IT TAKES TIME BUT FINALLY

ManGov paper done! I will edit and hunt for typo as soon as I wake up, which will be in 4 hours. Thanks, Danie Thomas.

Danie Thomas: I see the light!

Trizia Lim: It's so much brighter!

Anyways, ManGov paper is originally due at 12 noon later but the people who were in class awhile ago got an extension, their paper's due at 5pm. I cut. So, whatever, I had fun with my friends awhile ago.

John Lim: Pitbull?

Ced Carmona: OO.

Medyo malabo. Diane is the pitbull and I am the cheetah. Sorry, if I made tuklap-tuklap your sensitive balat. HA HA HA. Stop mocking! I do not talk that way.

Carlo Lopez: It takes time.

Etchos! Napainom si Ish ng Red Horse, dahil dalaga na SIYA. ULOL.

Cheerios, Papitos!

FOR THE BADETS

This is supposed to be a private video, but I decided to post it here. I look like a dumb fuck in the still photo but whatev.  No, I did not drink. I just wanted to tell you guys how much I love you! To the bone.

Majestic forever!

Etchos, Papitos.

GOLDEN

I called myself in today because I'm exhausted. It's a Trizia Day today and I spent all afternoon in bed with two movies and no shower! Ha ha! I went to Damar (after taking my first shower of the day, of course!) and visited Ama. SHE GAVE ME THESE:

The charms are sweet and so is Ama! The first one is an M&S gold charm, the golden heart charm is my favorite, and who would ever forget Joy Lim's Charms and Crystals, it has a gold accent, so why not?! The amethyst charm, well, I bought it with my money, kaya no more money! I'm super happy, I need a golden amethyst ring. Okay, Ish, you must stop now.

This is what happened yesterday. Just the four of us at Home Depot.

Cheerios, Papitos!

P.S.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CON NAVARRO!

FEELING ALIVE ALL OVER AGAIN

LIFEHOUSE ROCKED SHIT!!! YEEEE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KANDZ! BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZIA. SORRY I MISSED YOUR PARTY.

Cheerios!

P.S.

I cannot get over the groupies! RRRR!

BLUEPRINT

It's funny how life slaps you in the face. What's even funnier is that you can't slap life back. The question is, how do you get back at life? Revenge is a loathsome word, but, okay, let's use revenge. Enough about the saying with the lemons and lemonade. "Stab life, hate the world, and bid your goodbyes", this is what my friend said. So, what? The very revenge of it is that the world loses YOU? God, no. Another HURRAH for the world, not unless you contribute well to society. OR not unless you live in Africa then dying would be normal, which makes your death "not counted". So, should we just turn the other cheek or plan this revenge? 

"Go ahead and make the blueprint".

Vengeance is one thing. Karma is another. What if the reason why you get all the handpicked shit in your life is karma? I'm not going all Hindu here but think about it. It's like shopping. You buy thousands-worth of whatever and you get a freebie or a discount card. WHATEVER. You shoplift and you get the "wang-wang" and the humiliation (with the BONUS of God punishing you).

I want to be on the buying-thousands-worth-of-whatever. I don't wanna be on the "wang-wang" side. Jeez.

Just another one of my digressions from school work.

Cheerios.

P.S.

Shout out to all the visitors of my blog. Lalo na sa mga walang magawa sa mga buhay nila. Mabuhay kayo!

THE HEAD NURSE

I am currently in Damar, watching my grandmother. She's so cute when she sleeps. I was already here at 1:00 pm. I don't mind staying here. I like it here. Ama Perly has just undergone an operation, I'm just not sure if it's something major. All I know is, a great team of doctors from St. Luke's inserted a tube in her leg to monitor her heart. Yes, from her leg to her heart. Plus, they had to put a balloon because apparently, there's a block somewhere near her heart. But she is a brave woman, so she's fine. She's super fine that we're getting our nails done at 6pm. 

Allow me to babble:

I photocopied P150 worth of readings for DEV. I read 10 pages. Only, 10 pages. I have fitting later and I'm so excited. I'll be rockin' shit. HA HA HA HA. I'm on the Lazy Boy and on the verge of falling asleep.

That's it for now.

AY YAY YAY

NO, I am not gonna write about it. I will tomorrow while I take care of Ama Perly. I love you so much, get well soon, Ama!

I missed my friends. Seriously missed them. :)

Cheerios, Papitos. Bring it on.

I KNEW IT!

Ed, I just want you to know that it took me a long time to figure out how to change my homepage back to the original one. Seriously, I don't know a lot of Mac stuff, so... HA HA HA HA! Kadire! Old men! I told Diane about it and I found out that you did it to Anj also. 

NAGULAT AKO NG MALALA WHEN I SAW IT. MAY GANON PALA? KAY-TANDA NA EH!

Etchos, Papitos (Diane Ibay).

P.S.

Thanks, friends.

PALAKPAKAN

Magaling, magaling, magaling.

Cherrios, Papitos pa rin ako!

EH, PUTA KA PALA EH

Etchos!

DROWN ME

"I miss the still of the silence... Just pull me down hard"-- Come On Get Higher, Matt Nathanson

I know I shouldn't be complaining and bitching out on the MOTHERFUCKING DEV PAPER. But I am seriously this close to throwing up and passing out. AYOKO NA. Puta talaga. :'( Thanks for updating me and keeping me sane, Triccie and Danie!

I WANNA WATCHHHHH!

OOOOOH

8:38 AM

It’s a Thursday and I’m in Pearl Drive. I brought the young-but-tall ones (Franco, Zia, Ralph, and Abby) to school and I’ll be picking them up at 4:30. 8 more hours to go. Zia said she feels like she’s in Forks. And then I said, what? We’re vampires now?. Oh, me! Never mind. I was reading for DEV to help me through the hellhole of a paper I have to do. It’s due on Saturday, about 5 pages (or something) and I came up with two motherfrickin’ lines. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to write about. I have been vaguely reading about economic growth of the Philippines. Is there any? Cos I’ve been reading this book I got from a book sale called “Confronting the Third World” by Gabriel Kolko, and I didn’t find any goddamn frickin’ line about how “upgraded” our economy is. So far, all I got is, the Philippines’ economy was weak by virtue of its export dependence (Kolko, 1988). Gah! 1988??? The goddamn book was published in 1988! Whatever, I’m still using it. My fingers are totally babbling. I’m on a break from my reading. Being alone is fun, you know. I look weird when I’m alone though. I talk to myself, even in public. Okay, Anj is here. BYE.

I am soooo tired of doing nothing! DEV, DEV, DEV!

Adios, Sweet Potatoes!

ONE OF MY "THINGS TO DO"

For a friend.

The world is so fucked up because of people who do not deserve to live. NOT EVEN IN MARS! There's one person in particular who thinks highly of herself. I just don't get it. Not that I could grasp things easily but WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MONSTER THINKING?! The monster is talking shit about people because she has nothing to do. She lives in a crazy, fucked up world where people who are pretty in the real world are called ugly. AND HER? Let's just say vice versa. The sad thing is THERE ARE MANY MONSTERS WHO SUCK UP TO THE "HIGHER" VILLAINS. Say whaaaat??? The world that they live in is artificial, delusional, and egotistical.

Might as well bury yourself and go home to hell, you bad, bad monster! NAPAKA-GANDA MO.

Cheerios, Papitos!

P.S.

Hi, Pipoy! Etchos!

MAMMA MIA

Lunch with the girls and movie break with Triccie and Anj. I am not at home because studying in a far, far away land really works. OR NOT. I'm in Starbucks, Temple Drive with Badets Anj and Diane. I was getting a little bit conscious about smoking (and second-hand smoking) because there is a woman with a huge belly next to our table, she's pregnant. She smokes. HINDI BA BAWAL YUN? Anyways, I was telling Diane about what I have been telling myself time and time again and I told her about the assfuckin' FINAL DECISION.

Me: Ib (Anj was and still is busy installing her new version of Word), I told myself kanina, "Just let it go, Ish".

Diane: Nakinig naman ba yung isa mong sarili?

MUKHANG HINDI EH. PERO FINAL NA. AS IN PUSH-THE-BUTTON-ITS-YOURS FINAL NA.

Etchos!

Cherrios, Papitos!

P.S.

Nilalamok ako ng malala!

UP AND RUNNING

LITERALLY!

I've downed two motherfrickin' cups of coffee, which I made myself! I am now a certified barista of Ish's Cafe. Boo! Ethics is one heck of a roller coaster ride. I was AIM-ing Mae. Thank you for making me lose my concentration. REALLY! I'm still trying to find the oomph to study Lesson 3. NOT HELPING, not finding the right oomph. Motherfrickin' yeah, stupid assfuck.

Goodbye. I am mad as a corndog.

SPEAKING: BUHHHH-BYE

Excuse me. I am a man and I have a deep voice.

Love you muchas, Mucha-chas!

BURPPPP

I HAVE BEEN EATING ALL DAY. PERIOD.

FORCE QUIT

YES, I WANNA FORCE QUIT SOME INCIDENTS (MISTAKES) IN THE PAST.

It's funny, though. The things that I wanna erase from my memory (and from the memory of humanity, or at least those who knew about my, um, mishap) are things that did not bring about too much pain nor did it bring about joy, or whatever you happy people called "shmugs" call it. These are the "steady" things that people would do during their past time. These are the things that are easily forgotten. These are the things I want to forget and erase and force quit or ctrl+alt+delete, things that, FINE, I regret. And when I look back, I just feel like puking all that is in me. ISAMA NA YUNG BITUKA KO, YUNG EYEBALLS KO, LAHAT, PUTA.

And there are things that I never imagined going through. These are the bittersweet past (or whatever you shmugs call it) that I would always look back on. They're like sour candies. Even if it hurts to rewind, I dare myself to because it was all worth it. And silly as it may seem, I'd go through it again. Because I felt that one bit of happiness even for a milli-second. A lifetime supply of sour candies for that milli-second of, um, sweetness (or whatever you shmugs call it). You swallow the sweetness and then POOF! GONE.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I WRITING? OOOOH, I MIGHT CUT MYSELF RIGHT UP! WOAH!

I WILL THINK OF SOMETHING SUNNY-BRIGHT TO WRITE ABOUT TOMORROW! JEEZ! AND I WAS THINKING OF MAKING A VIDEO BLOG PA. SUS!

BYE.

P.S.

Hindi KASE!

THE STRAIGHT LINE

"I'm so tired of the straight line"--In the Arms of an Angel, Sarah McLachlan

People. They try so hard. That includes me. Well, duh.

What the fuck is this straight line? Perfection. It's never attainable. So let me just brood about my boring, old life and my body type (and how I get fidgety when I think about how impossible it is to finish my DEV readings). I AM FAT.

Ib told me to learn how to relax. I CAN'T!!!

"Nobody likes me. Why should they? I look like a COW."--Smallville, S01"Cravings"

Cheerios.

P.S.

Yet another senseless post.

THE PHILIPPINES

Disclaimer: These are just random thoughts and rants after reading the Philippine Star.

Doesn’t PGMA realize that we need China all the more that we had Frank storm in and out of our country leaving thousands and thousands of people devastated? On a lighter note, the government is shelling out P5M for the Frank victims. It’s not enough. I mean, what if I march down to Malacanang and say that I am Frank victim? P5M wouldn’t be enough.

Smart move, Gloria. Mayaman ka kase.

So, I was reading the newspaper (start of something new). Nothing good is ever written. According to Villar, 35 Filipinos are in death row worldwide. I say, thousands of Filipinos are in death row here in the Philippines because of poverty. I was on my way to Pearl awhile ago to read for DEV. While on traffic, another one of the many problems of our country, an old man carrying 3 wires (or what seemed like a fishing rod) to sell. I wonder if he’s going to be able to eat dinner tonight. I saw a beggar in the intersection of Ortigas (I don’t know exactly where, I’m bad with streets), I gave him P20. Kulang pa yun sa pang yosi ko, BUT I had to deviate the image I had of the old man I saw earlier. I could do this by compensation hence, the P20 bill.

This is a sad, sad, country.