what i learn from chuvaness

papa kept shaking his head when i was at my nth "aww... dith ith tho cute" pacute line. but really these flash drives are super cute. i mean, look at them, they're adorable. and i just have to get my hands on one. papa promised to buy me one IF EVER he sees one in Malaysia, because he is leaving again, not soon i hope. anyway, some of the designs are so tokidoki, and i love tokidoki, cried over my lost tokidoki umbrella, seriously i just have got to get one. and these are my personal favorites:



look,han solo and princess lea too! :) cute no? amf.

anyway, papa told me to read brian gorrell's blog. and i was like, brian who? i am the one who's online everytime, and yet my dad always has the latest chikka. hahaha! anyway, it's pretty sad, if it's all true, i mean. i kinda envied their lives, especially celine lopez', but if it's true, then she's, it's kinda pathetic. it really did make me sad.
it's a long story, but if you wanna know all about it, just check it out yourself.

what i do best. RANT.

so early this morning i was reading Celine Lopez' and Gilda Cordero Fernando's column. yes, from two different newspapers. i couldn't even remember who writes for which just that they were in today's paper. i think.

so it's pretty tiring to read other people's lives. really. especially when they seem so heavenly, and yours is nothing to write about. but i keep reading simply because im hooked. last week i was so down about finding out how much writer's earn. but if you're the majestic Gilda Fernando who writes about 5 columns in the sunday paper (i don't know about the weekdays) you'd earn enough to feed a dozen children. but it's not like writers Jim Paredes, Celine Lopez, Tessa Prieto and Gilda Fernando need that extra thousands.

so as i was saying, i was reading Celine Lopez' column about internet. it was more like a blog entry about her love-hate relationship with the internet. she gets paid for it, i wonder when i will get paid for writing in my blog. oh. i guess when i become just as good, hmm, that makes sense. but what good is there to write about, lately i can't write about anything. i rant, that's what i do best. i sulk and get jealous. BUT REALLY, IM OK.

i'm not making any sense here. so anyway, i was checking out Chuvaness.com (stuff you won't read in the newspaper.) stuff you wish you read in your journal! i was getting all green with envy. again. just because these people live in the same country as i do, but they seem like somebody from the other end of the earth. i'd like to say that 'jessica zafra texted me...." too. i'd like to write about lunches with Dean Alfar and Socorro Villanueva, hahaha! but i'm a 17 year old writer wanna be, i don't write half as good as these people. and i don't even try.

one day i'm going to have a column too. and i'd write about parties and book signings. i'd be given complimentary tickets to plays and whatever. i'd write about countries i've been to over the weekend. but for now, i'm going to sulk and dream about it. haha.