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       One day during my Christmas break, my mom, while digging through a bookshelf, came upon my high school Retreat Journal. Some explanation: a Retreat Journal is the final, most cumbersome requirement that a senior Kong Huanian must submit in order to graduate. Any regular senior, on the delightful fringes of a final semester in Kong Hua, would ignore the whole thing and choose instead to focus his attention on more important matters (like wooing second-year Chinese girls). But I was nerdy, and I was "passionate," and I just had to take my journals seriously.        It's amazing, how much I have changed since then. Reading my journal felt like reading a fanfiction about my life; the characters were the same, the setting was the same, but the author was a different person entirely.        And 2010 Me sounds like a total douchebaguette . She wrote about how she was "a fighter", about how she fought for "environmentalism"...

Okay, I have been blogging really erratically this year. But can you blame me, really? When I don't have school, I'm living my regular, civilian life - and nothing interesting ever happens then. Except me getting a condo. That's pretty interesting, right? We're still looking for one more roommate, btw. :D heeheehee (see: this similarly desperate and shameless post ) Anyway, I guess I have some summer blogging to catch up on. For Holy Week, my family went to Dapitan! Woohoo! Okay, you got us. My family never actually does holy things on Holy Week. While everyone else is out there reflecting and repenting, the Capinpuyans go a-splorin'. And how could you expect us to do anything else? Holy Week means no work for the parents, which means maximum family time. Why waste those precious moments sweating in a stuffy old church? I'm kidding, of course (sort of). Anyway, now for the obligatory summer pictures, edited by my mom! How awesome is that. River cr...

            It's summer, and tons of bikini pictures from my friends' vacations have been popping up on my Facebook news feed. I remember when I was a freshman (wow that was two years ago) and my new friends and I somehow got to talking about swimwear. I said, "Why do girls let people see themselves in bikinis? They provide about as much coverage as underwear." "Why, what do you wear to the beach?" they asked me. "A one-piece," I said.  They looked at me like O___O (Let it be known henceforth that these friends were all guys.) And then they explained to me that bikinis were sort of the standard in Manila. Everyone wore one. Everyone, even the people I had thought were conservative dressers.          This was news to me because I had previously thought that bikinis were for, well, sluts . I mean, letting people see you in your bikini is like letting them see you in your underwear! I'm pretty sure I don't want t...

I got really vain and decided to look up my name on Google, and I found this very sweet and very old entry from my schoolmate Sandy's blog: You know why I couldn't study tonight? I was too eager to surf the net and search for Aimee Capinpuyan's blog - I've heard she's sensational! I did try to review my skills in Math Proficiency but when I got to question number 16 or so I gave up and just hooked the laptop to get some form of recreation. And I searched for Aimee's blog - swear, it's so super! Super funny because of the way she says the stuff on her mind. Super honest because that entry about the Nursing Exam Retake almost made me cry. Super cool to look at - her blog design's even cooler than mine! Of course Sandy was talking about my ancient Friendster blog (which I stopped updating after I started using Blogger), but the entry made me smile nonetheless! Thanks Sandy. :') I guess the real reason I'm writing this instead of writing the concl...