this is the first time in years that i'm going through fever without the usual colds and cough. but there is nausea, and i am just praying to god that it doesn't turn into vertigo again. i don't want to take in stupid medication (i.e. serc) that makes my ears pop whenever i make sudden head movements. i hate the feeling of ears popping. i missed keia's (kalon's baby) christening. which is sad because it was a reunion of sorts for old ateneo friends. on the bright side, i missed film class too, and the tiring ordeal of having to sit through w.g. griffith's "birth of a nation" all over again. i watched this film once, and that was more than enough for me. i can't sit through 3 hours and 7 minutes of american propaganda disenfranchising placid concepts of democracy. i have a pamamanhikan to go to tomorrow, though i am not sure if i will make it. should i call my now or wait the last minute because i might make it anyway? anyhow, staring at the computer monitor makes me feel dizzy. i am beginning to see double. the keyboard seems to get smaller the longer i stare at it. and my fingers--fatter!!! that can't be right, last time i checked i'm certain i was losing weight. i'm contemplating two things: should i make my own starstruck web site? or should i hit the sack?

starstruck nostalgiai felt good and bad to see startstruck off. i liked the winners--jennelyn mercado and mark herras--and i enjoyed seeing that pathetic f4 wannabe lose. the nice thing about these winners is they proved--even for the 2 hours spent on stage--that they deserve it. they simply stood out, jennelyn didn't commit the same mistake as yasmien who thought she could hit the high notes. and mark simply outdanced rainier. i also felt bad it was over. it was a short-lived affair, and good for gma for not extending a successful pilot season into a telenovela of sorts. (remember star in a million? it produced singers whom sarah geronimo devoured completely in sharon and sour sports who don't deserved to be hired for any project) for a couch potato like me, i have to excise faith even on the campiest of things just to get a sense of myself. what is it with starstruck that makes me grasp myself more? i guess the momentary pause of thinking what life i should plan for myself if fpj wins the elections is what i appreciate the most. instead of looking at the crazy politicians, i'd rather look at crazy teenagers. at least they have a better, more earnest dream compared to fpj and the entire lot of politicos who fuck up my life.