Six words

The Grudge is so fucking scary.

I dragged Dimples to watch a movie with me. It was a toss-up between Polar Express and The Grudge and me, wanting to get spooked to add something to my non-existent life chose The Grudge. It was psychotic beyond belief it's not even funny. The worse thing was the movie turned me off horror flicks completely. I dreamed about it last night (well, this morning cos I stayed up late talking with Dimples, Big shocker there!) and I'd been edgy since.

Tomorrow's the day

My exams are finally over. Thank God. I've packed my bags and all I have to do is count the hours til my mum's friend gives me a lift to Brisbane Airport tomorrow night. I can't wait. Sure, I'll miss Australia. This is my home. I love it here and I can't even think of going back to Manila for good, but I'll be lying if I told you guys that I'm not psyched. I can't wait to catch up with friends and relatives. I've been so depressed these past few days that I can't muster the energy to write something constructive. But it doesn't matter, I'm going to Manila tomorrow and I'll be all good once I see my nieces and everybody else. I need human warmth to tell me it's gona be ok.

Oh, and for the record, I'm still depressed....