i couldn't sleep.
i caught the tailend of a progam about extraterrestials and dolphins, and stayed on it to find out what the next one was about. but it turned out not even mildly interesting.
i fluttered between blind date and hbo, which was between programs. went back to etc, but settled on cinemax.
it was a waste of time, that. about a beauty queen who framed her overbearing mother for murdering her rival - surprise, surprise - career-wise and in love. formula, how sappy could i get? such a sucker i am, porque whodunnit, tsk. and then for good measure, they tell me in the end that it was based on a true story. that supposed to make me feel better?
it was so bad i had to go look for something i could better appreciate.
etc again, but i couldn't take blind date and its kababawan.
mothman phrophecies daw sa hbo. i like laura linney (did you catch her on love actually?); richard gere's okay but only because he's nice to look at. i've seen mothman once before and wasn't too impressed. i gave it another go and had a better grasp on the idea for it. left me impressed enough to vow to look up some of the concepts in it. not too sure how i'd start googling it, though.
im still awake, but only because my roomie's alarm bells have begun to toll. tres. tres relojes, set a few minutes apart. great. and she's still not awake!
haha, nagsalita. i sleep like im dead myself. only a few things really wake me up. shocking news, gari, or food. my 6210 actually rings a nasty one, but (there goes another alarm) sadly it hasn't done such a good job in getting me to work on time. sinisi ba? okay, not today. i have that murderous beauty for an excuse.