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Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.

Friday, October 31, 2003

I rummaged my closet for anything that would resemble a Halloween costume and ended up with the black skirt I wore for graduation and my favorite black top from Oxygen.

It took industrialized rubber bands, a long red scarf and a couple of pins to hold my normally riotous hair in place.

Bought a black lipstick at Watson’s, and voila, instant Goth girl.

Unfortunately, they all thought I was Wednesday Addams. :(

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Few minutes later, I was knocking at the gates of my officemates’ dorm.

People really dressed up for the occasion. But I think Jas took home the first prize for effort. She wrapped herself with tissue paper, and suddenly, we have a walking mummy amidst the room.

She was also very useful later because she became the source of tissue while we were eating delicious barbeque and paitan. She also made a lot of mess as she left tissue remnants wherever she went.

Later, we crashed into Ate Che and Ate Anne’s pad to watch “Twilight Zone.” Actually, the show was just an excuse to have a quiet time with them and talk about work related concerns like our water dispenser that don’t dispense hot water. (And also, I find it ironic that I work for a broadsheet that can’t provide complimentary copies for all of their employees. Baka kasi ibenta ng por kilo eh)

I love some of my officemates. I do. It’s going to be one hell of a crying time if ever I don’t get pass the probation period.

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I’m in the special issue of the Starstudio mag. Nope, I didn’t write any article for them. I wasn’t interviewed as the freako who’d die for a glimpse of Jerry Yan. I was there because I’m an F4 fan. I’m so proud.

That photo captured all I felt the moment Ken and Vaness entered the stage—ecstatic and satisfied.

Please look and see, I’m on p52. Look for the big girl with a big smile.

I’m a fan. And the photographer recognized my zeal. Let me say again, I’m so proud.