The beginning is the end is the beginning

01.01.2009

Merry much?

Hmm, I haven't touched my blog for like two months now. I missed ranting and raving here.

Merrymaker Griffin

I won't get to see Rose-girl until next year. I won't be spending the holiday season with anybody. There won't be any gimiks this time around. I only have myself, Facebook, and WOW. WTF IS THIS? Another FAIL vacation.

Scholarly?

A bit, yes. I didn't notice that I took the "three kings" of the HR faculty. Oooh and they pwned me.

ANGST

I've been thinking about a lot things during my idle time. I feel as if I need a physical outlet for this rage that I've been feeling lately, whatever you may call this. No, this ain't nerd rage mind you, it's something more. Punching the walls, kicking the trash, verbally abusing people... and a killing intent. Quackjob much? Dinnae ken. But everything seems to be fine, I'm jovial all the time. And I mean, ALL the damn time.

The little things just seem to piss me off, though I don't show it. THEY really do.

When sated.

With Rose-girl, of course!

Proactive

On the 10th of the 16th is the 24th

I've been planning to celebrate my birthday for a week now. I can't wait to see all of my friends next week! Gosh, I missed them so much! As always, we'll be drinking our asses off that night. Won't be spending for their damn food, that is. Lawl, call me a cheap ass mofo but the budget is limited! I need money for my personal interests, gallivanting, for one.

On school

Schoolwork is getting harder and harder as I approach the next term. The damn empirical studies that I hafta read are piling up, gah!

Just updating, ciao. =p

beLIEve

Everybody lies.

And that's the truth. To get away with something as a kid, you lie to your parents. To get excused from the upcoming exams, you can lie to your professor. To stay out all and to go gallivanting, do drugs, to get drunk, get laid, or whatever your poison is, you lie. It is Machiavellian to lie in order to attain something, but will it not defeat this Machiavellianism if you lie for the greater good? I've been in a couple of "relationships" filled with lies, vile lies, and more lies, but somehow those relationships worked until I acknowledged and criticized their foundations. Shouldn't relationships be based on the truth instead of these lies?

On trusting

No, I do not trust people at all that much. I trust them with the trivial things like leaving the beer on the table without them putting chili sauce on it, but not with the big things like getting this medicine for my heart problem or some shit like that. Sometimes these trust issues arise due to our differentiating values, conflicts of interest, and some factors that constitute that person's personality. People's self-interest make them hesitate to do something for somebody, even to someone really close. I believe that if I trust this person enough to give him/her something of importance he/she would only disappoint me in the end. People are so disappointing. Well, that's why I don't expect much from them either.

So please, you cunts, enough with the damn charade and show your true colors. Shed the fucking donned sheepskin garb.

Lend me your ears

Thought about a lot last night. I tried rationalizing as to why I seldom depend on my friends for something. Little pep talks about overcoming melancholic depression, and shit like that. It seems as if whenever I talk, nobody listens. I mean they really don't, they just sympathize and say "oh yeah, I feel bad for you. (insert sad face here)" Maybe that's the reason why. As for me, I try my best to listen and put myself in people's shoes, but why can't somebody... anybody listen to what I have to say? Hmm, seems unfair, doesn't it? This is why I always remind myself one Law of Power: Never put too much trust in friends, learn to use enemies. Yeah, you might say that that is oh so Machiavellian but it all depends on perception, really. Maybe I just want somebody who listens.

Emo bitch... zzz

Now that I've established that, I want to hear from you people. Whoever's reading this ADD A COMMENT! =p

Happy birthday, Rose-girl

Sometimes I drink more than I need

Yeah, I do that a lot lately. I somehow feel satisfied and relieved in being intoxicated. Every waking moment my mind starts to work as to how I will solve my current dilemmas, from the wee ones to the damn huge ones. The alcohol makes me forget them for a while, makes my mind rest. And thanks to alcohol I can sleep early. Felt awful today, I slept at around 6AM and woke up at 10AM and I was drunk the night before. Yeesh, talk about a damn headache.

Happy day

Fortunately, my little nephew, Pao and his mom went to visit from Bicol, took the plane. And oh, Rose-girl. I bought her this cute card that I saw on my way back from the mall. Yeah, getting my ass up from the bed was a tad hard; sure glad I didn't spend all day cooped up in my room. Paopao and Rose-girl definitely made my day. I'm amused at how things work out sometimes.

Your curiosity will be the death of you

We met like 3-4 years ago, in Malate. Yeah, I admit it,was attracted to her. She was like cute and aw, very intelligent (top 3 in the board exams), quirky, and the quality that made her "comfortable" around people, that made me smile. We weren't going out or anything and we didn't have the chance to, really. I was still a bit busy in testing some things. She, on the other hand was tied up with her studies. I had this one chance to have dinner with her but certain people (KATHLEEN, my sister) fucked up that opportunity of a lifetime by forcing me to go home to our house in Paranaque, else she'll leave my sorry little ass here in Malate. That made a bad impression, I think. We never talked about it ever since. Then, after a few days, dunno what came to her(if it really was her), she gave me a rose through a common friend; I don't know if it was really for me or if my friend was just messing with me, but what if it was the former? I wanna know what her motives were. I need to know, I just have to know. Hmm, what if eh?

Oh yeah, happy birthday! Looking forward to seeing you next week!

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Digital Love

I've been struggling with this awful insomnia for weeks now, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming. =D And... last night I had a dream about you, in this dream I'm dancing right beside you. And it looked like everyone was having fun, a kind of feeling I waited so long. Don't stop, come a little closer. As we jam the rhythm gets stronger. There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun. We were dancing all night long. The time is right to put my arms around you, you're feeling right, you wrap your arms around too. But suddenly I feel the shining sun, before I knew it this dream was all gone. Ooh, I don't know what to do, about this dream and you, I wish this dream comes true. Ooh, I don't know what to do, about this dream and you, we'll make this dream come true.

And LoL, we are playing the game.

Lovely Miss G

Last night was really an eye opener! Talking about things that're bothering us, about our experiences with this and that. Gosh, we have so much in common, I enjoy her company as much as she does mine, I believe. Being presumptuous, I think that we are indeed very compatible, we get along just fine. A perfect match. But there's something missing, that certain spark between two people. This situation reminds me so much of the thing that happened between Meg Ryan and Greg Kinnear in You've Got Mail.

Pretty much, it's like a book

Life, that is. There are no clean slates, you can't always start all over again. There will always be remnants of your past; there to haunt you, there to reminisce about. No matter how you try to change yourself, your past will always chase you, like your shadow. The past is a culmination of your experiences, it defines the person that you are now. What's done is done, even if you try and force yourself to deny such things, simply put, it's tantamount to lying to yourself, not accepting who you are. This is not the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, this is life. Though it may be shitty for you, but sweet for the other person, all you can do is accept it. Nevertheless, you can always change it, your future. There is no such thing as destiny, there is no such thing as fortune, you make your own fortune.

On Paper

Utilizing HR

I've learned a lot of things from the ORGABEH book, but the most important thing is about Personality. I've learned to assess people just by talking to them, small talk even. "The thing" ended abruptly, I didn't know that that was coming. Even so, as a very good HR student, I've learned to plan at once and salvage whatever it is that's left. Parting may hurt a lot but it won't stop my deadpan determination from grabbing life by its balls. It's not how hard you fall down, it's how fast you get up, and I can say is that I already got up and am already on the road. I've been thinking that this maybe the end of the 6th Chapter, but then I thought that this blog is all about my happiness, as to how I will attain it and as to how it will last; then the next chapter'll begin. This reminds me oh so much oh U2's song, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

Something old? Something new? Both.

Your timing couldn't have been any better. Got this thing on tuesday wherein I'd be with an old friend. Rose-girl. I couldn't recall why she ever gave me a rose back then, heh, hopefully I'll find out. This thing of ours would consist of a simple dinner then a night out in the gimik district of Manila to celebrate her birthday. Anthology mebbe? I'm a bit excited now. =p

Something from Milla

"I'm standing in this place, here, in this exact place where we laughed so much and the way you said my name will echo always in my brain, the way you took my hand, so sure of this if nothing else, so sure that this was something to rely on with closed eyes because I told you, told you so many times how much I love you, this place is here still, it will never change for a hundred years, but we will have disappeared to God knows which dimension, which time, which space, among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears. This exact place, I'm here! But none of that matters anymore, I see your shadow and I almost feel your face, it seems so strange that I can't just bring it back, trace your form on the walls and remind you of that time... I live among ghosts that walk around me carelessly, they speak of tenderness with their cold tongues, they entertain me daily, they sit daily with me, whispering my name just like you did and when I'm sure that this can't be, I can't have such vivid memories of things and they're just gone! If I stand here and scream till my soul catches fire, they will arrive, they must for they were here before, right here in this place where I stand now. I will wait."

Prophecy

I THINK I wrote these 6 years ago:

How did I end up here?

Things were perfect there for a while. Just us, the open road, and the deep blue sky overhead. We had such a clear sense of purpose. I felt like I was going somewhere; my movements had spirit, fire. The way you looked at me, like I was your fearless leader. I think we both knew I wasn't the one to guide, but I wanted to be, very much.

So when you weren't looking, I grabbed the map and struck off on my own. Those shortcuts you took gave me an idea. If I got to where we were going first, I could show you the way with perfect confidence. It would be a gift, like a bouquet of flowers that I had found and picked myself. And I thought I could see it too, just over the horizon: our destination.

But when I got there, it wasn't it. I hadn't found what we had been looking for at all. Somewhere I had taken a wrong turn. Even worse, when I turned around to apologise, you were nowhere to be seen. Frantically, I searched for the map, so I could find you again, but it was gone.

Now, I'm just scared. I've been wandering all over, drifting aimlessly. Floundering in liquid decisions, sinking in changing values, drifting past broken, useless signposts. What if I can't find you again? What if we were wrong, and there is no destination? Nah.

I've realized that I can't do it on my own, that I need help. I just need somewhere to ask for directions. I just need to swallow my pride and ask.

It used to be so easy. How did I end up here?

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Thinking about time

"At the time that I climb the mountain and cross the river I am there as that time. Time is not separate from me and if I am present then so too is time. Time does not wax and wane and so the time of climbing the mountain is the right now of being-time. If time does come and go you are the being of time. This is being-time. The time of climbing the mountains and crossing rivers swallows the time of resting in a vermilion palace. Presencing chews up that time and spits out this time."

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Chatting

We just finished talking on YM an hour ago and this is what I've been reduced to. Writing messages to a blank screen. Did you know that this is only the fourth time we've talked online in the months that we've known each other? Every occasion seems so full of promises that are never fulfilled. As usual, our conversation ended just as it was beginning. Why is it, that whenever the walls between us start to crumble, we are forced apart by some dangerous shut in with too much time on his hands? I love feeling that I may finally catch a true glimpse at your past; just the smallest glimmer of what made you the beautiful person that you are today, but I hate not being able to do so. Let me see over your wall. I promise I'll do everything I can not to hurt you. I just need to know that my hopes are not in vain. Give me even the slightest hint that my feelings are not just the product of wishcraft and I will be content. Hopefully one day I'll come out of our conversations with more answers than questions. Then again, these questions may be the very things which keep me in this painfully glorious state of perpetual anticipation.

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Tao

Ang tao para aso lang yan e. Pag bata ang cute! Pero pag matanda na, ang sarap sipain.

At heart

After so many years, I still believe in Communism. I've read various books and essays written by Marx and Engels, and it enlightened me to a point that shook my values, yes, including the terminal ones. Even though we are a family of Capitalists, I can't help but wonder: what if I became a catalyst for change? And what if these changes brought about by my actions made life better for the people? As of late, fate has been trying oh so hard to change the values that I hold so dear, but my will to restrain seems to prevail. Nevertheless, my resolve sometimes waver.

I've kept everything in a book, and it'll stay that way.

I never get tired of seeing, or being with you even if we see each other every day. Never do I tire listening to you, your raves and rants. Even though I seem to be your stress ball, I gladly accept that duty. I miss pinching your cheeks and holding your hands under the table. Gah! I've been missing you a lot lately. I'll look forward to seeing you in the following weeks.

That's the way it is

Looking back, I never thought that I'd be this nice. Looking back, I never thought that I'd never lose that trait which earned me that moniker that I so loved, but now lost. Though I long for those bygone days, I accept these changes.

From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

We haven't spent any time for anything that involves us for a number of days now, I think it's been two weeks. And I'm starting to worry.

Abso-fucking-lutely

I've been frequenting my friends' establishment for almost a decade now, played Starcraft, Diablo II, RO, World of Warcraft and other games. Surfed alot there, and made tambay. I know that the only constant thing in the world is change but there seems to be another thing that never changes, THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE WHO KEEP ON PLAYING THE SAME FUCKING SHITTY SONG AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. Fuck you, you fucking cunts! There's such a thing as "hiya" and noise pollution. It's fucking okay if you play the damn song twice, but twenty-fucking-something? Gah! I force myself to ignore the music, the crappy music that you fucking play but what about the other people?

Ten years from now we'll still be on top, yo I thought I told you that we won't stop

A bard. A jack of all trades. That's how I see myself in terms of music. I don't particularly like a single genre(redundant? mebbe) rather, I see it as an appreciation of their varying art.

Crab mentality

I don't know why the hell we Flips are programmed to be like crabs? I think I can apply the laws of HR here in order to explain everything. Hmm, that'd be a good thesis subject: "Why are we like crabs? And should we put ourselves in a jar" Taba ng talangka. *YUM!*

Fade to black

Illidan down!

After more than a year of playing World of Warcraft, I finally did it! With the help of 24 other people, that is. A sweet victory. But what are we to do next? Eeeh, I still have like 3 moar months left on this account; should I play a new character or should I just leave it as it is? It's not that I don't wanna play WOW anymoar, I still do, but every week its the same shit. Eeeh, can I now set my eyes in Kil'jaeden? That'd be a longshot. All I wanted to do was kill Illidan. Now, his words are echoing in my mind: "What is the hunter without the hunted?"

TUBOL 2008

Shit, poo, feces, tae. It's everywhere.

Everywhere you look in our fair city, you can spot a slosh and a dab of shit. From cat droppings, to dog poo, to human dung, its fucking everywhere. That is the reason as to why I don't keep my head up, I ALWAYS keep my head down when walking the streets. It'd be oh so fucking gross if I stepped on human poo, the wet one. It'd go *squish* eeeeyuch. Imagine stepping on one. Makes me wanna fucking puke. And why do these homeless people prefer to take a dump in the middle of the sidewalk? Then can like shit on a dark corner or something. Like dugs I tell ya, like damn dugs. Fucking O!

Reliquary of Souls, the toy...

I have this new toy which I bought like 2 weeks ago. Never really bothered playing with it up until monday, this week. A Professor Cube, or a 5x5 Rubik's Cube. Never really researched the algorithms to complete it, just got some tips off the net to as to how to solve it. And after like 4 hours of complete concentration, I finally got it! I can solve a 3x3 for about a minute and thirty, yeah that's a fucking long time to solve it for you nerdy cunts out there but hey, I got a life. Lololololololol. AS for the Professor Cube, I solved it for like moar than 5 minutes. Ain't that hard.

Anyway, gotta go now. Ta.

Sometimes

I love the way that I connect with friends and acquaintances using my phone; chatting the night away or just saying a simple hello can brighten up anybody's day... 'cept when I recieve those fucking "sometimes quotes!" Fucktards tend to send, now that rhymes, quotes that start with fucking sometimes, and I can't help but be sick of it. L2USE other words, you cunts. I've got like twenty out of a hunnerd quotes wif sometimes as the first word. A pet peeve of mine...

On DVDs

I've got this portable DVD player, it just appeared outta nowhere. Reckon dad bought it and just didnae say anything 'boot it. I've been watching a lot of movies lately, going to sleep at around 5AM sometimes. Am kinda hard of hearing so I often use subtitles. Damn these pirates for NOT being able to put the correct subtitles. And these VERSUS stuff in front of the DVD. Why does it hafta be VERSUS? I appreciate them for "handpicking" 12 Jet Li and 12 Bruce Lee movies, but does the title REALLT hafta say VERSUS? If it weren't for your cheap ass prices I wouldn't buy your merchandise. But PLEASE, where's the fucking fight scene between Bruce Lee and Jet Li? Fucking VERSUS. L2USE the proper words.

Rain rain go away, come again another day

I usually like it when it rains, but today is another story... My fucking room almost got flooded while I was taking a looong bath. Good thing Tony went upstairs to check on something, thanks Tony! Special thanks to Boy, too. Some pals 'n Gals and a few crossword puzzles got wet, but that's okay, they'll dry up eventually.

On mobile blogging

This is the first time that I blogged in a coffee shop. I don't usually do this but I got nothing to do and I'm not feeling up to playing WOW at the moment. That sounds a bit redundant. I'm waiting for Bernice to come and save me from boredom.

Blame it on the rain

The rain, it brings to much grief to a lot of people. It floods the streets of Manila, it makes commuting oh so fucking hard, it gives you a cold(the rain lowers your bodys defenses, from what I heard, thus you become more susceptible to colds and other stuff). I'm hoping that the government would fix the damned sewage/drainage system, those fucking 'tards, hoarding all the money an aw. And OMFG, those puddles! I can play splash splash (splash splash is a thing my barkada used to do when there's a puddle, they'd jump on the puddle and the water'd splash your fucking pants with dirty water, ergo the term splash splash) with 20 fucking people. I recall when I dropped some food over at Ber's place, fucking Taft Avenue was flooded, and it was almost up to my knee. Being that I'm almost 6'0 ft. high, imagine how high the water would've been for other people.

I'm always pissed off when my feet gets wet with dirty water, but duty calls! Fucking water, with dead rat juice + guts, dead cat juice + guts, dead rat shit, dead cat shit, human piss, human shit, spit, grime, shit, piss, spat, phlegm, FAAAHKING YUCK! Now I won't be able to drink my coffee! Damn you! Damn you to hell you fucking 'tards! L2FIX the streets! Anyhoo, the only good thing about this is that I don't get pissed off with the hot and humid weather. Not even a bead of sweat'll drop from my forehead down to my cheek, and that makes me come up with a strained smile.

Ugh, with this acid rain. It feels like the angels are mad at us for fucking up with the earth. When I was a kid, I used to enjoy the rain by bathing in it. Now, it seems as if the angels are pissed off at us and they are pissing on us. The POLLUTION! That's what it is!

Speaking of pissing

I want to piss at the washroom but i don't wanna pack up and leave the laptop here. Somebody might steal it right under the noses of the baristas. I wish Coffee Bean'd build a washroom in their premises.

Well, gotta run. Ta.

High School Never Ends

Always longed to be back in high school. It was a very good experience for me, meeting my life long best friends and being caught up in those adolescent moments that you can never eeeeever forget. High school greatly shaped the man that I am now. What I'm missing about high school is the carefree moments wherein you don't give a damn about the world. All your problems were just a laugh away. We fucking drank and smoke our asses off back in those days. I hung around with everybody, the geeks, the cool kids, the uptight cunts, the chicks, everybody I tell ya. Now, I'm missing those and wondering as to where they are now. A HS reunion would be a good call.

Random: Adobo > Nilaga

Gallivanting!

That's what the genius, Ramon dela Paz, told Jimmy Boy a few years back when he found him in Malate with another chick. Nevertheless, I know that it's a bit nakakasawa(I forgot the term!) for somebody to eat adobo everyday, but is eating nilaga or even tahong(I find this very demeaning for women) once in a while worth it? Dinnae ken, but fer me, I'm content with my adobo, mapa lutong bahay o lutong labas pa. I love yah even if you don't read my blog! Pakiss nga *tsup!*

The paper

Last night, I checked out various blogs and it struck me that my blog lacks some appealing factors such as color, format, different scripts that make it look complicated, but I love it. Pero I replaced my chatbox with a new one and a human calendar! Now, ain't that cool? =p

The weather

I only like sunny days when I'm inside and in front of the air conditioning unit. I love the rain when it doesn't ruin my shoes(and I fucking love my shoes.) Sala sa init, sala sa lamig(palagi akong nasa sala.) NO PUN INTENDED! I don't like it when a bead of sweat appears on my forehead and slowly trickles down my face. I don't like it when my shoes gets squishy and I splash splash around the puddles while walking Pedro Gil. Ugh, the weather. I wish that this was Baguio so that my balls would be moar compressed.

Speaking of Baguio...

Baguio is the new Makati folks, in 20 or so years, that is. The whole Metro will be flooded due to Global Warming. To hell with high rise buildings in Manila, QC, Pasig, or wherever! I'm planning to buy a house there someday. Seesh, carbon emissions. I wish that they'd put an end it. I'll gladly give up smoking if it'd help the world be a better place for the generations to come...(quit smoking my ass!)

On Archimonde

I don't usually blog about my escapades in World of Warcraft but fucking Archimonde has been pawning our asses for the last month and I can't help but wonder: are the raid members just stupid or are they just stupid? It's a fucking easy fight and they can't stop dieing(L2SPELLCORECTLLY daft wee cunts) from Doomfire. If you're playing WOW, maybe you can understand my plight. Also, damn you Shadowhorne, Pelennor, Reconz for being fucking cunts. You didn't fucking help BG2 in the least bit, fucking wankers. Go fuck yourselves, have a threesome in some cheap motel and DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE! DIAFF! Gah! Rageemoquit!

Parentheses (however necessary) is irrelevant.

Thinking aloud

Entertaining the thought...

Recently, I had this train of thought: "what if I finished school at OB?" Different set of friends, different attitude, different life... everything'd be different. Nar, I don't want my life to change right now, I'm already ALMOST content with what I have, but still, I dunno why I keep entertaining the thought. Maybe because the thought of being a full blooded Montessorian appeals to me in a different kind of light. Maybe I'd be more mayabang, more matapobre, more of an asshole. I don't know if my vices would've surfaced, I don't know if the things that I like would still be the things that'd amuse me. Still...

On wit

Am I not witty? Had a convo wherein I'm beginning to doubt my wit. Maybe because I confused my assholic charms with wit. I don't know fo sho but it seems thatta way. But see, I THINK that I am witty whenever I get intoxicated or whenever I enjoy the conversation that I'm in. Is it a sigh maybe that I don't get too much involved in everyday conversations? Maybe I'm choosy about these things, that I don't want to waste my saliva and exerting effort on my jaw muscles on talking about this guy's day or maybe hearing about this gal's problems. Or maybe I'm in the reasoning stage wherein I am justifying everything, defending my so-called wit? Maybe I should see myself in the third person and talk about Edward in that personal point of view.

I always forget to justify my compositions, now I didn't.

Ta!

Eew de toilet

There is something wrong with the local transportation system here in Manila, particularly the LRT. It's not about the air conditioning system, or the queue jumpers, or even the capacity of the trains... it's about the B.O. policy. There are a lot of fucking people who cannot care less about their appearance, much less their own stench. It infiltrates the nostrils like the US troops to Iraq. I think smelly people must have a low sense of self-monitoring (hasty generalization.) Pero PLEASE NAMAN! Learn to use deodorants, wash your smelly pits once in a while, mas lalo na yung mga buhok nyo! Learn to use shampoo, PLEASE! The LRT authorities should do something about this, also the country.

If I ruled the world, imagine that...

If I was the president of the country, I'd impose a policy wherein EVERYBODY must bathe at least once a day and use deodorants. Merit, tax deductions mebbe, will be given to the people who use colognes, even the cheap ones that you see sidewalk vendors sell. For gosh's sake, are we not civilized people wherein we ignore our hygiene? Were you cunts not taught in grade school to bathe or instilled by your parents, which they should really do.

Public bath houses

No, I wouldn't build bath houses for the sake of the people,. There are many manyakises around. There are men raping women, women raping men, women raping women (yum!) and men raping men (yuck) These would only serve as a catalyst for chaos. An instigator, if you will.

Anyway, you folks out there, remember to bathe as often as your schedule allows you to. If your pit smells like rotten aloe vera, fucking please refrain from holding on the support rails of the train. Wash your hair too so that tall guys like me wont be able to smell your fucking anits. Kingina, signing off. Good night Seattle!

Ikabod Bubwit

Spent the weekend at Marikina and eating a lot of food while we were there. I moved my cheat day to saturday since we planned to eat at Yellow Cab. I suggested that we instead call Jugno's and order their pizza monstrosity, but ma cherie wanted a New Yorker. Couldn't do much since she's the one who spent for it.

When we got hame, we unpacked our things and headed up to my room, it was cool and comfy, save for the pests that constantly annoy your peripheral vision, moths and other insects that I can't determine as to what kind they are, no roaches, thank God!

Just got home a coupla hours ago, but instead of resting at our respective residences, we decided to watch a movie, Alone. Now you can't watch that movie alone, no pun intended, you need to have someone beside you to share the "fear" as they call it.

Nakakaliit nga ng tiyan ang jogging, nakakalaki naman ng butas ng ilong. -Nonoy Marcelo

I have the body of a god... Buddha!

This diet is killing me. I haven't eaten rice for like 3 days now and whenever I see people in the mall or in Tropicana eating... gaaahk. I can only look forward on sundays wherein I can eat anything and everything I want. Something to look forward to; something to wind up my spring on my rest day. I'm not that fond of salads anymoar, unlike before.

Reading.

I've been reading a lot lately. Finished like 3 books in just a week, a trilogy boot Warcraft and aw. Been thinking also of going to Marquina on the weekend and drink all night at Libis, even though we cannae say that Libis is not that much enjoyable as before, well, beggars can't be choosers.

Marquina

Visited the Cañedo hame in Marikina two days ago. Gawd, it felt good to be back. Seeing old and familiar faces brightened up my stay there. And there's nothing like good hame cooked food. I usually go there when there's an occassion, like if it's my uncle's birthday or something. Learned that Andrea was already there, my youngest cousin, tito Ferdie's daughter. That cute wee bairn. Paulo, as usual had one of his girlfriends over, ah, Prime astonishes me with his charm. Dinnae ken how he gets those chicks. He calls 'em his only vice, LAWL, bullshit Pau. =p

Kwarto...

Going to mah room, I think that it badly needs a new air conditioning unit. Yeah, you dun need some kinda fan at night, but when the sun shines, it doesnae only shine, it burns. Damn the heat...

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" -Wesley Snipes, Demolition Man

Tech Deck

I bought this new toy, it's called the Tech Deck! Now, now, I know that it's been roond fer like years now, but I just recently discovered it! Like they say, idle hands is fer the devil, but not my hands! While I have mah Tech Deck, this aint fer teh devil. I even learned a new trick, teh "shove it." =p Anyway, gotta learn moar tricks, MOAR!

Ciao.

Script

Tyrande: You risked your life for me, I don't understand.

Illidan: Whatever I may be, whatever I may become in this world, know that I will always look out for you, Tyrande.

Indeed.

The search is over

Six years. Took me that long to find these pills. I looked everywhere for an S2PTR who'd consent, and now, DAMN! FINALLY! These skirmishes of mine to the slums will finally be put to an end. Everywhere I'd go, every time I feel like it, I can drop it. Illegal my ass, I've got a prescription cunt! Anyhoo, gotta go sleep now. G'mawnin.

Jason Voorhees

He lives and it's friday the thirteenth! I grew up watching horror flicks like these in the province with mah popcorn an aw. Though I remember vividly what the cryptkeeper's features are, I remember his/her stories very well. I had no way of determining its gender because of its voice. =p The Leprechaun! Now he's one character that you gotta love. I admire his spunk and his rebellious attitude, lawl. Thought that there was goAld at the end of teh rainbow? Engk! Wrong! Death awaits. He's one daft wee cunt, all the Leprechaun fans would attest to that.

Prepping up fer painting the town red.

Waiting fer mah gambling buddy to come. After that planning to drink the night away at Makati. The damn Lakers lost, mebbe because of the date? Never believed in that shit though. External Locus of Control mah yellow ass. Please dun let the intimidating tita be on mah table again else I'd lose again. Haiz, anyway gotta go.

Sayonara.

Independence Day

Thanks for your POV, now I know that I somewhat depend on persons and things to keep me going. I depend on my pills too much to keep me awake, I depend on em to get me to sleep. I depend on my pals to keep me alive, socially, that is, and I depend on them to complete my day. Come to think of it, I never was an island ever since that day, you know... that "day." Thanks fer everything, pals and pills.

"I'm all through as a human being. All you're looking at is the lingering memory of what I used to be. The most important part of me, what used to be inside, died, and I'm just functioning by rote memory."

You know, when the excitement is gone, how can you be motivated to do something? I've done almost all of the things that a boy could do in life, been there, done that. What more should I look forward to then? World weary, indeed. Everything is bland to me; I sometimes imagine that everything is in black and white, there's no color to anything anymore.

But everything'll work itself out, eventually. I've already prepared for this, everything will fall into place in time, and time is the only factor that I cannae manipulate. I'm just hoping that this waiting game doesn't kill me first.

C'est la vie!

Preoccupied

Been preoccupied with drinking for teh past week, all these vices an aw, gambling and such. Been drunk on friday, saturday, sunday, yesterday. Seeesh. A friend o'mine had this party at her bar, gosh, the beautiful people, they were like exuberantly overflowing, pardon the redundancy. =p Fancied meeting Milan there... thanks for the pep talk eh.

Pera, kwarta, dinero, money, SALAPI.

I dunno what to do with my money. Even though the fucking cocktails, alcohol, the goddamn gambling runs... haiz, better save up for mah birthday. Every fucking day, I celebrate. I'm running outta ideas on how to party on the 16th of October. Oh wait, I hafta organize something too on the fourth of July. Haiz, eleven years, haven't missed a single beat... well, kantotinkofit I did pala, like three years ago.

Anyway, ciao.

Moments in our lives

Drinking with a few old friends, feeling the breeze on my face, and gallivanting the night away. Small but very meaningful moments. Haven't seen the gang fer like five months now, and I missed 'em. I can't seem to recall the last time I barhopped in Makati, catching a few glimpses of the people roond, searching fer old faces, old acquaintances. Living like a kid again, damn. After chilling at this joint near Rockwell, we decided to head hame. God, how I missed the expressway. The wind on mah face, a feeling that I thought I'd never miss, but apparently, I did.

Met this chick, Rica, was her name. Got the face of an angel. And when she moved, the way she glided across the room. And dun start with the body, fahk! Sexier than fahk! F-A-H-K! Her sweet scent, oh it makes me feel... er, L... LIVELY. Yes, lively. =p

Planned on catching up with the gang tomorrow, at TN's place. It's her birthday "Y'ALL." Watching the carbs lately, so I wun be eating her special CARBonara. NO PUN WAS INTENDED. All this drama and stress is catching up on me, though I keep ignoring it, I'd eventually need some people to talk to about it. Though we may've not seen each other fer almost half a year nao, friendships like these seem to last. Am thankful fer that.

Simple things amuse complex minded people, and I believe that I am a very complex person. Things like these, I cherish. I adore. Ava adore baby. But the big things? Not as much as these. Though I may over analyze things, I tend to simplify em. Turning something hard to grasp into something that's easy to comprehend, I believe, is a talent that I possess.

Wish everything was as simple as 1, 2, and 3. Nevertheless, it's all about how you see things. Perception then comes in.

Jagged little pills.

Recently, I've been unable to sleep at night. I tend to sleep at around 5-7 in the morning. I need to cure masel. So instead of forcing masel to sleep, I drug masel to sleep. Ordered like thirty or so Vs. Also, I think that I'm getting far too dependent on these blue soft gel capsules that mah sister gave me. Whatchamacallit? I fergot.

Life goes on, Mr. Reyes.

I feel for you, Bok. Kapatid na ang turing ko sayo, parang nawalan din ako. My deepest condolences. May she rest with the angels and hang out with your pop. We'll see them when we get there. If we ever get there, that is.

Save a place for me.(That is one good tattoo, Miguel)

On life + gambling and alts

An old (sorry Brad, I really needed to include that =p) friend, shared this with me: "life is a lot like poker, sometimes you must learn to fold or go all in." I've thought about that throughout the day and it made a lot of sense. Yeah, I think a lot of people can relate with that, I for one can. I've been raising the stakes recently in this round. Have also gone all in previous games, but the thing is I never folded. The stakes were high back then, I never thought that I'd lose, but that's life, it fucks you up.

This round, I'm winning, but I don't really know how much this streak will last. If this keeps up, I can laugh my way t0 the bank BUT if I lose... LAWL there's nothing to lose, bitch. I'll still laugh my way to the bank!

On Jekyll and Hyde...

Too much time has been spent on playing the former, it's time to play the latter again. So this is how a villain feels, and I fucking missed it. But in this theatric, we don't know what the script is like, and how its supposed to end. If so, then I'd rather play the part that I know oh so very well.

Don't you know eleven years is a long time, to freeze a heart, eleven years is long enough to make a boy insane.

It's been eleven fucking years since the thing at Charles' Creek. Damnit, I never learned to let go of what happened that night. You changed me, you changed me into this. Dinnae ken if I should thank you for that or hate you for it. I'm a bit unsure what to do if I saw you again. The last time we met was like when? Five years ago, was it? Roond the corner to mah place. You still had me jittery, you always excited me. Emo bitch.

Anyway, enough boot you. I've been thinking lately that the 48 Laws of Power can be correlated with the topics in Organizational Behavior. Take for example the law wherein you should reinvent yourself, I think that the eleventh or twelfth chapter of the book(Organizational Behavior) talks about change too. I dunno if this is just a coincidence or did Greene take some of the laws from the book? Hmmm...

Anyway, thinking of getting masel a 5x5 Rubik's or getting mah eyebrow pierced. Both of em cost the same. Oh fuck, wait, I forgot. I'm rich, I can afford both, LAWL.

Ciao.

Paalam Sampaguita

Paalam Sampaguita, bakit ka lalayo pa?

Everybody's leaving the Philippines nowadays. Everybody's dreaming to find their fortune in foreign countries, believing that they'll have a better chance at making it big there. The brain drain is killing the country, cannae they see eh? People that are and were dear to mah heart has left, and this stubborn heart misses em all. Enough! No time for idle emo talk!

Have done nothing productive today, slept again fer like 12 hours. Looking forward to what things might be in store fer me tomorrow. Oh, and grats to Baban fer being the HRMS president, what's in store fer the org this year eh?

Lace, you're in teh land down undah! Bring me a didgeridoo eh? The big one. Imma pay fer it. Dun eat vegemite, it'll turn yer stomach upside down.

Ciao.

Made of ticky tacky

Everything I see, everybody I meet it seems is made of ticky tacky. It bores me a lot to see people dressed almost in the same way, this shoddy uniformity is making me sick. For the untrained eye, it may seem that the people on the streets may not look alike, but if you give 'em a closer inspection then compare and contrast with the other people, you'll find a lot of things that're alike. This discernment troubles me, I can't seem to place or identify masel within these groups for I beLIEve that I am somewhat a jack. Something of a bard, in terms of D&D. This common attribute from the cunts I see disturbs me...

Moving on...

I've been aching to drink tonight and this thirst is killing meh. Dinnae ken where the guys are, haven't sent an SMS all day. Damnit, I dun wanna drink all by masel. Mebbe I should go visit teh gang at teh usual hideout eh? But I might spend too much again. Wonder if C is there to brighten up mah night. Not even feeling sleepy tonight, slept fer like 12 hours straight. Good thing that it's a weekend, a good time fer socializing, gallivanting, and whatnot. I'll still be able to catch up on whoever's there at the hotspot.

BB.

Greedisgood

Greed. GANID in Tageylowg.

Lately, I've been frequenting the various gambling establishments here in teh Metro, and fuck, there's no greater feeling that winning it big. Playing one armed bandits were never my style before, but now, OMG the colors, the sounds, the ka-ching! Nothing but music to mah ears.

Gambling is a lot like the crisps, Pringles. Once you pop, ya cannae stop... nevertheless, you must learn to. Discipline plays a big role in gambling. You hafta accept the fact that once you lose, you lose. Additional bets is tantamount to more losses. I didnae learn that the hard way, I learned that by watching other players. They get so engrossed in the game that they dun notice that they're getting fucked up by the establishment. My biggest fuck up was only like 4 figures, nothing more.

On to the finer things in life...

I've also been pampering masel lately, being the ex maarte(but not metro) me. What I'd love to do now is to shop fer a lot of clothes, after I burn these love handles, that is.

Anyway, ciao!

What are we but slaves to this torment?

Haven't logged in mah YM fer ages nao.

Was lookin forward to seeing Check today, unfortunately something came up.

RANTING RANTING RANTING.

BORING BORING BORING.

Mebbe there'll be something new later eh?

2 months

How long has it been eh? Two faaahking months! I missed you my dear dear blog. And a lot of fucking things happened while I was away, why did I ever forsake you? Emo bitch.

Well, for starters, I changed my hairstyle. I shaved mah head, like a wee baby boy.

Damnit, it's hot in here.

I need to revive mah social life I think, haven't seen the gang for quite a while now. Been busy with a coupla dorky stuff that I used to resent but now oh so love. Haven't downed a few ales since last week with Milan and Trixie. Haiz, so much has happened but I cannae seem to tell ya everything, time constraints.

Telepono...

Last week opened mah eyes, mah heart and mah soul. I'm a rocker.

Burnout... Kwarto...

Need I explain more?

Mariposa...

Thinking boot mah black fairy, been keeping tabs on her lately.

Tulog na...

Sugarfree, them thar songs reflect em all.

Taskbar

Malate, it seemed so desolate this week. More than a hunnerd students who used to crowd her streets seemed to have vanished away into nothingness. BAKASYON KASI!

There's nothing to do. Everyday seemed like a sunday, and on sundays I dun wind up mah spring. Thanking the Higher Power(s) for World of Warcraft. Kept me busy as a bee fer like 4 days now. Addictive, it is. Very.

Come summer, I promised the patriarch that I'd be handling the business. I feel like managing already and applying everything that I've learned so far, not the Machiavellian stuff, mind you. It's time to don the beard and take it by the reins. It's time to strike whilst the iron is hotttt...

Speaking of hot...

I've been plannin fer like a coupla months now, wanted BADLY to go on a fookin diet so that the summer and I'd be hot. Hot indeed, hot in here.

On prOn...

Just finished downloading 60MB worth of MP, and that's a good thing seeing that I dun usually get a lot of prOn these days. I'll be getting a new phone come monday. A 6110 navigator, hayop sa chicks yun pag nakasakay sa oto!

Edward: "Find Sogo Motel"
6110 Navigator: "Turn left at the next intersection 60 meters from here..."

Hayop noh! =p

Anyway, I'll be seeing you. 'Til then, I'm off to Neverneverneverland!

Don't know why I bother to...

Don't know why I bother to fecth you at school. Don't know why I bother to spend my time with you. Don't know why I bother to shop for pretty little dresses. Don't know why I bother to buy you cheap little things that'd hopefully make you smile. Don't know why I bother to ditch my friends and spend lazy nights with you. Don't know why I bother to cut class just to have dinner with you. Don't know why I bother to sing sickening " love songs" in the shower. Don't know why I bother to stay up all night just to watch you sleep. Don't know why I bother to force myself to be awake so that I know what time you came home from your gimiks. Don't know why I bother to write things like this hoping that you'd read it.

I REALLY REALLY don't know why I bother to!

Ah fuck.

Donning the beard

Been thinking about taking over the family business recently. I feel like it's my time to shine and make some money for masel, even if it taking over is tantamount to being the patriarch, the breadwinner. I think I'll be a good businessman/manager, learned a lot from school aboot managing people and stuff. Yeah, school, it is indeed useful. Nevertheless, I still haven't found an application for the binomial and trinomial formula in life. =p

On friends.

Had a coupla drinks with Jac and Khai last night, at Anthology. Haven't seen 'em fer quite a while; been like two months. Updated ourselves 'boot our lives an aw.

Sent an SMS to Gino a while ago asking him to bring my Rubik's Cube when we hook up later. Called me up and told me that they were in Bora, didn't know that they were there. Never liked the beach anyway. I like cold places like Baguio, Tagaytay. Never liked the sun, only on special occassions.

About DABDA.

How does a person know when he/she's in one of the stages of loss? A person has many defense mechanisms like rationalization, displacement and such; that can mislead a person trying to deduce the state that he/she is in. You can relate rationalization with denial, anger with displacement, etcetera etcetera etcetera ellipsis. Haaay, you beautiful mind, when will you ever stop?

Complicated simplification.

The process in which I try to simplify something, problems and such is complicated. Very. A coupla friends told me that when I give suggestion-solutions to problems, the solutions seem to be simple enough. I never realized that though. Before giving any solutions I ponder upon the problem with my biggest sex organ and analyze and analyze and analyze, imagining how it will work. I play the thought over and over. Then I give a simple answer. Why complicate something when it can be simplified? That's what the mathematicians did in Algebra, right? Simplifying the complicated answer, if so, then why not simplify these problems? Hmm, is this the link between the binomial formula and the real world? Can I apply it now? =p

Expand:

(a+b)^n
= ( a + b ) ^ n
= ( a + b ) ^ n
= ( a + b ) ^ n

Or something like that, saw this somewhere in my huge cache of mail messages. =p

Easy does it

Balancing everything. You gotta know when to stop eh? Too much of something is bad... I think that that's what the Spice Girls said back when they were still yummy. Posh Spice still is IMHO.

I'm going on a diet again. this time it's fer real. Time to lose weight so the summer and I will be more likeable, both in unison, and not to mention both hot. Weh! =p

It's the little things that drives me crazy. Just the little things.

The Scientist

Rationalizing everything again. Trying to find out why and what happened. Why'd it turn out like this eh?Not being emo, mind you, I'm just reminiscing. Not sad, not happy either... mebbe I'm somewhere in between.

A guildie from WOW asked me teh other day if I was always happy... my answer? I make it a point to be happy, everyday. Dun let things get into ma head, but you'll come to a point where you stop and think about what's happening.

Happy go lucky, that's what my grampa always said. Am I? I dun wanna get scientific or INDIBEHic/ORGABEHic tonight. I dun wanna find out why. Am I scared? Hell no. Er, mebbe. More concerned as to what everything'll turn out than scared, that is.

Only fools rush in. I know that that's a song by Elvis, but I heard somebody say it on teh radio. I guess it was the radio. Or was it? NVM, yeah only fools rush in.

Oh let's go back to the start.

Back from outer space

How long has it been? Sorry I neglected you my precious blog. Been so busy with school, life and WOW.

Dues. Time to pay motherfucker! Yes, indeed.

It's time to slow down too, been living in the fast lane. Time to slow down like a tartol.

Rants rants rants.

Not in the mood to write long stuff today, was just in the mood to blog something.

The Return of the King

Finally, the King has come back to Malate... BABY!

Been so long since the guys doon Sooth went there. Drinking, gambling and drugging teh night away. Of course, the King was teh thriteenth wheel, but this thirteenth wheel enjoyed more, I assure ya.

From Edward Griffin Cañedo Chua to Illidan Stormrage.

I've decided to change my name to Illidan Stormrage. It has a ring to it eh? Teh only problem with it is when I spawn my mortal progenies.

Commandant: "As you were."

It's all about playing your cards right.

Since everything is temporary, people shouldn't get too emotionally attached to things else they might think of the pang of loss too much when they lose that something that they hold dear. Indeed, people can't help doing so, but I reckon that this is essential in order for them to deal with DABDA more efficiently. Efficiency = productivity; productivity = happiness... yes, productive people are happy people, not the other way around.

Everything can be explained by science.

There are a lot of things that we question in our lives, I've had more that my fill too. If you're looking for answers, well, science can explain it. Two things: either you ignore these questions you answer them. I, for one, chose the latter during my non-alexithymic days. Although, after a while, you get tired of looking for 'em, the answers, that is, and the former'd be more appealing. Yeah, not a care in the world.

The Internal Locus of Control = happy days.

If a person possessed the Internal Locus of Control, and is aware of it, I believe that he'd/she'd lead a far less miserable life. Since you believe that you control your destiny, you wouldn't be blaming the weather, your misfortune, the stars, the black cat, etc. for the things that made your day/life pretty shitty. Instead, you'd only blame yourself, for being the fuck up that you are, recognize your weakness, and do something about it.

Kupal kasi yung T-Rex eh

If Little Foot's mom didn't die, dinnae ken if I'd turn out like this. GALLIVANTING!

On my new martini glass.

Planning to drink teh night away with Opi. =D

Only human

Succumbing to something that defies the guiding principles.

Human beings are not perfect. We were meant to make mistakes and learn from them.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

Is the heart an integral part in deciding something big? If no, then why do we feel the heartbeats more than the headaches?

I, for one, chose to have a better brain. It's supposed to feel better, I'm supposed to be happier that way. If so, then why, pray tell, does following this fist-sized organ makes me feel exuberantly jubilant, eh? Yeah, I'm happy as hell when I use this beautiful mind, but why am I happier when I use this heart? I don't know if I'm gonna get myself in deeper shit than before, but fuck that, this feels great!

If this is the way to go then I'm gonna use all the things that I've learned from my previous experiences, including the ones imparted by Robert Greene.

Argument: Why change when change only brings about problems?

Now that's one of the stupidest things I've heard.

Rebuttal: What does not kill you makes you stronger.

There's no need to explain, use your deductive reasoning to figure out as to why my rebuttal was like that. Hint: a simple syllogism.

Although I possess the Internal Locus of Control, I can't figure out the things that brought me here. Fate maybe? Nah, this is all the small decisions adding up to something big... thinking twice.

OMFG, am I doubting myself? I've always been adamant about everything that concerns me.

Time is of the essence. Instead of wasting time wondering about what brought me here, I'm gonna plan ahead instead. Did that just rhyme? Anyway, although I can't help myself if I get emotionally attached (I'm supposed to have alexithymia after the long road outta hell,) I'm gonna save a lot more for me this time if everything turns into shit, which eventually happens.

Yes people, everything turns into shit. When you die, you get to become worm dung after a coupla months. After the earth gets sucked up by a black hole, it'll become black hole dung after a 12-hour period.

No more fuck-ups this time. The world revolves around me and my positivity.

One last cigarette before I tuck my silly ass to bed...

Thinking about:
I'm gonna download some casino games.
I'm gonna watch Weeds later.
I'll be eating a quartet of Chocnuts in a bit.
Drink some water.

Hayayayayay, the hunt begins anew.

Iskul Bukol

Been to school only once this week. Too lazy to get up from teh bed. School bores the hell outta me, now that I've finished INDIBEH. ORGABEH doesn't challenge me as much as its prereq did. I hope Ms. Esleta was teaching ORGABEH.

Been watching Weeds for the past few days. Inspired me to bring some on my trip to bundok next week. =D I'm really not that into downers, but hell, why not give it another shot eh? Reckon I won't be addicted to it though, unlike...

Seems as if I didn't wind up my spring this week, hopefully the weekend will be more exciting than the last. The Fort mebbe?

Bought Barry's book, Peter Pan, a while ago. Planning to read it on sunday.

WILL wind up my spring fer tonight. =D

We used to call things like these templates... surveys, they are.

1* Do you like cheese?
Cheese is good with wine.

2* Have you ever smoked heroin?
From what I recall, heroin gets injected in the vein, not smoked.

3* Do you own a gun?
Yes. Want to see my anti-president gun?

4* Your favorite song?
Glamorous. =D

5* Do you get nervous before doctorappointments?
Nope.

6* What do you think of hotdogs?
Masarap!

7* Favorite Christmas song?
Silent Night. =p

8* What do you prefer to drink in themorning.
Water.

9* Can you do push ups?
Of course! Di ako lampa!

10* Favorite superhero?
Dun like super heroes. Gotta love Lex Luther!

11* What's your favorite piece ofjewelry?
Wala na ngayon.

12* Favorite hobby?
Blogging!

13* Secret weapon to get the oppositesex?
Secreeet! GALLIVANTING! =D

14* Do you have A.D.D.?
If I did then I shouldn't have been "diseased." =p

15* What one trait do you hate aboutyourself?
The second trait inherited.

16* Middle Name?
Cañedo.

17* Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.
When should I start playing WOW again?
Should I buy masel a pack of Chocnut?
Ooh, I dunno what to do about this dream and you.

18* Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
Marlboro Reds, Chocnut, Jungle Juice.

19* Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
Water, Coffee, Coke Light.

20* Current worry right now?
No worries.

21* Current hate?
Cannae hate Peter Pan. =D

22* Favorite place?
Taguig!

23* How did you bring in the New Year?
Words cannae describe teh New Year!

24* Where would you like to go?
Neverneverneverland!

25* Name three people who willcomplete this and return?
Dinnae ken. Bryan prolly, if I posted this in Friendster. =p

26* Do you own flip flops?
Yeah! ISLANDER!

27* What shirt are you wearing?
Red and yellow stripes.

28* Do you like sleeping on satinsheets?
Oooh, satin! Who doesn't eh?

29* Can you whistle?
Yep.

30* Favorite color/s?
Green.

31* Would you like to be a pirate?
Yarr!

32* What songs do you sing in theshower room?
Digital Love.

33* Favorite girl's name?
Aubrey.

34* Favorite boy's name?
EDWARD! Ano pa ba?

35* What's in your pocket right now?
Yosi, pera.

36* Last thing that made you laugh?
WANGKEY!

37* Best bed sheets as a child?
Didn't care.

39* Do you love where you live?
Yep, in the heart of the city!

40* How many computers do you have inyour house?
Wa.

41* Who is your loudest friend?
Bellamy!

42* How many dogs do you have?
None!

43* Does someone have a crush on you?
Dinnae ken.

Where the hell is question number 44?

45* What is your favorite book?
The Communist Manifesto.

46* What is your favorite candy?
Wala.

47* Favorite Sports Teams?
Dallas Mavericks!

48* What song do you want played atyour funeral?
Stayin' Alive!

49* What were you doing 12 AM lastnight?
Sleeping.

50* What is the first thing youthought of when you woke up?
Glamorous!

Dinner @ Seven then the Funk

Ate with my good friends and kababatas Jorge and Milan at their pad at Cityland. Yeah, room 2822. They dun look alike. Decided to eat there, didn't wanna eat alone. Watched to boob tube.

On ORGABEH.

Yeah, this is INDIBEH part two.

1st Trait Inherited: CHOCNUT

My mom loves Chocnut. I do too. =D

This love affair with Chocnut started two days ago when I bought a pack because I wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth's cravings with something cheap and save up my Hershey's Symphony for a more special occassion.

My new drug.

A very close friend of mine, Opi, told me to describe how Chocnut is on the palate. simply put, it's 5 seconds of heaven. Short and sweet eh? No pun intended. =p

Posivity

The world is for me, yes it spins for me. The world revolves for me, the air is for me.

Everything is for me and my positivity.

Positivity.

Steel Bubble

This impenetrable thing I call the Steel Bubble.

Nobody can burst it. Nay, not even a scratch. Protects me from teh ootside stuff, from everything that can inflict pain. It can withstand any kind of pressure, it's heat resistant, immune to everything except...

Implosion.

It may seem invincible but everything has a bane. There's always something imperfect aboot a thing.

Two chicks wanted to drink teh night away last night. Samantha, my black fairy, and Josephine. Thought the better and spent a coupla hours at the Coffee Bean(I saw Burd there too), went hame and parlayed with friends.

Was on the verge of implosion, but, thankfully, I did something aboot it.

Dun wanna feel like that again.

I'm using this beatiful mind from hereonthen for the heart is deceitful above all things.

The New Year

Been a fookin long year, it's aboot time it ended! Nevertheless, I'm thankful for the things that happened in the previous year. Learned a lot, found inner, peace and happiness too. =D

Where to go from here?

Well, I'm planning to take on the HR field, this time it's fookin ORGABEH. School's VP's gonna teach it. They say that this one is pretty easy compared to the prerequisite. Gonna see a lot of familiar faces again, including my frosh classmate in CSB, Ana! Margarita, BIYATS, we meet again! =p

Going again on a diet. Reckon I lost a lot of weight during the first few weeks of the fourth quarter. Was unable to continue it due to the holiday season an aw. Haven't been able to visit the gym fer quite a while too. I'll try to find time to tekker of me body again. All these parties/nights oot/drinking/socializing has taken it's toll.


Looking for the real thing. Met this chick recently. Looks like Mari Mar (Marian Rivera). Right then and there I immediately had this thing for her. Chatted for like 2 and a half hours. The thing that I really noticed aboot her are those fookin eyes. Dinnae ken the way those damned orbs pierce this blood pumper. I think that this IS the real thing. Got a million things planned, hope it all goes well.

It's the year of the Rat too in the Chinese Horoscope, my sign. But I dun believe in those stuff anyway, due to my Internal Locus of Control.

Thanks 2007, appreciated!

Godspeed!