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CHOCOCETAMOL

Welcome to the world where chocolates and paracetamols are a perfect combination.

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DEIANIRA JAE

?A unique name for an equally unique individual.

?Kicking ass since the All Souls' Day of 1990.

?A mass communication student from the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila.

?Inspired by Jessica Zafra.

?Pretty typical.

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Monday, July 28, 2008

I hate eggplants and I'm going to stand for it FOREVER.

I really don't like eggplants. I don't know why but it disgusts me. I don't like its slimy and seedy...watchamacallit.

What made me hate it even more was that really embarrassing and unfortunate incident last Saturday.

I was at Gil Puyat with my Intro to MassComm groupmates and as we were walking our way towards Mercury Drug to buy some baon, I slipped on something totally gross and brown.

A big brown gloop clung onto my pants and a there were bits of those browns splattered around. My first thought was, "Oh, shit. TAE!"
But my groupmate checked it and said, "Hindi, talong lang."

TALONG LANG.

I was beyond irritated not just because my pants were dirty and I shamefully shamed myself in front of strangers but also for the reason that my untouched Yumburger, large fries and iced tea from Jollibee were goners. It fell to the ground with me and irritatingly dropped to a puddle of water. What a day.

I am never going to like talong forever.