I was indoctrinated by Barney tonight. And by Barney I mean, that freak-of-nature, genetically-modified pedophiliac purple dinosaur.

I was inside my brother-in-law's car, along with my siblings and drowsy nieces when the flat LCD panel up front started playing this Barney episode where this old guy was singing and dancing to the tune of a nursery rhyme,

Oh my God. Kill me.

It makes me wonder, why on Earth, considering loads of marketing spiels for developing children, my second oldest niece actually loves Barney. It makes me fear what Barney can possibly do to her psychology. Will Barney make her feel okay that un-purple things can actually become purple and that we should just dismiss this diparity and sing " I love you...you love me...we're a happy family..." with them? This is so alarming that I cannot even sit still as I type tonight.

Another realization for tonight: Barney actually transforms from and to a stuffed toy at will.

Jeez, talk about child-stalking, pedophilia and voyeurism. Kill Barney!

I feel extremely happy today for the mere fact that I had piles of sashimi and loads of Italian salad splattered on a single platter. It was my brother-in-law's [my second oldest sister's husband] 35th birthday, and I had to skip last tryout rounds in DebSoc to get to Manila Pavilion on time.

Realization Number 3: Riding a taxi from UP Diliman to UN Avenue wasn't really that boring [and expensive].

We ate in this really swanky resto inside Manila Pav, Four Seasons. What made the resto unique was that: they had light bulbs on the floor, as in light-emitting lightbulbs. Obviously. And the food was just, everywhere. It made me so happy that memories of my NDC tryouts were suddenly zapped out [until this moment when I actually remembered them].

And I don't want to talk about the NDC tryouts. I'm against negative thoughts. LOL.

I need to sleep already. No to getting drunk, again.