 5-page paper due at 5pm tomorrow. My goal is to finish early tonight so I could finally play FFX again. (:
Monday, May 18, 2009
Finals = No creative juices
My Facebook wall-to-wall with Dyanne:
Christine
You are done and I am jealous.. ): Hookah sesh wednesday?
8 hours ago · Comment · Like
Dyanne
Haha get it? Mos def?
about an hour ago · Comment · Like
Christine
.... HAHAHA!!! Man I wish I were done with finals and had time to think of clever wall posts like yours. :P
4 minutes ago · Comment · Like
HAHA I love DCHO! Just a few more days.
Christine
You are done and I am jealous.. ): Hookah sesh wednesday?
8 hours ago · Comment · Like
Dyanne
Haha get it? Mos def?
about an hour ago · Comment · Like
Christine
.... HAHAHA!!! Man I wish I were done with finals and had time to think of clever wall posts like yours. :P
4 minutes ago · Comment · Like
HAHA I love DCHO! Just a few more days.
Friday, May 15, 2009
More weird dreams?!
In my 2-hour nap the other day, I had the scariest dream ever (well, second scariest in my life). I had my first sleep paralysis experience!
In my dream, I had fallen asleep.. And in my dream-sleep, I proceeded to have sleep paralysis. Pretty much another part of me came out of my body (kinda like astro-projection?) and was trying to kill me. So dream-dream-me (astro-projection me) was trying to kill dream-me. All of this while I was sleeping! The worst part was that dream-me was the one experiencing sleep paralysis so she really couldn't wake up from the threat of a knife at her throat because she was sleep-paralyzed..
When dream-me finally woke up (surprisingly unscathed), she was crying and scared and tried telling some friends about it. She also forced herself to stay awake for a long time because she was scared that the same thing would happen (.. that she would get attacked by her self) if she fell asleep again. Worst part was that dream-me kept drifting off to sleep and even at the slightest drift the evil part of dream-me would start peaking out and reveal herself.
When I woke up (real me, not dream-me) my heart was racing. Who knew that a 2-hour nap could produce such a nightmare.. Haha.
Does this make sense?! Well, it does to me. But forreal.. One of my worse dreams!
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Last night I had another weird dream.. Although, not scary.
I went to go meet up with my sister somewhere.. And there were a lot of daycare programs there. There was a program for different age groups, and even one for developmentally disabled children.
Anyhow, my sister and I finally realized we weren't supposed to be there so we started walking away. And as we walked away, some little Asian girl ran up behind me yelling, "Mommy mommy!" I turned around, looked at her with a puzzled expression, and told her, "I'm not your mommy." And she had this, "Oh yeah you're right" look on her face. I asked her if she lost her mommy and she said yes, and I told her I'd help her find her.
For the duration of my dream, we colored a sign together that had her name on it (I don't remember what it was) and a message about how she needed to find her mom. We walked to all the different daycare programs but still no luck.
Needless to say, I woke up without finding her mommy for her. What a failure!
Haha, anyway, those have been some of my more prominent dreams lately. I definitely should be recording my dreams more often because they are REALLY weird but actually EXTREMELY vivid. I'll try to remember!
Until then, ciao. (:
In my dream, I had fallen asleep.. And in my dream-sleep, I proceeded to have sleep paralysis. Pretty much another part of me came out of my body (kinda like astro-projection?) and was trying to kill me. So dream-dream-me (astro-projection me) was trying to kill dream-me. All of this while I was sleeping! The worst part was that dream-me was the one experiencing sleep paralysis so she really couldn't wake up from the threat of a knife at her throat because she was sleep-paralyzed..
When dream-me finally woke up (surprisingly unscathed), she was crying and scared and tried telling some friends about it. She also forced herself to stay awake for a long time because she was scared that the same thing would happen (.. that she would get attacked by her self) if she fell asleep again. Worst part was that dream-me kept drifting off to sleep and even at the slightest drift the evil part of dream-me would start peaking out and reveal herself.
When I woke up (real me, not dream-me) my heart was racing. Who knew that a 2-hour nap could produce such a nightmare.. Haha.
Does this make sense?! Well, it does to me. But forreal.. One of my worse dreams!
---
Last night I had another weird dream.. Although, not scary.
I went to go meet up with my sister somewhere.. And there were a lot of daycare programs there. There was a program for different age groups, and even one for developmentally disabled children.
Anyhow, my sister and I finally realized we weren't supposed to be there so we started walking away. And as we walked away, some little Asian girl ran up behind me yelling, "Mommy mommy!" I turned around, looked at her with a puzzled expression, and told her, "I'm not your mommy." And she had this, "Oh yeah you're right" look on her face. I asked her if she lost her mommy and she said yes, and I told her I'd help her find her.
For the duration of my dream, we colored a sign together that had her name on it (I don't remember what it was) and a message about how she needed to find her mom. We walked to all the different daycare programs but still no luck.
Needless to say, I woke up without finding her mommy for her. What a failure!
Haha, anyway, those have been some of my more prominent dreams lately. I definitely should be recording my dreams more often because they are REALLY weird but actually EXTREMELY vivid. I'll try to remember!
Until then, ciao. (:
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Looking good vs. feeling good
I don't consider myself a very high-maintenance girl, but I guess when it comes down to it there are certain things that place me under that category.
When it comes to my appearance, I will almost never go out in public wearing sweats, not even if I'm just walking two blocks and back (exception: going to something like dance practice). I almost never leave my house without at least eyeliner on. I can't go out without straightening or curling my hair. And I hate going out in public wearing my glasses (contacts ftw!).
A lot of things over the course of my life have caused me to adopt these certain rules of my physical appearance. For example, I always wear eyeliner because when I was younger a friend told me that I look pretty with makeup on (haha, we are still friends. In fact, he's one of my best. He meant no harm!). Also, in high school I'd go to school without eyeliner (due to me being late so much) and people would think that I was tired or that I had been crying. Nowadays I sacrifice being late to class in order to feel okay with my physical appearance--I have to be comfortable with what I'm wearing, my hair always has to be dried and straightened/curled, and my eyes have to have eyeliner.
I guess it's one of those, look good-feel good personal ideologies. I don't necessarily put A LOT of work into the way I look, but I do spend some time on it daily.
The reason I bring this up is because today around 1130am Paolo called me and asked me to go to lunch with him. I hadn't yet showered because I plan on being home all day and getting work done, neither of which requires me to shower. Of course, I had no makeup on and my hair was all frizzled (I did manage to put my contacts on though!). I told him this, and he told me it didn't matter. When I saw him, I was all fussy about the way I looked and he said, "Why? You look good."
Hearing him tell me that I look good made me feel so much more at ease. I know words are just words and he could have just been telling me I look good to shut me up, but I'm glad he did because yes, words are words, but sometimes they really go a long way.
Point of the story 1:
Appearance isn't everything. DUH. I know this, but I've gotten so used to my daily routine of putting time into the way I look that I don't want to change it. It really is a personal thing. I like going out in public feeling like I look nice. It's moreso for my own benefit than for others'.
Point of the story 2:
Paolo really knows how to make me happy. Seriously. Even in my ugliest times he still manages to make me feel beautiful. Cheesy enough for you? Hehe.
Well, that's all the time I have today for personal stories.
Ciao, for now.
When it comes to my appearance, I will almost never go out in public wearing sweats, not even if I'm just walking two blocks and back (exception: going to something like dance practice). I almost never leave my house without at least eyeliner on. I can't go out without straightening or curling my hair. And I hate going out in public wearing my glasses (contacts ftw!).
A lot of things over the course of my life have caused me to adopt these certain rules of my physical appearance. For example, I always wear eyeliner because when I was younger a friend told me that I look pretty with makeup on (haha, we are still friends. In fact, he's one of my best. He meant no harm!). Also, in high school I'd go to school without eyeliner (due to me being late so much) and people would think that I was tired or that I had been crying. Nowadays I sacrifice being late to class in order to feel okay with my physical appearance--I have to be comfortable with what I'm wearing, my hair always has to be dried and straightened/curled, and my eyes have to have eyeliner.
I guess it's one of those, look good-feel good personal ideologies. I don't necessarily put A LOT of work into the way I look, but I do spend some time on it daily.
The reason I bring this up is because today around 1130am Paolo called me and asked me to go to lunch with him. I hadn't yet showered because I plan on being home all day and getting work done, neither of which requires me to shower. Of course, I had no makeup on and my hair was all frizzled (I did manage to put my contacts on though!). I told him this, and he told me it didn't matter. When I saw him, I was all fussy about the way I looked and he said, "Why? You look good."
Hearing him tell me that I look good made me feel so much more at ease. I know words are just words and he could have just been telling me I look good to shut me up, but I'm glad he did because yes, words are words, but sometimes they really go a long way.
Point of the story 1:
Appearance isn't everything. DUH. I know this, but I've gotten so used to my daily routine of putting time into the way I look that I don't want to change it. It really is a personal thing. I like going out in public feeling like I look nice. It's moreso for my own benefit than for others'.
Point of the story 2:
Paolo really knows how to make me happy. Seriously. Even in my ugliest times he still manages to make me feel beautiful. Cheesy enough for you? Hehe.
Well, that's all the time I have today for personal stories.
Ciao, for now.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
If only there were more than minimum reassurance..
C: what can't you handle?
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Auto Response from christine:
i can't handle it
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christine: you graduating
C: =(
C: you can
C: =) and will
christine: the thought of summer coming scares me
christine: cuz we all remember what happened LASt summer!
christine: -.-
C: it shoouldn't
christine: i know it shouldn't, but it does
christine: i don't like not knowing
christine: what will happen of you and me i mean
C: that's one thing that makes it better
C: knowing you have to make the best of it right now
C: because the next step is unclear
C: =) we'll be fine
C: so just stay up
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Auto Response from christine:
i can't handle it
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christine: you graduating
C: =(
C: you can
C: =) and will
christine: the thought of summer coming scares me
christine: cuz we all remember what happened LASt summer!
christine: -.-
C: it shoouldn't
christine: i know it shouldn't, but it does
christine: i don't like not knowing
christine: what will happen of you and me i mean
C: that's one thing that makes it better
C: knowing you have to make the best of it right now
C: because the next step is unclear
C: =) we'll be fine
C: so just stay up
The woes of finals..
christine: i want to sleep but like
christine: everytime i lie down i feel guilty
christine: ahhaha
rex: SAME HERE.
christine: everytime i lie down i feel guilty
christine: ahhaha
rex: SAME HERE.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Bonjour, good day!
Belle is seriously the root of where my Paris/France fascination began.. I've been fascinated with most things French since I was young. (Belle is probably also the reason why I'm such an academic person..... I LOVE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!)
Anyway, I had my orientation for Paris yesterday, and I am getting more and more excited/nervous as the time for me to go abroad approaches. There are so many places I want to visit and explore! I found out that I have a one-bedroom suite apartment all to myself, with a kitchen and bathroom! You cannotttt tell me that is not extremely AWESOME! Also, as a study-abroad student I will be getting an all-access pass to the Louvre! Meaning I can go an unlimited amount of times whenever I want! Ahhh I'm so excited.
But yeah.. I don't know what's in store for me in Paris except all things awesome. I think it's about time for another vacation and this is exactly what I need.
June you are so close, yet so far!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Drink all day, play all night!
I spent my weekend in LAS VEGAS and I must say it was one of the BEST. WEEKENDS. EVER. I met up with my bro and sis and sister's boyfriend and brother's friends over there (I was the baby!). But it was sick, cuz my bro is finally back from deployment and we decided to do it big by celebrating in VEGAS. And what was especially tight was that everyone else was older so they were showing me the ropes and of course taking care of me!
I got to see a lot of the things I saw as a kid, except this time it was so much better. I gambled for the first time EVER in LIFE, which is great because you are served free drinks as you gamble! I won $35 by myself, and then we (sis, bro, sis' boyfriend, and I) hit jackpot on this giant slot machine, allowing us to split $300. Hahaha. It was very exciting times.
We also hit up the famous club TAO (got in free, VIP!) where JAY-Z, DIDDY, TOO SHORT, and CEDRIC THE ENTERTAINER were throwing a post-fight party! I didn't expect that.. But it was sooo sick. BEST WEEKEND EVER to be in Vegas! Also hit up a new club/lounge called Lavo in the Palazzo which was very chill.
And of course, Manny Pacquiao for the win AGAIN. It was nuts in Vegas! So many Filipinos.. And also so many potential Filipino-British drunk fights!
Anyway, here are some pictures.. I'm having major Vegas withdrawals already and I think I might have to go back next month before I leave for Paris!
Siblings!
Me and my bro at Tao beach with some Heinies
Jay-Z, Diddy, & Cedric the Entertainer!
Jay-Z & Diddy on the mic
Lavo Lounge
At Le Petit Cafe in Paris, Las Veags
The giant Eiffel Tower alcoholic slushies that gave us good luck so we could hit Jackpot!
I got to see a lot of the things I saw as a kid, except this time it was so much better. I gambled for the first time EVER in LIFE, which is great because you are served free drinks as you gamble! I won $35 by myself, and then we (sis, bro, sis' boyfriend, and I) hit jackpot on this giant slot machine, allowing us to split $300. Hahaha. It was very exciting times.
We also hit up the famous club TAO (got in free, VIP!) where JAY-Z, DIDDY, TOO SHORT, and CEDRIC THE ENTERTAINER were throwing a post-fight party! I didn't expect that.. But it was sooo sick. BEST WEEKEND EVER to be in Vegas! Also hit up a new club/lounge called Lavo in the Palazzo which was very chill.
And of course, Manny Pacquiao for the win AGAIN. It was nuts in Vegas! So many Filipinos.. And also so many potential Filipino-British drunk fights!
Anyway, here are some pictures.. I'm having major Vegas withdrawals already and I think I might have to go back next month before I leave for Paris!
Siblings!
Me and my bro at Tao beach with some Heinies
Jay-Z, Diddy, & Cedric the Entertainer!
Jay-Z & Diddy on the mic
Lavo Lounge
At Le Petit Cafe in Paris, Las Veags
The giant Eiffel Tower alcoholic slushies that gave us good luck so we could hit Jackpot!
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