Hi there, random Internet creep. I'm Mariel and I was born exactly 71 years after the Great War Ended. I like drizzles and lazy summer days, making fun of people, and good grammar. I like rambling over things that people don't normally talk about... like curly tops. I like words that rhyme. My heart skips a beat when I hear nice rhyme schemes. Can this be love?

My relationship with my brothers has gone to the extreme. We're in good terms, but our communication is only either endless argumentation about random things which can get as lame or as intense as no one has ever seen before, or just stupid insensible conversations, online and offline alike.

My brother just had an interview with that guy Mark Rosario, and my brother is feeling very good about himself right now. He made my Milo drink for tonight! He seems to be in a really good mood. Haha. He wanted me to post the link in his Facebook Fan Page so he sent it to me. (For the record, I did not create that page, much so he; it was by a college friend of his and somehow I became admin.)

Moving on... this is how it went: Click here!

THAT is why routers are necessary at home, they facilitate communication! (Okay, that was kinda wrong. Haha.) But seriously, this actually makes more sense than a lot of our other chatlogs, there was a time we spent hours playing the rhyming game. I think it stopped when we got disconnected from the Internet. Haha. Sad ending. I wonder who won!

I have a theory, it's called the gago gene theory. It's self-explanatory, but it's about the gene that contains the gago proteins. I think it actually exists! Cause it manifests in the entire bloodline. My family's so weird. But that's for testing. Haha. If I were a biotechnology major I would totally pioneer that research. Haha.

Okay, random/

For the first time ever, I went to SM North EDSA’s newest building. Yeah, the Annex one. And I must say that I hate it. I’m not sure how to say it but I think it was designed in a way that it was so not friendly especially to old people. I mean yeah what the hell I’m not even old yet but then I felt my muscles ache and then I had a chest pain upon reaching the 5th floor. Of course I didn’t know that there was a lift. Haha. But really, when that Annex was being built, I thought Henry Sy has already learned from Trinoma’s awesome lazy people-friendly escalator series system something. The Annex’s escalator system is just so bad. But then again there’s a lift. Hahaha.

I was with my mom, by the way. I was from Psych 160 lab and I went straight to SM because my mom texted me that she was there. Yeah, I’m such a dog. I was actually hoping that she’d treat me to lunch (yes, she did), and then we went off to The Annex just to buy a lame ink cartridge. (Because apparently they moved Cyberzone to the uppermost levels of that far-flung building! I just hate it so much.) Since I was already there, I remembered that there was a sudden DVDR drought here at home because of me massively backing up my files, so I went hunting for a CD-R king stall since for obvious reasons it’s the best place to buy CD’s (only because they’re cheap and can be bought in very large amounts).

And I say, and reiterate the phrase, only because, because really, it’s just it. Whoever owns CD-R King, for crying out loud, he must exponentially increase the number of his service staff. And he must invest in bigger stalls. I daresay CD-R King’s unofficial trademark is now the long queue of people standing in front of the cashier who, frankly, work very slowly. Plus the fact that all CD-R King products that are not CDs (meaning, everything else!) are easily damaged and/or destroyed.

Then again, that’s still not the point of the entry. Because this anecdote so made my day that suddenly, I just wanted to blog so madly again. So after around 30 miutes of falling in line (don’t even start asking me where I got the patience), I was finally talking to the cashier, asking for my DVD+Rs. When it was over and I was just waiting for the receipt and the change, there was a guy beside me who started talking about a memory card (and he wasn’t even the one supposedly next in line, but the lady behind was so …kind to let it pass!) for a certain cellphone unit. Then the cashier asked, “dala mo ba yung unit?”, so the guy showed her.

And then I panicked.

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Then again, sorry for the judgment. Heehee.

I've been trying to stay away from home lately.

Not that I hate it. I love my house. It smells like 10 hours of sleep, and pancakes in the morning with butter melting on top, and late night chick flick marathons, and cold rainy school-less days.

But with my mom going back and forth to Bicol, my younger brother staying in BF, my older brother either lurking online somewhere up there or being with his girlfriend or working on his commissions or doing watercolor Mondays, and of course with my father, dead, staying home is rather... sad.

Busy school days, just come and take me away. Idle times are bad for my health.

This afternoon I went to the Econ Lib to look for a particular reading material for PI 100. I went there because my professor said the material could only be found in Econ and it's for room use only. So I went to Econ, pretty confident that I could easily get and photocopy what I needed. They were all on loan. Damn. Whatever happened to room use only??? So I went to the librarian and asked if there was another copy of the book in Econ, hoping that I didn't have to go to CAL anymore (apparently, the room-use copies are in CAL!). The librarian told me to ask another librarian. So I asked another librarian, who was upstairs.

I asked the other librarian and then he asked me for the title and author of the material. So I gave him what he needed. Then he said, "kailangan ng call number". Fine, I had to go back downstairs. But he didn't stop there! He said, "alam mo kung ano yung call number?" And duh I know what a call number is, so I said "Opo, opo, kukunin ko lang sa baba." But he went on saying, "ganito yun o (pointing to the call number of another book)., ganito." I KNOW!!! I know what a call number is!! So I kinda ran away and went back downstairs.

Ending: I went to CAL instead. Hahaha.

Conclusion: It's either I look stupid or I look like a freshie, who could be understandably stupid when it comes to university goings-on. Oh dear God, I prefer the latter. Please tell me I look like a freshie. And don't freshies know what call numbers are?! Oh God they need your help.

P.S. I have officially abandoned my Xanga site. Or maybe I'm not sure about the "officially" part, I'm just certain I have abandoned it. If this is temporary or ~forever, I don't know.