Lo and behold!

Chenchenchenchenchen: BANANYA!

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 14:33:34 GMT

The long and short of it is that I'm officially starting college on Wednesday. Well, not if you count the three days of sweating, ~~running~~ walking, fanning, dancing - all in excessive amounts - as the official start. Chuga chuga.

Pero sige na nga. Albeit the discomfort, ORSEM was okay. I have to give props to the committee cause it was well-planned. And they really followed the schedule. Strictly 1 minute to get to each stop, and 4 minutes to explain. The locked, extremely guarded gates didn't open until 8:00 on their watch (it was 8:15 on mine). And man, the TnT's had so much energy. By 8 am I was drained, and I didn't even have to dance on top of a Monobloc chair. Haha. So there.

Will be living in a condormtel near school. Yey! What can I say, bumenta ang speech. And I just really don't want to be hassled anymore. Really, it's not like I live somewhere remote. Come to think of it, my house is in QC. But the thought of wasting roughly 2 hours every day (2-way) on traveling to school just kills me. Why spend 2 hours of every day trying to form words out of car plates, when you can spend it studying? Naksz.

Anywhoo, I will be moving (mowb-ing) in tomorrow or Tuesday. I still have to get everything together. I have to packpackpack and decide what to bring. I'm really excited about condormtel-ing. My parents and I went to Katipunan earlier in the day to check the place out, and it was really nice. There's a gym (yahoo!) which is available from 6-10 am and 6-10 pm. And it's fun cause it's really like a hotel, with carpeted floors and security cameras and Zing cards for keys. I'm just happy that I'm going to be near school. It's a 15-minute walk, but I can choose to avail of the shuttle service which leaves every 7,8 and 9 am (Hurrah sa tamad!). Haha. I'm actually more excited about living away (sorta) from home than going to class.

Oksigebye.

McPojeever

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 15:55:01 GMT

Wanting you to be wanting meee No there ain't no way to beeee.....

Come on, Poj! Sing it with me. Hahahahaha.

L♥ve it.

Okay I'm gonna go look for a picture of Sarah Wayne Callies now.

Feline Fornication

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 18:02:43 GMT

2:00 am. Mating cats.

Raaawrr.

Mocktail

Tue, 29 May 2007 17:48:09 GMT

A grilled cheese sandwich
+ Coca Cola
+ Calamares
+ Chicharon bulaklak
+ Cheese/fish sticks
+ Margarita
+ Paella Valenciana
+ Four Seasons
+ Blueberry cheesecake
+ Cappucino
_____________

A confused stomach

I love last minute dinner dates. I love long talks. Thanks for tonight, babe. I had so much fun. ;)

LoveStoned

Thu, 17 May 2007 17:01:14 GMT

Sigh. You deserve better.

What is with her, anyway? Geez. Is it the mediocre acting? The ginormous smile? If you went for Scarlett, I'd understand, but her? Damn boy.

The good girl from Seventh Heaven poses topless for some magazine, and she's hotstuff already? My goodness. I never really understood what so many people see in her. Maybe it's cause I equate substance with beauty, or maybe cause I didn't like her in Seventh Heaven to begin with, but whatever the reason, I just don't like her.

Or maybe I'm just bitter. Hmm. Maybe.

amber is the color of your energy WHOA

Tue, 15 May 2007 11:04:56 GMT

Well this made me smile. Damn. I can't believe Nicole "The Only Pussycat Doll Who Can Sing" Scherzinger inspired this song. Mee-ow. I can't believe they were once engaged. Sigh. And now she's with that Laguna Beach loser.

Ukelele. Hee. Cute.

I Think That I Shall Never See

Sun, 13 May 2007 11:15:05 GMT

My brother talking to my mother's Vegan masseuse:

B: Bakit ba hindi ka kumakain pati isda?
M: E buhay din yon e.
B: Bakit, ang halaman din naman buhay a.
M: Hindi naman nagsasalita.
B: Ha? Akala mo lang yon. Alam mo ba yung Trees?....

???

Spacing Out

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:04:26 GMT

From kiddisaster :

Hissy Fit

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 15:45:53 GMT

I can't believe Josh Hartnett and Penelope Cruz are dating. Well, I can, but it's just so wrong. She's an effing gurang. I've seen how their offspring would look like If They Mated, and man, it's some fugly-looking kid. Sad. It's one of those Mayer-Simpson situations that just makes me sigh in sheer agony.

I cracked my Benetint applicator last Wednesday and so I couldn't close it properly. I wrapped it in a hanky and forgot all about it. Now 3/4 has evaporated and that pisses the hell out of me. Sayang. I don't know where I can get Benetint here, or if there's even Benetint here. My mom will kill me when she finds out. Me and my strong hands.

And so I tried fixing it, but then I got Mighty Bond on my fingers.

And yesterday I really felt like buying the new Good Charlotte album. Seriously.

The depressing tragedies of life. I'm gonna go listen to some Chris Carraba and cry my eyes out.

Dayum Girl

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 17:23:05 GMT

Today was a productive day. Booyah. I actually did something. And that feels so damn good.

View Poll: The Ultimate Hottie in Purple

:|

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 15:59:28 GMT

So I guess the choice will be between UP or Ateneo. Damn. I hate indecision. I hate how this day ended. It started and almost ended perfectly. Ze tragedy that is my life.

Sigh.

Where do I go?

Everything Ends

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 06:55:03 GMT

CLICKIE.

And so last Saturday, high school officially ended.

I felt so depressed, but I couldn't cry. I'm sad about leaving. Everything about SHS has become familiar to me, and it's hard leaving the familiar. I've become attached to Holy. I've built my life around that place, and I can't imagine life after or beyond high school. Maybe that's why I couldn't cry. It still hasn't sunk in that I'm leaving Holy. It still hasn't sunk in that I might never see some of my batchmates again. That thought saddens me.

I've been depressed the past few days. I've had more time to think, and I've realized how in life, everything ends. High school means so much to me now, but there's a big possibility that in a few years, high school will mean close to nothing to me. Almost everyone I know gets over high school. I'll be so caught up in the ways of the "real world" that high school and all its drama will seem so trivial to me.

It's funny how a few months back, all I wanted was for high school to end. I was counting down the days in my head, just thinking how happy I would be come graduation day. I was itching to leave, not knowing that when the time came, I'd be clamoring for one more day. Just one more day, to take everything in, to say goodbye to the familiar places, to go through the motions one last time.

So laugh at me if you think I'm being overly dramatic. Pat me on the back if you think it will make me feel better. Nod your head knowingly and say you've gone through the same thing, and that I will get over it. I just know that I'll miss high school. I'll miss the sweet, lollipop-y life. Let me say it now, now that I feel so strongly about it. I'll miss my classmates, my friends, my teachers, and even the inanimate objects that I, strangely, have become attached to.

I'm excited about college. It's going to be a different world. I'll have to make new friends. I'll have to establish new routines, trying to get a semblance of what I had in high school. It'll never be the same, I know. Everyone will just be busy thinking about his future, about making money, worrying about jobs and such. It's a sad thing, to know that I'll have to worry about these things some time soon. If the real world were a little more like high school, then maybe life wouldn't be so exhausting for grown-ups.

I bid goodbye to the sweet world of high school. I had so much fun. When I'm on my death bed, and that moment comes when my life quickly flashes back, I will remember high school and smile, for it truly had been a blast.

Fugly People Can't Be Evil

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 07:25:30 GMT

I was late for practice again yesterday. Great. I really can't come on time to save my life. When I got to the AVR they were practicing the dances. I was so sleepy. Dom arrived and felt my boob. I promised to wear a padded bra.

Ran the whole play at 10ish. I was backstage for like an hour before I had to appear in a scene. Everyone was coming and going and I was just sitting there, reading. It's the good life. The play ran for about two hours. Company call. Sat next to Quisao. She looked pale and tired. She told me she started taking the ultra evul diet pills and she had no appetite and that she was dizzy. Ayayay. We were then given an hour for lunch. Didn't want to eat at Jollibee because Jollibee's pulubi. The juniors except Cassie ate at Karakuch, which is even more pulubi than Jollibee. Some actually went to Jollibee, but the burgis people namely Dom, Ninny, Cassie (Hottie), Cy, Quisao, KitKat (Fit) and I bought food at Grill Queen. We didn't want fastfood cause fastfood is evul. While waiting for our food at Grill Queen somebody called my name and when I turned around she was gone. I hated that.

Ran the play again but with costumes. I didn't bring my costume. Great. After the run we were given reminders and all that shiz. Dom forced us to help her clear the backstage ("or I'll kick your face. Seriously".). So we did. Dom and I lectured Cassie and Roxie about being stupid and bringing porn to school when a nun passed. She asked us what we were doing and we told her we were practicing for the play on Monday but we weren't really cause we were talking about porn. She walked on, and we continued our porn conversation, and then the nun came back. We got scared because we thought she heard us talking about porn but she just came back to tell us how she admired our speaking in English. Isn't that lovely? Dom said she might have overlooked the fact that we were talking about porn because we were talking in English. I love that nun. She looks on the bright side of things. Nuns like her go straight to heaven. Nuns who make fifteen-year-old girls cry go to hell. Lesson of the day: It's okay to talk about porn in Holy as long as you speak in English.

At around five thirty Dom finished (finally) folding her costumes so she, Ninny, Gie and I went down already. We wanted to watch Grease at Dom's house, but first we had to drop by Ever (nyurrrr) to get some stuff we needed. It took so long for us to get the stuff we needed cause Dom and I kept on stopping to talk, and we were being indecisive. Dom wanted to buy ground beef to throw at stupid people's faces (because that's so much better than being kicked in the face). Seriously. She had a point though. I mean, would you rather be kicked in the face than have ground beef thrown at you? But if you're not stupid, you don't even have to worry about it cause only stupid people get kicked in the face/have ground beef thrown at their faces. Haha. It took forever to get all the things we needed. Dom kept on stopping to look at things and she kept on thinking about stuff that she thought we might need but won't really. We bought a bottle of strawberry daiquiri to drink while watching Grease and I could tell Gie wanted to get Emperador Brandy. Gie wanted to get hammered like we did. And she said Emperador Brandy was gonna do the trick. I did want to get hammered. I still do, but I won't get hammered drinking Emperador Brandy.

When we arrived at Dom's we just sat and talked. We couldn't watch Grease cause her sister was watching TV and Dom didn't want to ask her to leave cause that was her sister's way of de-stressing and they were pissed at each other. So we just sat and talked and drank Yakult. I had so much fun with them. We just laughed and talked. Drank most of the daiquiri because they didn't want it. They said it had no tama. Come on. Introduced Pei Pa Koa to Ninny and Gie. Only at 9:30 did we decide to leave. They told me I should go home already and not go to Kar's anymore but I told them I wouldn't miss it for the world. Aww.

When I got to Kar's I was so wasted. I was rambling and I didn't understand half of the things I was saying. She fed me cake and Coke Light. I almost fell asleep on the couch. Haha. It felt nice just being there, talking, trying really hard to stay awake. I asked Kar if she was happy, and if she greeted Miss Dinlasan already. Nyaha. "So we were saying, if you're ugly you can't be evil. You have to be nice to make up for your face." Happy 17th, Karina dear.

Play tomorrow. Will be missing grad practice. How sad.

Padded Bras and Hatred With a Passion

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 14:53:35 GMT

Today was such a fugly day for practicing at the gym. It was a super sticky afternoon and I hated how we had to sing pa-star songs and hit reeaaallllyyy high notes in that sweltering heat. I still don't get most of the songs, and I think we won't be able to pull the songs off if we don't practice as a batch because they're sagutan songs. I hate that.

It rained this afternoon, and that made the day even more fugly. It was so sticky. And I think there was a BF/Mapayapa-wide brownout, so power was out in school and we weren't able to run the play. Ayayay. Hassle. Dom ordered food from KFC and I forgot that it's no-meat Friday. I ordered Fun Shots and Asian salad. It's so stupid. When I was eating the Fun Shots Miss O said we weren't supposed to be eating meat and then I remembered. Grr. I ate fish for lunch pa naman. So that was useless. And Miss said we have to double the sacrifice next Friday to make up.

I had fun during practice today. We were telling the undergrads how the chem book is such a lovely book and that it's next to the Bible. You see last night Dom and I were teasing Roxanne cause she bought this alternate chem book with stupid, elementary pictures and illustrations. Roxie kept on saying that "It's (our chem book) too technical" and we were just laughing at her because her alternate chem book was so grade school. And Dom and I kept saying that she just had to try to read the thick chem book because reading the thick chem book makes one feel smart. And we were telling her how she was so not like us because we're intellectuals. Then we started talking about Edgar Allan Poe and The Cask of Amontillado and how much we love it. Dom told me about a book by EA Poe that she read and loved. She told me that there was an illustration of a naked guy in the book but he had no wiener, and that disappointed her. Haha. Today Edgar Allan Poe was brought up again because one of our first year clubmates thought that he was a Filipino, like maybe a relative of Fernando Poe, and we just laughed at that. And then we talked about Hamlet and Nathaniel Hawthorne and whether Roxie really knows Shakespeare or not. The long and short of it is that Roxie's going to fail English III. Sad.

We were dismissed earlier than expected because of the power outage. Ninny, Gie, Dom, Betsy, Francine and I planned to go somewhere and do whatevs, and so we did, except that Francine aka the biggest taksil you'll ever meet had to go home. So the five of us went to Royale Place and hung out at Grilla. That made up for the fugly sticky day. I had fun at Grilla. We talked about how sad we are that we're graduating already and about the people we will (and will not) miss. Basta. I had fun. It's fun going out now that we're seniors. Truly one of the perks is being able to go out on school nights. Now that we're only practicing for graduation we can go out on school nights and we don't even have to worry about any homework. That's just lovely.

Today I realized that there are a lot of things that I hate with a passion. Grr.

** I just turned seventeen last Wednesday. Yey!
Thanks for coming chums.

PS Happy Birthday Karina

Elite Schmelite

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 15:22:33 GMT

I can still remember wishing for this. I remembered saying that I wouldn't really care about anything else, that I'd be extremely happy once it's all over. "Screw you all I'm leaving." But now that the moment has finally come, I find myself having these almost automatic bouts of nostalgia. And they stir up a flurry of emotions. The first ever "first day". The Mongol pencil smell of primary classrooms. The inevitable introduction to coffee because I just had to stay awake. All these replay in my head at the most unexpected times, and I catch myself smiling and shaking my head in quiet satisfaction. Ayayay.

Huge sigh of relief. I'm so happy that I have nothing to worry about anymore. At least nothing academic-related. Play practices have been going great. I don't regret not auditioning for a big role, even though they've been telling me I should have auditioned for a T Bird role. Come on. I don't wanna screw up the dances.

Whatevs. I'm just happy.

Ah, liberation feels so damn good.

Baby Don't Blow It

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 13:33:21 GMT

I am so not in the mood to go to school tomorrow. Haven't done anything remotely related to school this weekend. Haven't started any of the major projects because I, for the life of me, couldn't bring myself to do any schoolwork. This, my friends, is the reason why I'm still majorly doubting the merit card award. I've got a bad case of senioritis, and it would take more than the usual self-motivation to cure this. Ah, the tragedy.

On the happier side of things, I think I've finally discovered what I really want to be in the future. For some people, it takes half a lifetime to discover their passions, but all it took to discover mine was a school event called the "Students' Take-Over". I didn't expect to have such a glorious discovery during my very brief stint at the directress' office, but I did, and so it is with great pride and joy that I declare my career option: I want to be a receptionist. It's one of those things I just can't explain. It's incomprehensible even for me.

So there. I should really start studying for that English quiz tomorrow. Just wanted to update to let you know that in the span of two days, this is what I have accomplished:

This Is The Way It's Really Going Down

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 14:31:51 GMT

Heavy sh*t.

Uy Pumasa.

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 12:55:31 GMT

Undiscovered potential. Unharmed pests. Ursula's protozoan. Umpire plops. Usurp pearls. Unanimous placating. Ulcer pains. Universal production. Unwashed panties. Unstoppable pimps. Unsatisfied Pakistanis. Undue praise. Uncouth personality.

UP.

♥

Fili-licious

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 11:21:29 GMT

I am flunking Pinoy. The thought of flunking Pinoy seemed funny awhile back, but now it's not anymore. Well okay, maybe a little.

At least I have a life.

Okay that sounded very bitter. How inggitera of me.

Moving on. Four tests over and done with. I am not as enthusiastic about my grades as I was before. I've been, for the past couple of months, just trying to see it as something it isn't. I've been trying to convince myself that my perspective has changed, that I'm less success-hungry, that there are far better things to worry about. But today, life has bit me hard on the ass. I'm a [Fili] failure. I'm a Filiure!

NCAE tomorrow. Yipee!

Zzzz.

Try Me

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 15:56:20 GMT

I haven't studied for the Iliad quiz yet. Yehey. And my JTM speech sucks. Yehey.

The past few weeks have been depressing for some reason. Last night I really felt like I was going to have a nervy breakdown. I told my brother who told my mother, and so now I'm not allowed to lock my door. Funny, I know, but not really because I seriously felt like I was going to have a nervy breakdown last night.

Haynakoshet. I'm..overwhelmed. There's so much to do. I want to watch Prison Break so bad but I can't because I have so much to do and to think about.

Passed Ateneo. Spiffy.

73 days to go before graduation.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like PMS

Fri, 29 Dec 2006 20:25:40 GMT

If PMS were completely eradicated then the world would be 60% less bitchy.
If I had started early then I would have finished early.
If you weren't thinking of me I would be asleep by now.
If ƒ(x)= 4x + 11, then ƒ(5) = number of Weird Al songs I downloaded today.

Which reminds me, I don't have my math book with me. How am I supposed to do the home to the izzle work to the dizzle?Shiznit.

It's three am and I can't sleep. I really want to go to sleep already but I can't. Grr. I'm sorta done with my HTML calendar project but it's still pretty plain. Okay lang.

Went to visit baby Sam today. My mom said she looks a lot like my brother, and my brother said she looks a lot like my sister-in-law and my sister-in-law said she has my brother's lips and ears. I don't know how they can tell, really. To me all newborn babies look the same, all red, wrinkled and fragile-looking. Like baby mice. Eew.

Isn't she...tiny.

Anyway, I've been feeling really crap these past few days. I can't stop eating. I've been eating like a pig and I feel fat. I already lost weight last month but now I've regained the lbs. It's the damn holiday food. And I've been feeling really sad lately. I don't know why. Non-innocence? Unmet expectations? Too much Sufjan Stevens? Ewan. I have to get off my lethargic ass soon and start dong some work or I'll be dead. Dead, I tell you.

It's 4 am. I remembered I slept kanina and I dreamt I was walking at the mall while eating a whole canister of gummy bears. And when I woke up I wanted to eat gummy bears so bad. I even wished I wrote 'gummy bears' on my All-I-want-for-christmas-is/are sock so Andrea would have given me gummy bears instead. But that couldn't have been possible because I didn't know I wanted gummy bears before today.

And in my dream my sister was telling me a pair of Havaianas flip-flops cost 19,000 pesos. Ridiculous, but I didn't really care or pay attention 'cause I was eating my gummy bears. Sigh.

Still not sleepy. Might as well read El Fili. That always puts me to sleep.

It's the Same Old Feeling

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 10:40:24 GMT

Okay my hands are shaking like crazy. I drank coffee again, and I'm like, sssshhhaaaakkkkiiinng.

So what do I write about today? It's a day before Christmas, and I don't feel one bit different. I don't have anything to look forward to- no fancy gifts, no special people coming over, no lechon, no nothing. I'm not even dressed for Christmas. I'm in my most drab clothes, looking like basura as usual. I've been feeling depressed these past few days because a) I'm an idiot b) I did things I shouldn't have c) I have a thousand things to think about d) I haven't been productive e) the neighbors are singing and f) I'm an idiot. There are three people online (excluding me) in my Y!M list and they're all on freakin SMS, meaning I'm online when I shouldn't be, when no one shouldn't be. It's sad how I spend one of the happiest days of the year like this, sitting idly all day. See, last night I watched the final episode of Six Feet Under which made me weep like crap. As in, I wept. It was such a beautiful ending. Up to this morning I was thinking about it. And then, when I woke up, I went online to download Christmas songs to get me in the mood. Then, I watched my mom's dibidi of The Five People You Meet in Heaven, which made me weep again. So it's been weep-a-thon since last night. After eating lunch without an appetite, I watched the final part of Must Love Dogs and the whole of The Interpreter on HBO. I turned the TV off for about 5 minutes in an attempt to get my Christmas act together, but heck, I decided to watch that crappy but nevertheless entertaining Ryan Cabrera show on MTV instead.

Here I am now, updating my sporadically updated blog (on Christmas day) because I'm such a fun person. Yee.

I think I'm gonna get dressed now. Or not. I don't know. I might invite my mom to play Scrabble, my most favorite game in the world. It's fun playing with her because she tolerates all my imbento words. But she still wins. Whatevs.

From Kenji's Multiply:

Kung sino man ang nagsasabing nerd ako susuntukin ko sa mukha. Merry Christmas.

Bad Manners Can Make You Very Unpopular

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 00:52:26 GMT

I'm going to school in a little while. Gotta meet with the Profile staff and get my recommendation forms from Miss Platon. (Jennie Jooooo, she's a vegetarian...*Jennie Jo, Jennie Jo, Jennie Jo*) I swear, these apps are driving me crazy. Showed my SAT scores to my tatay and as usual, he commented on my substandard math skills. Grunt.

Just because I like making mental checklists:

♥ Essays galore
♥ Teen* project
♥ Econ project
♥ Computer project
♥ Yearbook stuff
♥ PROSEC goal book
♥ Fix room

On some random Six Feet Under note, I can't believe Nate's dead.

Parapapampam.

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 14:22:59 GMT

Still sick. My legs hurt like crap.

Odd.

Kainin ang Kerot

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 07:54:07 GMT

Hello. My throat is sore. It's been sore since Thursday, and all the anti-carrot cheering I've been doing only worsened it. First day of intrams yesterday. Blahdiblah. It's fun to see people get pikon and strong-faced, especially when the games get really intense. I woke up today with a headache and a sore throat, but I edited writeups anyway cause I'm such a responsible faggot. I ~~want~~ have to finish editing Pamayan's writeups by tonight cause we have a deadline to meet. (Ahem ahem Ana Karina and Nicole Frans). Tomorrow I plan to buy gifts already if my father gives me the moolah tonight. So the gifts aren't really from me but whatevs.

Our computer had been reformatted and all our files were lost. Sucks. I downloaded Sexy Back (Yeuh!) kasi and it had spyware. I'm such an idiot. Okay lang. At least new software were installed, like the oh-so-cute-I'm-gonna-die-from-the-cuteness Pooh Print Studio and Mickey Print Studio, plus Print Artist. And 20++ games. Wuhoo!

Played Harry Potter Uno yesterday. I won! First time. I like the Spongebob Uno better cause the Harry Potter cards look so serious. Before that, my throat was really killing me and I wanted to eat dirty ice cream but when I went to buy after lunch there were no more cones and only buns. Wow, literal na ice cream sandwich. So nevermind.

Have lots to do over the break. Really. I'm not even saying that to sound like I have a life. I really have LOADS of stuff to do. When I attempt on at least trying to start my projects my eyes reduce to mere slits and then I fall asleep. I don't want to think about writing any essays or doing any caricatures or typing any HTML codes for now cause a) I'm sick and b) it's the intrams and we're not supposed to think about anything when it's the intrams.

Nika and I were talking yesterday and she was telling me how she wanted to go home already. So there I went, ranting about how one should not be absent when there's nothing to do in school but rather be absent when there are a lot of stuff to do in school. That was very wrong advice but she said "Oo nga no". I'm such a smartass. Then she blurted out that she shouldn't be absent because it's the last intrams. ---------- Nanosecond of silence then the "awws" started coming. It is our last intrams. This year is a year of lasts - last fair, last field trip, last Mission envelope, last Christmas party, last Mother Maria Helena triduum, last first day, last everything. Well, okay, not necessarily the last, but the last with Holy anyway. We're leaving in +/- three months. Can you believe that? No matter how nauseated I feel, there's still a tiny part in my heart that feels sad about leaving.

I should really get some rest. I'm so sickly. It's almost Christmas. It's not like I get any good gifts, but it's nice feeling like I have something to look forward to.

Four days to go before Pot's sixteenth birthday!