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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.