Random Rants

My connection is slow again for some reason so I'm gonna keep this short.

• As always, I'm exhausted again. Woke up early today to go to a neighboring city and checked my rented place there and I had to buy some stuff. It was fine, (my place) except that it's a little dusty/dirty there. Well, it's actually that way almost all the time anyway so I just bug-bomned the room just to make sure and then left for the mall... SM City was full. Ugh. I couldn't believe there were that many people shopping two days after christmas. Until, I noticed the words "SALE" or "DISCOUNT" staring at me from everywhere. That's when I realized... I only bought two white belts though. Very cheap, both of them. Didn't really have time to look around 'coz I met up with a friend and we watched a movie. And then my family and I met up later on and they wanted to go home, and so did I coz it was a 3-hour trip going back to our place. Hence, the shopping cut short. It's fine though. I was able to accomplish everything in my "itinerary" namely: check my place, buy stuff for my face from my dermatologist, go to the mall, spend. Hah!

• I sent out text messages and online bulletins today about the upcoming garage sale. Hah. A lot of people showed interest. Some of them even told me they're actually gonna come and visit. Gawd. Those lying maggots. Kidding. I hope a lot of people do show up AND buy our stuff. :) Anyway, I'm so excited 'coz my mom and sister-in-law might join in. And I know they have a lot of good stuff. I'm so friggin' psyched about this little project I started. It's about time you know. I've been wanting to do this for the longest time. Oooh... I hope everything goes well. I want some space in my cabinets and less in my wallet! Hahahah...

• I'm still feeling a little sick. I hate this frucking cough I've had for like, two days. It's so not cool.

That'd be all for now. So much for keeping it short.

Gotta go.

Byebye.

Garage Sale Drama

I am a little emotional right now. And not just because of my christmas heartbreak.

See, for the longets time, I've been wanting to have a garage sale, because I no longer/have never worn over half of the stuff in my cabinets/closet. They're all either out-dated, ill-fitting or just plain ugly.

Today, with the mock reactions of my parents, I was granted the permission to use our puny garage. So there, on December 30, 2006, 9 AM to 3 PM, some of my stuff are going to be sold to random buyers. Hopefully more than three, and not just the people I know.

Anyway, I didn't think it was gonna be that hard to pick out the things I'm gonna put out there. I actually had to sort out the ones that I'm selling from the ones that I'm not really sure about (stuff I intend to give to relatives and other people I know who actually need clothes). I just didn't want some stuff to go to some stranger.

Like many other apparel-loving maniac there is, I have developed an emotional rapport with my clothes. Seriously, a lot of them even bring back various memories of the old days. Especially the oversized shirts and the baggy pants. Ugh. I know. ---I can't even believe how fat I was before. I used to be a whale.--- Like in high school, I used to wear what they call elephant or big mouth pants. The ones with pants so big you can have an adult monkey clinging on your legs and no one would know. Gawd. And you should've seen how I'd prepare my pants for the next day; putting safety pins on the hem to avoid dragging them all over the ground. That was crazy. AND THE SIZE! I used to wear size 31-33 pants. (Now I'm a 28-30. :p)

Anywhow, as horrid as some of them are, it really is hard getting rid of a few of my "memorabilia". That's why I'm keeping some shirts and pants. Besides, who knows, I'm so not hoping, but I might be able to wear/use some of those pieces in the future. I'm actually afraid of the day that I will regeret disposing particular items but whatever. Hopefully, by that time, I can just shrug it off and easily rush to high-end shops and undergo therapy---shop myself to complete and utter ecstacy.

I'm gonna go ask my sister to join the sale. I know she too has lots of stuff she doesn't use.

I'll update soon.

Wish me luck!

Pictionary

Peaceful greetings from my humble abode. I'm sick and I smell like a stray dog. I have the flu so let's just go on with the show. Here's more images from the Batangas/Manila escapade.

We stayed at the fantastic Crystal Blue Resort.

More photos to come very soon.

Gotta go. Byebye.

Heart-breaking Holiday

Merry Christmas.

Look what Santa brought me this year; a whole truckload of shit and an ocean of tears.

I'm so fucking single I so fucking see it in the mirror.

Heartaches. *sigh*

The Great Escape '06

I'm absolutely back home. And it's starting to smell like ham. Well, ribs actually, that's what we're gonna have for our Noche Buena later. PLUS! I'm gonna try my luck on Seafood Pasta. Good luck.

Anyway, it's been two days since me and my family went back from our holiday trip. It was fun. I did a lot of shopping. I swear, I think I walked a hundred miles throughout that trip. Whatever.

I have to take a bath. So I'll let the photos do the talking.

By the way, we hit a kid on our first day in Manila. My Aunt was driving and this 10-13 years old kid was all over the street and we accidentally hit him. Gawd, that was fucking scary. Good thing Auntie hit the breaks before we run him over. Ugh. Anyway, he's alive.

Sand. Sea. Sun. Salivate.

Holiday Getaway

Still on vacation here. It's great if not for the horrible traffic and the taxi drivers from hell. Oh well, it's generally a great experience. Anyway...

We've been shopping. I almost lost a leg walking around shopping hot spots. Manila is so congested by the way with people rushing because of the yuletide season. Ugh. The malls are flooded with eager shoppers rushing for bargains, discounts etc. I bought stuff from Topman earlier and a couple of cheap shirts, and a cardigan. Hope to post photos soon.

Gotta go.
Love me and I'll love you!
:)

P.S.
I sound so nice today. I hate it. Hahahahah...

Trippin'

Just finished packing. Tomorrow, me, my parents and my kid cousin are flying to Manila. Yay.

Hello vacation! That's right. It's the holidays and I am taking a break and get my life back for a few weeks!

I love it that we're going out of town. My other relatives are already there. They left this morning. We'll be in the fantastic beaches of Batangas over the weekend. Then be back in Manila by Sunday I think.

Ugh. I am so friggin' excited, ecstatic, psyched about this trip. I really need it. What with all the stress went through with school. Hah! I need to refuel you know.

I hope I get to shop a lot. Gawd, I need more clothes. I was packing a few minutes ago and that's when I realized how badly I need to update my wardrobe. I packed a lot but not the usual tons of shit I bring with me when I travel. You know WHY, because I have like, 3 "wearable" pieces. I have a ton of stuff in my cabinet but I don't wear about 75% of the clothes 'cause they're either ugly, stained, or oversized.

Anyway, I'm wearing jeans and this nice Esprit striped shirt (gray and black) tomorrow. I hope I pull it off. It's so cheap so I have to make that not obvious. HAHAHAHAHAH... Fuck clothes. I'm spending quality time with family. *grin

But really, I hope everything goes well. So help me God.

P.S. I wanna meet new "friends". I hope I do, really. ;)

X-ugh-sted

I AM SO FRIGGIN' EXHAUSTED.

I've had only 4 hours of nap in a span of 36 hours. I'm like a walking corpse, dammit. We had to work on our college paper which was supposed to be out a million years ago. It's really delayed so we had to stay up all night at the printers and edit articles written by people who seem to have their own rules of grammar and syntax.

Nonethless, I think I'm gonna go around town tonight. There's this celebration going on around the whole city for a week. We, flipinos call it "fiesta". It's like giving glory to a patron saint or something. Tonight I'm gonna go and pay tribute to my partying gods.

I'm soo exhausted. I swear.

Hellidaze

It's that time of the year again. A time for eating and having an excuse to be fat soon. A time to redecorate the house like Santa Clause vomitted all over it. A time to receive and give gifts. A time to be merry. A reason to commit suicide.

God, who am I kidding? I love the holidays; no class, more free time, more food and gifts galore. But it's just so sad that I don't have anyone to share what my innermost desired gifts are, sing my favorite christmas songs with, brag all the food that i'm engorging to, anymore. (Shit, listen to me. I sound like a sissy bitch.) I absolutely despise that subtle nagging in your head that you have to be extra perky and positive and happy during this time of the year. It's takes so much work.

But... You know... I think you know what I'm talking about. I'm missing that SOMEBODY.

Ugh. I hate myself for being this way. It's like drugs. Once you get a taste of it, and you like it (I know I did), it's like you're just not the same without it. And I'm not just talking about the sex! HAHAHAHAHAH....

I sound horrible. I know.

What the hell. The bottomline is I'M FUCKING SINGLE ON CHIRSTMAS!

I know, it's ok to be single. In fact, I want one of those turquoise single rings. But it's just different when you have somebody to run to, to talk to, etc., whenever, wherever. Get it?

Oh well. It sucks, but I'm gonna have to deal with everything. I mean, God, I have the rest of my life to live, right? Right? Right? Ugh.

Anyway, one thing I'm psycehd about is this holiday get-way my family is planning. It's 99% sure but I don't wanna jinx it. So I'm not gonna talk about it yet. Besides, it's lunch time and I haven't had a bath yet. I stink like a spoiled fruit! LOL. I kid.

Random Rants

Beautiful Scars

Do I keep longing for the past because I'm not enjoying the present?

I shouldn't get stuck in a pithole of memories.

How long does it take to get over the yesterday?

Memories--that's just it. They're merely memories of things of the past. Things that may never get relived ever.

Over. Done with. Gone.

Whine Vine

The only thing that took a vacation this past weeks are my brain and sleeping habits.

HANGOVERS: they're so bittersweet.

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Latest party Pictures:

Now THAT'S a Party

What can I say. This week has been a party. Really. Two nights ago, my sister, cousin, friends, and I went to this party in a local bar called Syrup. My sister and I arrived at almost 11:30 and the party hasn't started yet. We met up with my friends and my cousin with her group.

It's amazing cause there was a lot of new faces around. Seems like it's been a while since I've been out in my hometown. It's either the ugly kids grew up to be hotties or aliens from other places just came to visit. Anyhow, it was a good crowd--with the exception of a few skanks and chavs of course. :)

The place was small so the mob of scenesters wasn't well accommodated. Lucky for us, my cousin reserved seats.

Fast forward to 1 AM, the party was getting hot, figuratively and literally. It was sweet, I mean sweaty. I had sooooo much fun though. Really, mucho, mucho, mucho fun. By the way, the drinks were really cheap so it was flowing until the bar ran out. So we had to settle for beer during the last round.

The dancing? Hah! It was damn good. Everybody was sweating like crazy. I know I lost two pounds from all that dancing and perspiration.

At 2, groups of annoying people came in. There was this guy who climbed up the couch where we were sitting/dancing on. I told him to get off the couch as soon as my friend returns. And he was like, "Ok. Later." I didn't say anything but I was really pissed. Then the fucker was leaned towards me and said, "I like you. What's your name?' I was like, "Huh?" Then he asked me again and I told him my name. He even asked for my whole fucking name. It was so annoying.
Without me asking, he told me he's Earl then he offered his hand. I had to be civil although he was really getting on my nerves. Ugh. Anyway, I thought he was done but when I was pouring myself a drink he asked for a shot and he'll buy the next round. I pretended the I didn't hear him and downed the damn drink. Hah!

Well, for sure, I wasn't the only one who was approached (i refuse to say "get hit on" blah!) by a guy. I was with beautiful girls so each had a share of uncalled for attention. Hahahahah...

We fled the scene at almost 4 AM. It was totally awesome.

God, that was really great. I enjoyed that party. My friends were there, my sister and cousin, the cocktails flowed, my outfit was nice (I believe--I was channeling a poor Borgy Manotoc who missed the gym for months) and the vibe spelled B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

Breakfast at 5 PM

I totally had a long, wild night. In fact, it ended at about 6:30 AM.

I'm in the mall right now cause I did some errand and I just had both breakfast and lunch at 5 PM. The last meal I had before that was at around 3:30 AM at Chowking where a friend and I went after dancing like wild beasts or something.

I swear I must have lost 2 lbs. from all that dancing up the ledge. It was cool though, I didn't really care that much if I was sweating like a friggin' laborer in the middle of summer. What can I do? I had to work it right.

Anyway, everything was sudden. This friend of mine and I didn't really have anything to do/anywhere to go so we decided to go around town and hit the night party scene. It was fun, just the two of us talking, laughing, dancing and acting silly. Thank god she didn't get drunk though, I hate it when she's stoned.

We hopped to a total of three bars and a fastfood place where we spent three hours waiting for sunrise.

It was soo great to finally go out and just let loose, and like, not think of school and anything shitty. Alhtough I hated the music in this first bar we went to cause they were playing really sad love songs and I hate that. Ugh, drama. I almost hurled a bottle of beer at the band.

Second stop: Flow.

It was nice. The place is always nice. The crowd was, err, okay. The place was inhabited by these mid-30s people that looked like government workers, and peppered by a few hot people here and there. We had no idea it was 80s and 90s night so the DJ didn't really get us "dropping it". It was all cool though. Cocktails + smooth conversation = fun, fun, fun.

After cocktails, we went to this club nearby witht the hot tunes and all so we got up the ledge and brought it. Hahahahah... It was so much fun. I thought my legs were gonna fall off. I swear I was sweating like crazy. After an hour straight of dancing, we went out and as useual, our hair and clothes smelled of second-hand smoke, sweat, you know what I mean.

So yeah. We then went eating at a fastfood place and took pictures (which are not available right now), talked, laughed. It was great.

It was about 6:15 when I got back to my place to finally sleep.

Ah... there's nothing like waking up to screaming acid in your stomach, a headache and sticky hair that smells like shit.

25 Hours

Currently listening to: Grey's Anatomy Theme Song, Me, Myself and I by Beyonce, etc...

Can you actually, literally go crazy by depricing yourself from enough sleep?

I'm afraid I might have done it to myself. I've never been the one who goes to sleeps the earliest/at a decent hour in this household. Ever since I was young, it's been like that; my sleeping habits have been really fucked up. I remember when I was still a little kid my aunt who used to baby-sit me would spank/scold me for avoiding afternoon naps.

Now, I'm twenty and as much as I hate it, it's the perfect time for me to listen good to those lectures. Really. It's like this: If an average person sleeps half the time of his life, I sleep another half of that time. In fact, it's 2:30 AM here right now, I have a throbbing headache and here I am still online. It's like there's just not much enough time in a day. I mean, if not for rest and health, I'd be up twenty-five friggin' hours. Dreams are nice but foul morning-mouth and uncontollable drool is just disgusting, plus, I have a ton of other stuff to do like surf the net, see my friends, party, eat crap, watch TV crap, etc.

Anway, my point is; do I have insomnia? Last night, err, this morning, I slept at 4 AM. Have I possibly lost it becasue of lack of the Zs? Am I Carrie Bradshaw? lol

School's Out

It's sem break and I still have to go to school becasue of some extra duties. What I like about it is I still get to receive my weekly allowance. *wink wink* Downside is sometimes it's just so boring. This is supposed to be my chance to hang around but this place is just bland to me. Better do something exciting pronto!

Pictionary

A short pictionary before I hit the sack. Might update soon. Busy, busy.

Pig

September 28, 2006
11:10 PM

I’m getting fat. I’m not yet fat but I know I will blow up soon if I don’t stop overeating. These past days have been cold and wet because of the typhoon and all I did was stuff myself crazy. I have been binge eating and most of my meals are bathed with oil; deep-fried chicken, fries, burger, plus pizza, everything, which is equal to oily skin and pimples! Eww.
I should’ve been watching what I eat. But no, “never mind the weather, the starving people everywhere, the thesis, the deadlines, I just had to be such a pig.” And by the way, I don’t have money anymore. I swear I’m so dirt poor right now because of so much food that I buy. Oral fixation? I dunno, maybe. All I know is I can’t last a day without munching food in unusual quantities. I mean, I’m not eating as much as the whole of China does, but I just didn’t use to be this way. In fact, just two weeks ago, I’d eat just to avoid getting hungry. Now, hungry or not, I really pig out. There is something wrong here.
Classes got suspended today because of the weather. Well, of course, that didn’t stop me from getting my ass to the mall and binge eat with a friend. We had ice cream, chicken, pop corn, coke light, and spaghetti. Talk about sugar shock. I had to withdraw from via ATM because like I said, my wallet is thinning by the minute.
Anyway, I have got to work on my thesis. I really want to graduate this school year. Seriously.

JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY

“I wanna say that I wanna die but I don’t really mean it”

How can a person be so unlucky in a span of 5 shitty hours?
Today, I felt like the cosmos played a very cruel game on me. And what’s worse about it is, I’m mostly responsible. I should come with a sign saying: GULLIBLE AND STUPID. GO ON, FOOL ME.
September 13, 2006, Wednesday, seemed to be a fine day. In our first class, we watched a movie. The next, which was the last, we were supposed to have this exam about The Iliad and The Odyssey but our prof couldn’t make it so we left school early. Yay.
Fast forward in the afternoon, two friends and I went to the mall. All seemed fine.
Come 6 o’clock and everything got fucked up. I swear, there are just people (no, not the aforementioned two friends) who have Satan’s blood running in their veins. I’m not going to spill a lot about it but it has something to do with three hours of waiting for nothing. And knowing just that, you can imagine how excruciating it must have been. While waiting I thought it’s all going to be worth it. But hell, I wasted my precious time. So yeah, I waited for nine fucking hours and all I got was a bunch of stupid, insensitive text messages.
So I waited right? Until a clue found me and finally decided to flee from the shithole I was in.
I arrived at my place wondering why the stairs were wet. The answer came in the form of a sound of water like that of a waterfall, only with less decibels. I fucking forgot to fucking turn off the fucking faucet.
It turned out water has been running forcefully from my bathroom all the way to the stairs outside. It kinda pissed me off that nobody outside noticed and bothered to do something about it. Then again, I don’t even know their names. So there, I had to do some major clean up because my room was drenched.
By the way, those two incidents really bothered me because I haven’t really been having good days lately.
What a day. I wouldn’t be surprised if anytime now, some lunatic barges in my door and murders me. But of course I hope that doesn’t happen because I don’t want to die unhappy AND that’s just a really ugly way to make an exit.
*Sigh
It’s soooo hard to be me sometimes.

Two Decades Old

I AM SO FRUCKING OLD!
Oh my God I just entered my twenties and I can’t believe it. It’s as if just moments ago I was sucking on my Hippo Pop while donning my high school uniform. (Okay, that’s so gay! Hahahahahah. Whatever.)
Anyway, my friends and I (the “Fantastic Four”) went out and man did I have a great time! Really. The dancing was insane. And when I dance, I make sure I own the freaking dance floor and get my ass rollin’ everywhere. And I SURE did exactly that just a few minutes ago. Well, we would’ve stayed there and sweat it out even more if only we weren’t in our school uniforms and there was no 8 AM class the next day and it wasn’t 1 AM already. That’s like 4 hours past my curfew! But I swear, we rocked that dance floor. There were even these two girls who danced with me, and so I had to bring it. To their great delight of course!
HAHAHAHAHAH! The dancing was so hot. No wonder the people left there weren’t very happy when we left. AND I’m not bluffing at all. Seriously, it was so much fun.
Back to my birthday—some special people sent me warm messages just a while ago. Somebody even called. :) That was sweet. Just hope each one of them was sincere. Kidding.
It’s friggin’ 2:10 AM right now and God knows what time I’ll be able to sleep and wake up. Oh well, might as well work my way to the Zs.
Happy F*cking Birthday to me!

Pictionary

Some pictures from last week's party:





Gotta love Filipino Beer; SanMig Light.


That's my almost-drunk cousin right there.



What the... Hahahahahah

The party was held just outside the house by the way.


That's it for now. I look horrible in all three pictures, I know. Whatever.

Post Party Depression

God, did I enjoy the party.

The great music, great food and all. Man... Dad even got the road closed because our house is too puny for all the guests.

Anyway, it was all good. My friends came, although not of them. But to hell with those people who didn't make it.

It was nice to get drunk and dance like you're hopelessly horny and just play around. It was all good. I miss it already.

Today is a holiday so I'll keep it short. I haven't taken a bath yet and I stink like a laborer's armpits. I'll try and go around town and look for the perfect specs for my now-damaged eyes. Wish me luck!

"Partay"

There's this party tomorrow for my sister, and I'm not sure yet what to wear.

There's gonna be tons of food and people, including friends whom I have never seen in ages. Of course, I wanna look good. Although the first thing they'll probably gonna say is, "Oh, you're really getting thinner these days." And all the time, I'm fighting the urge to throw some sort of retort like, "And you're getting to my nerves" or "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. It's okay that you're fat."

HAH!

I bet the food Mom cooked AND ordered will be gastronomically awesome. I swear I'm ready for some binge eating. I might start later by stuffing myself with junk as midnight treat. There better be something good on cable.

Back to the party, I'm sure there's gonna be drinking. I hope everybody gets drunk. Then all of us can dance to Bob Sinclar, Madonna, Franz Ferdinand, Milky, or even Moony and the Pussycat Dolls! Hahahahah...

That party better be how it should be: Fun and Frivolous.

Dot Dot Dot

Life sucks.

You know, I'm so scared that one day, I'll open this little, if not pathetic online diary of mine and think I am such a fucking loser with a life worth five cents. I mean, all I write here is bad stuff happening to me. I gues that's what you get when you're 50% manwhore, 49% hedonist and 1% pessimist.

Anyway, I'm in the mall right now and i absolutely have no idea what to do here. I just had a haircut but I didn't wanna go back to my place yet so I went online without any reason/purpose whatsoever. I tried talking to people but they're all uninteresting, err... wait. Maybe I'm uninteresting?! Ugh. Whatever. They're morons.

And I'm they're God.

Aaagh. I fucking hate this. Boredom is one of the worst states for me. It's so destructive. I do a lot of stupid, stupid stuff when I'm bored. And I usually end up broke, even more depressed or injured after doing these stupid things.

Don't get me wrong. I do have friends. They're just not available right now. I'm not sure but I think this has something to do with this city. It's soo puny and the places I go to are so unlimited. Well you can't blame if I'm stuck in this shithole.

Got to go. Maybe I'll strangle a couple of cats for dinner just for the hell of it. Bye.

Random Rants

It's 11:35 AM and I have a grueling exam in an hour and a half.

The weather has been really terrible in this part of the world. It has been raining nonstop for weeks now and umbrellas have failed me so many times already. However, right this moment, it's bright outside. Yes the sun is back. (Gawd, I sound like a friggin' 10 year-old.)

I hope the fucking rain goes away for good. I mean, yeah it's cool to have a little downpour once in a while. But everyday? Please. I don't have that many jackets to wear and shoes to ruin. Plus, it makes me wanna hug somebody when it's cold. And if luck favors it, may be even cuddle, or... you get the picture. Who doesn't? There's just something about the cold, the dim surrounding, and everything. Anyway, fuck it.

My room is a complete mess right now. I just hope by next week, it gets cleaned. But who am I kidding? What with all the junk I have, I don't think so.

More nonsense:

• Last night, when I was supposed to be studying, I was dancing like a maniac thirsty of some good ramming. I couldn't help it. I love Justine T's new single "Sexy Back" and Kelis' "Bossy," the video is hot. Bob Sinclar's "World (Hold On)" is also great.
• I want ice cream. I dunno, but lately I've been craving for cold food.
• I *heart* bryanboy.com.
• What is up with me and my phone these days? It's like I'm not interested in it anymore. Like I couldn't even care if I lose it, which I hope I won't. It's just that I'm out of interesting people to talk to. Damn heatbreak.
• Text/Call me.

I'm gonna go and try to make use of what's left of my brain now. Good luck to me.

One Big Break Please...

It's exams time once again and I'm here blogging. Hot.

Anyway, I've been so fucking busy these past days I look like a sexed out corpse. I swear my eyebags are the size of a backpackers' luggage. And the dark circles! Ugh.

As usual, I'll keep it short coz I don't really have much time. By the way, the weather sucks here. A gazillion typhoons have consecutively dropped by to blow the hell out of Las Islas Filipinas. And voila, I have a fucking cold.

So I'm sick, busy and worried. Thank God I'm still alive though. Whatever. I don't know what to say. There's a lot of things bugging me at the moment. I want mental diarrhea.

So Late Update

i have neglected this blog so much. in fact, i think i'm going to postpone posting more pictures from last summer. it's so old news.

anyway, i've been fucked up lately. i'm emotionally exhausted, and pgysically stressed out. i swear i think i'm on my way to death.

these pictures were taken during our college's acquaintance party. our section went for the military/army thing going on as our identifying mark.

i look stupid in this picture. hahahah...



too bad i don't have the full-body pics right now.




at the after-party.



thats all for now. have to take a bath. and have to pack. ugh. sooo busy. pray for my (in)sanity.

My throat is, like, so fucking painful, it even hurts when i talk sometimes, and it's ruining, like my life

got pharyngitis.

for 10 days now.

dammit.

Soon

One nostalgic pictionary coming up.

Random Rants

School Stuff

Oh it's good to be home. God, this week has been really hectic. Thank God our whole class was able to enroll. Alhtough we had to pay extra fees cos we're late.

Anyway, I hate the rain! Ugh. I went to the mall yesterday and I went back to my place at around 8:30 after a fastfood binge at KFC. And a horrible mess welcomed me into my room. The damn rainwater somehow got inside and my floor was really shitty. I had to literally roll up my jeans, and wipe the damn floor on all fours. Ugh. It was disgusting but I had to do it. It finally put some of my old newspapers to good use. I was practically melting with all the bodily juices that I sweated off.

This morning, I was in this essay writing contest representing our whole university to the regional competition. The topic was basically about preserving Filipino culture. God knows what shit I blurted out there.

Manila Memories
(I know what I did last Summer)
(continuation)

Thizzizit. *The* view from the condo at night. Gotta love the city lights.

Bright Lights. A little something I did with the camera.

Okay, enough with the city. The last two months was the hottest month here in the third world because it was summer. And summer=beach, beach=fun, fun=cam whoring.

Bitchin' blue. Welcome to Crystal Blue Resort- a fabulous place to stay in when you're in Batangas.

Yo Momma (Nature). Chillin' and killin', time that is, at the lounge area.

Gotta go. more pics soon. Ciao.

Random Rants

School is cool???

Oh man, you won't believe what this past week has been like. I'm so unbelievably busy I don't even know what to say. And to think, classes haven't even started! Hell, I'm not even enrolled yet! Ugh. I'm approaching my senior year now so I guess it's normal for my responsibilities to pile up like my dirty laundry. I'll go to school tomorrow to process more shit. I don't even wanna think about it. God knows what hell I'll go through this time.

Manila Memories
(I know what I did last summer)

It's been weeks since my internship in Manila and I've been back for almost three weeks now yet memories of last summer still frequent my mind. My God, I miss my Manila lifestyle. Starbucks, Glorietta and Gateway malls, everything, even my daily activities as an intern. Ugh. I just hope next time I go there and experience stuff like that I'd be spending my own hard-earned pesos, not my parents', the guilt is nasty.

Anyway, Ive been so busy (and a lazyfuck) I haven't posted pictures and stories regarding my summer in Manila. I know it's long overdue, but what the hell. Here's a pictionary of the first part of my Manila adventures.

Eww, eww, eww. Aboard Cebu Pacific flight 374. I hate my face here. Bad angle and skin is just awful. Ugh.

Hello Metro! These are THE sights from the condominium where I stayed in.















Lovely huh?
My connection's fucked up because I'm currently reading Bryanboy's shit. I'm gonna post a longer entry. Soon, hopefully. Wish me luck!


P.S.

If you're reading this, please oh please FORCE me to post more pictures and stuff here. Damn, I could be really that lazy sometimes. It's like I wanna do it, but I just can't bring myself to hit the keys.

Shall I wave my hand now?

I can't believe this.

Today, May 23rd, 2006, is the last day of my 200-hour internship here in marvelous/monstrous Manila.

After one plane ride, two new pairs of shoes, three "exciting experiences", and a million LRT/MRT rides, I'm about to end my training to be a future media practitioner.

I'm so thrilled of the stories I'm going to share with my family, friends, and everybody else back home. It's so great to experience things I might never ever experience again, eat food that might never touch my lips again, go to places I might never set foot in again, and meet people I might never come across ever again.

I wish to elaborate more on the things I have gotten involved in in the past 50 days or so, but I just don't have the time and the necessary pictures as back-up. Plus, I'm just really lazy. See, I'm currently in the Inquirer office and I don't wanna spend my "last hours" reminiscing the past weeks. Instead, I just want to deal with what's now, and what I'm gonna do to have a grand exit. Kidding.

Ugh. I hate goodbyes. Not because I'm emotional, but because I just don't know how to do it. Shall I give hugs? Wave my hands while smiling? Shake their hands? I'm bad at those things. I find it awkward (therefore hard) uttering a simple "Hi" or "Goodbye" to people I'm not exactly that close to.

By the way, this is a boring post. So I guess I'm gonna end it here. Period.

Man... ila

This is amazing.

In case you don't know (of course you don't know!), the rest of my blog entries here are either done at home or an internet shop. BUT, this one makes the difference. I'm cuurently here at the Lifestyle depertment of the Philippines' most read daily pub. Can you believe that? Just meters away from me are professional journalists, photojournalists, news reporters, fashion writers and other masters in the field. *These* are the peope who are in the mainstream media, looked up to by aspirants just like moi.

You might ask what the hell am I doing blogging when I'm in the work place? Well, yours truly is done writing articles. I'm just waiting for my images to get scanned. :)

Anyway, this is so hot. Tomorrow, I might go to this fashion shoot at *the* Shangri-La Hotel to "observe". Too bad I can't write about it because that would be stealing somebody else's job. Oh well, good enough for me. Those models better be nice though.

Three hours ago, I picked up my ticket at the PAL office. Ugh. I can't believe I'm leaving in a week. It's nice to see again the people back home but I just *lurve* the fast-paced lifetsyle here. By the way, thank God I haven't been robbed YET. Never, I hope. Damn those crooks. They always make me worry everytime I'm in a jeepney or in a bus, or even in a taxi.

Speaking of taxi, my God, you will not believe how money-hungry some cabbies here are. Those assholes will take you to unwanted tours around the metro before they bring you to your target destination. And they get their tips without even asking you. And they easily get irritated once you complain/ask for your change. Ugh. The nerve, eh? It makes me wanna plant a bomb in their cars before I step out, and explode their guts to chunks for poor stray dogs to munch on.

Anyway, I'll try to post some more Manila hullaballoo soon. Byebye.

Internship Update

Yeah, I know. It's been a lifetime since I last put an entry here. Anyway, that last time was when I was being all worried regarding my summer internship here in Manille.

However, today's (or this month's?) entry might exactly be the opposite. A little over a month thru my internship, here I am training under the country's number one daily.

Ugh. I should've been with the Lifestyle section ever since I started my second hundred hour (I have to accomplish 200 hours). What with all the fabulous events and nice freebies, who wouldn't want that?

Today for instance, I was at Greenbelt 2, at this Italian restaurant that serves food with 'bon appetit' all over the menu--Segafredo-Zanetti. My, my, did I have a good time there. I met these people from a PR Agency. I don't know if they were just doing their job, but they were very nice to me.

Anyway, just to give an idea on what I've been through during this whole OJT, well I met THE Tim Yap last week, too bad I won't be able to work with him. Then, I also rubbbed elbows with media personalities from different media outfits, attended press conferences, "explored" Quezon City, and wrote news stories and recently, lifestyle articles, and dined Italian style-al fresco!I know it's shallow but whatever. There's just so many stories to tell i don't know where to start. Ugh.

I hope I can post a longer entry with all the details regarding my stay here in Manila. And if I could just tell all, man that would be one hell of an entry, believe me. Ciao for now.

Hello Manila, Goodbye Zest

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

What is up with this day? I think I'm gonna die soon.

I'm finally here in Manila for my long-awaited internship. About three weeks ago I was so psyched about it. But now, I dunno.

It started yesterday while I was still at home. I started feeling anxious the moment I woke up at like, 10:30 AM. The whole day I couldn't help but feel scared/nervous/a tad excited regarding this internship/trip to Manila. In the afternoon I had to go to the mall to pick up something. After which I decided to go get a foot spa that disappointed me, but that's another story.

I slept at like 12:30 AM even though I knew that I had an early flight the following morning. So I woke up at 4:45 AM feeling like my eyeballs are falling off. Fast forward...

Airport--- With me, was a fat trolly+ a giant travelling bag+ a big carry-on bag+ a box of pasalubongs= almost 50 kilos of my stuff. And the maximum allowable baggage is just 20 kilos. Thanks to the porter, he was able to convince this nice lady (Jocelyn) in front of me while I was lining up to get my things checked in. So I was able to save cash. If it wasn't for her, I would've paid, probably more than a thousand. But I still paid around P336 for the excess ten kilos. Big difference. Phew.

Anyway, I'm now in Manila. Just flew in this morning. And the traffic just killed my enthusiasm.



Dammit.



The heat is scorching I thought I was sizzling. Literally of course. But minor relief came in a form of red iced tea at the "japanice place" near Makati Med.

I was able to visit my potential workplace for the next weeks and I'm not exactly happy about it. Let's just say the place isn't that attractive, what with all the trash, old crusty buildings and carinderias surrounding the vicinity. Plus, the people living around there are a bit "to be obsrved well." The place is quite notorious for undesirable incidents.

Oh God, please spare my life, phone and wallet.

I would put every detail about today in this post if I wasn't down right tired. But I'm just really too down, frustrated, depressed, worried, etc... to do so.

Wish me luck. This is about like, my survival I'm talking about here.

WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

What the hell.
No new comments?
I wanna meet new friends here.
Guys, girls, gays, whatever.
Just mack me.
Ugh.

Yeah, yeah.
I know, this is not Friendster or Myspace.
This is a blogsite.
But meeting people through blogs is so much better than meeting them through dirty pictures, fake profiles and canned testimonials, right?
Anyway, I'm not gonna beg some more.
See you around people.

"Me Time"

Yesterday was a looong day. I did a ton of stuff. I woke up at like 8:30 AM and went to school after fixing myself. Had a class meeting and ate with a few friends. (This is boring, I know).

I really didn't know exactly what I would do yesterday but I was planning to have some quality time with myself. After running some errands I went to the mall to deal with schoolf stuff. Yes, I was working on thesis at the mall, I love it. I think I might have spent too much cash though. Whatever it was for "education" anyway.

I bought some stuff for my face after eating at McD's. I really have to take extra care of my skin or else my face is totally going apeshit. Gawd, my crust already looks awful, I don't need it to look worse.

Anyway, I'm so sick of my hair so I got a haircut. I actually already had one last week but the guy who cut my hair just didn't get what I want. So I went to a different salon this time; more expensive but the guys there are good.

Halfway through the haircut, I was loving how my hair was looking. But I think the stylist cut it too short by the time he was done. It's so stupid of me 'coz I didn't do anything. Ugh. I hate myself sometimes. It's like I wanna say something but I just can't do it. I dunno. Now, I look like a military drop-out. Okay, not really but I'm really not crazy about the shape of my head. I'm actually thinking of trimming the sides myself. Maybe later.

After the haircut, I went directly to this dermatology clinic just next door. My derma is currently out of the country so what the hell, might as well try somebody different. And now, I look like I have freckles because of the pricking. Great. But it's all good. I'm glad I was able to do something for myself. What's wrong with a little self-pampering right?

So there, I met up with my cousin at another mall last night after everything I did. We had dinner together. After that, I went to my place with very little money. I'm so poor right now, I swear.

This post is so boring. Even I 'm bored while I'm typing this.

I'm like, sick

Like always, it's been a decade since I last visited my blogsite. I am such a lazyfuck. Well, actually, I have a ton of excuses why I've been too busy to go here. Of course, as usual, school is the culprit. Ugh...

I am literally sick right now. Probably because of over fatigue. Man, am I battered. I'm feverish and this cough is annoying and it's fucking killing me, and my throat hurts really badly. I feel like I swallowed a sewing needle.

Anyway, I've been resting for the past two days after a week of bittersweet shit. Last week was a mix of good and bad.

Good:
1. My internship status is up by one level. Hopefully the progress will go full swing.
2. I had another hosting job + gained new knowledge about script writing.
3. Had a fun weekend with friends; an overnight out-of-town trip which probably gave me this awful condition. I swear, my health is nonexistent.
4. I was awarded with academic and non-acdemic honors. :)

Pix during the weekend getaway:

Bad:
1. I first got sick two Sundays ago until Wednesday. And during this period I had to deal with a lot of school stuff, including final exams.
2. I screwed up one of my final exams.
3. I got totally broke.
4. Blackout.
Oh well, whatever. Tomorrow's another day. I hope I'm well by the morning. Ciao, ciao.

Sleepless

Oh god, I'm telling you. I need serious help. I am so deprived of sleep and rest, I swear I won't be surprised if I suddenly pass off in the middle of the street and get my guts squeezed out by an old, junky truck.

Before, I used to have six hours of sleep and I'd be happy with that. But these past two weeks, ugh, trying to sleep is like trying to keep a slut's vagina dry. It's horrible 'coz I'd be really cranky and weak all day, and then hyper at night. I guess my body clock did a 180.

Anyway last week was the worst. I think it was Monday night, technically ultra early morning of Tuesday. I tried sleeping at around 1:30 AM. My body was ready for a it but it's like my brain was noy cooperating. Like my mind was out of my control. I kept on thinking about stuff I didn't wanna think about. I swear at that time I really was considering to see a specialist.

So there I was, in my bed, my room all dark and all, and I was still awake at 2:30 AM. AND I HAVE AN 8:30 AM CLASS THE NEXT DAY! It was not until about 3:30 AM that I was actually finally able to get some much needed sleep. I had four hours of sleep that night and the night before that, I had I think 5. It's killing me.

The next day I turned into a zombie.

I really need help. This insomniac is going to lose it anytime soon. I don't wanna wake up one morning and suddenly realize that I've been living in the pavement of the metro.

(On the hand, that'd be dirt-glam at its finest.)

I'm fucking dateless AGAIN

11:30 AM

Why do I even bother talking about this shit here? I don't know either.

Oh God. Today's V day. And while everybody else is busy thinking about their dates tonight, I'm here in this puny internet cafe with the lousy connection. I'm really trying hard not to think about, dates and love but I couldn't help it. A few hours ago I was talking to my fellow dateless friends about relationship stuff. Ugh, I hate it. I'm so good at talking about it but I suck at being at it OR getting one. Anyway, I'm planning to sleep the afternoon away. So loser-like right? Whatever, just hope I'll last this day without vomiting in public.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day- Just stab me already

Ugh. My head is throbbing because of lack of sleep ans rest. Anyway, I'm supposed to do this fucking school work that I have to pass two days from now, but to hell with it. It's just easy anyway. Do it later.

Yesterday was a fun day. I had some quality time with my family. (Awww) I was pig too. God, did I eat a lot or what?! I had fries, mushroom and cheese burger, lots of chocolates and other gastronomic killers.
Watched Emily Rose. It's not that scary but it's an OK movie. I love the part inside the church where she did this contortioning number leaning extremely back with her left arm stretched out. Quite funny.

This morning I woke up at like, dawn, to get to school early. But to no avail. Wasn't able to attend first class. Dammit. Don't think I'm a slacker. I completed my weekend assignments. Hah!

Today is one of those days that I want to get killed or something.---I'm just exaggerating of course. It's just that I'm not feeling well, there's a ton of school stuff that I have to deal with, and tomorrow is V day. Gawd, I just wanna puke upon the fact that the next day's the day of "lewv." Well, I can't help it. I don't have a freaking date. Might just sleep the day away during free time. I dunno. Just hope I'll survive tomorrow. And yes, I'm just bitter. Am I a loser? I don't think so. Just really bad in the Love department.

I suck

Gawd, my posts suck. They're like, trash. No wonder why I don't get any comments. Well, I haven't been feeling right lately anyway, so whatever.

Home here. TV's on. And I have to settle for this humongous caveman-era laptop coz DSL's down due to some electrical sparks that occured this afternoon. Thank God that didn't start a big neighborhood fire.
Man, is it good to be here, sitting on the sofa, and having the whole living room to myself. Hello porn! Hahah... Kidding. So over that stage. Kidding again.
Anyway, today was okay. Watched a movie, Never Been Kissed, for the nth time. I wanted something light and wholesome, so it was a good choice. Then, this evening, my family, some relatives and I went to my late grandparents' house. God, I missed my grandpa. He passed away just last year. Memories of my childhood came flashing in my head. Oh well, those were the days.
Now I'm not really gonna spend the whole night typing here am I? So, wish me luck. I'm gonna go find some people to talk to in YM or anywhere else. Just really gotta talk to people. See, I don't wanna die of boredom again. So I'm gonna hunt down down some bitch to "converse" with or whatever.

Fuck it. I'm bored again.

What the hell is happening to me? This past days I've been nothing but bored. I'm soo out of things to do I wanna stab people walking along the streets. I actually wanna meet new friends today but I dunno how. Stupid? No, just a lil scared. I know, yeah yeah, I gotta take the risk if I really wanna do things. But...
Ugh! Fuck it. This is lame.

if boredom can kill...

whoah.
just got here 'coz of plain boredom. i'm proud of myself. at least i didn't watch porn or something just to kill time. this is more productive.
anyway, it's fucking 2 am and my head is throbbing. don't wanna sleep yet though. i wanna talk to people. i'm like a freaking vampire looking for blood in the middle of the day. i've been craving for a good conversation in the past three hours. but still no luck unitl now. next thing i know, i'm here.
whatever. i think i'm gonna call it a night in a while and drown myself in my own drool.