The Park

For my birthday (just a few days from today), I am treating myself with a semi-nice notebook. Or at least, that’s the plan.

Ugh, I’m growing old.

Hahaha. I am addicted to omgsong.

Poor butchered song.

I have not watched a full episode of anime since I came back from Baltimore.

People around me are scared.

Seriously.

Holy mackerel! I am in dire need of intervention. Help me, oh lawd!

It’s one thing to be enamoured but to obsess… Ahhh. I blame the ‘effin mic. Too bad for my neighbors but I’ve been tryig to belt out songs from varying eras. Let’s say I’ve been going through the ABCs of my lovely MagicSing.

At one point, I was warbling Run to you. Then, my attention was given to Superwoman. Later on, I tried to tackle Unforgettable. Also, there’s Unbreak my heart, Hero, and It’s too late. I was going to try out And I’m telling you but my conscience stopped me. It was three o’clock in the morning.

Of course, I whipped out my Tagalog chips to polish some OPM tunes. It’s different singing in this language. Hmmm. I wish I had Japanese chips, especially Chihiro Onitsuka ones…

*le sigh*

This is what happens when you are left alone in the house. You fill the air with noise.

I could not sleep.

You might attribute it to excitement but no, it isn’t. My body clock is simply ‘effed up. I usually sleep at around five or six in the morning. Seriously. And that means I’ll have about an hour of sleep before I get ready for my flight. Eep.

Well, here’s to me enjoying the Geek Prom. Gawd help me once I walk in the dealer’s room.