Midnight Entry # 1

One of the two most important women in my life (the other one's my mom, if you're curious) celebrated her birthday today.

To my sister, who grows in beauty each day (and yeah, my mom's right - she does resemble Joyce Jimenez): Happy fourteenth birthday Jessikoy. I love you. :)

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On my way home to celebrate my sister's birthday, I took a cab to Ortigas to meet up with my dad in order to save him some driving time. I told the cabbie to drop me off at the Shell station on Vargas corner Rodriguez. Instead, he let me off at the Shell station on Sapphire corner Ortigas. Salamat ah. Your sense of direction definitely did not make up for your dreadful road etiquette as I was hoping it would. Asshole.

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Tonight I realized just how memorable Alabang Town Center really is to me. Each store, each restaurant, each bench - I can tell you a dozen stories about every single one of them.

My family ate in Friday's tonight, and I couldn't help but recall a story about a 5-peso bill, one about a birthday dinner, and another about a Double Fudge Brownie.

I shared two Double Fudge Brownies with my siblings tonight. That was bliss :)

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Rustom Padilla just admitted his homosexuality on national television. Afterwards, he spent a chockful of time sobbing on Kiana's breasts... err, chest. Either he just isn't a boob person, or he really is completely gay.

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Will Shakespeare truly is a literary god.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Romeo and Juliet is, hands down, one of the best stories ever told.

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished;
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.