Random Rants

I know. I have not updated in a long while. Okay, let's get it rollin'

The Pageant
I didn't win the friggin' pageant but I got 5th place (out of 11 guys). I'm not conceited, I'm just being honest, but I deserve more than just 5th place. Seriously, you can ask everyone who watched the show. Anway, it's done and over with so I'm glad I can live my life again now.

Gold Shoes
Remember the earnings I got from the garage sale? I spent a part of it on a pair gold shoes.

School Bull
Classes are back and I'm not liking it. There's a kilometer-long list of things I have to do. Responsibilities! Responsibilities! Ugh. I wanna graduate already dammit.

Something
I've been dry for weeks. Ugh.

But...

Hahahahahahahah...

That's fucking hot.

Period.

Gotta go. I have to piss and I have to see my skin doctor. Ciao.

They're Out

The photos came out today. Yes, including the ones where we're our in swimwear. Ugh.

Classmates say they're ok. Some say they're actually good. They're okay.

So busy. Don't know which to do first. Be back soon.

Wish me luck. Nightie.

My Video-Photo Shoot

Had a video-photo shoot yeaterday in this bumfucked ranch in the middle of nowhere.

We were literally wet cowboys and cowgirls. Fuck the rain. It totally ruined everything. By the way, the guys had to wear trunks, including moi. Ugh. I'm praying that my gut sticking out won't be too obvious in the photos. Blame it on the organizers, we posed in our skimpies right after we had lunch!

Fuck it. I don't even know what to think anymore. I'm not ambitioning to look exceptionally dashing in the pictures, I just don't wanna look horrible and put myself absolute disgrace.

Ugh. I'm fucking sick of this whole thing. If only I can, I'd quit this early.

Byers.

Dior Homme

I've been salivating.

I want Dior Homme dammit. I hate it that I'm so poor and I can't afford Dior YET. Ugh. When will I ever have enough money for shopping?

My new year wish list courtesy of Dior in eluxury.com:

Sweet, sweet things huh? Dior Homme= Testosterone chic.

Enough dreaming. Gotta hit the sack.

Nighters.

Pressure, Stress and All...

I'm doing my best to tread the path towards self improvement.

Translation: I exercised a bit then loaded up carbs. Ate at Joillibee; cheeseburger, chicken, fries and coke. For dinner, I had fish, mashed potatoes with buttered corn and Nesvita. I also had espresso. I know. It's crazy. I was expecting Nesvita (high-fiber drink) to induce diarrhea but it didn't. The last and first time I tried that, I shit was shooting out me ass five times in a day. I don't know what happened this time.

I bought black trunks today. Then I spoke to someone this evening and told me that the guidelines indicate "swimming shorts". Great. Sometimes, you just can't rely on some people to relay correct information. Whatever.

I've been preparing my cowboy number today. I lack the boots though but i'm trying to put everything together. This whole Mr. Something is stressing me out. Gawd. As if I don't have enough things to worry about. I know whining isn't going to solve it. Yeah, yeah... But you know. It sucks 'coz there's too much pressure on me at the moment. There's just a gazillion things to do and I don't know where to start.

Maybe I'll start with dozing off. Gotta wake up early tomorrow.

Signing off.

Ciao.

Black Trunks

There's this pageant I HAD to join a few months ago, and then I won. Now I have to represent the whole college in the university level. Then there's this video shoot they told me about earlier for the contest and I was told to bring trunks. Black swiming trunks.

I'm so fucked.

As I've mentioned before, I have been pigging out in the last couple of days. Duh, it was the holidays. That's a valid excuse to eat like a hog and then sleep and act like a sloth and then eat again. Binge eat I mean, to be exact. Ham, cake, steak, chicken, carbs, oysters, fruits, mashed potatoes, the whole parade. (The other night I almost threw up after I stuffed myself like a maniac. Seriously, I couldn't breathe well.)

Now, I believe I gained a few centimeters around the waist and they want me to wear black fucking swimming trunks? Gawd. I don't even have that. The last time I wore trunks in public was back in high school when I didn't know what shame means and when I looked like a trunk myself, of a century-old oak tree or something. And I was in Boracay. It's only now that I realize how ridiculously, horribly fucked up I was.

Here's more; they told me that the pageant's theme is Western-inspired. So when I knew about that I thought, "Hmmm... Tight pants, plaid buttoned-downs and cowboy boots will do." Or you know, something modern and Western. But where did the friggin' black trunks come from? Are we really going to shoot a VTR of some sort for the competition or make an amateur Brokeback-inspired gangbang video? Seriously, what the hell is up with that?

Ugh. I do not have time to sculpt killer abs and get toned. So the least I can do is to get rid of the excesses. I plan to detoxify very soon. The shoot is on Monday which means I only have 2 days left. GAWD.

By the way, my skin is so fucking awful too. Ugh. And my hair too.

Nighters.

Goodbye 2006, Hello 2007

The past days have been crrrazy. Absolutely unbelievable. I've been intending to write about it sooner but I was either too busy or the connection's fucked up again.

Anyway... Oh, what's that? The garage sale? Oh. HAHAHAHAH... It was a success. Gawd. Who would've known. I was wishing to make at least P3,OOO but God is good. Or rather, people are starving so they need cheaper clothing options? Kidding. We got a total of a bitching P13,000+. I love it. Ten grand more than what I wished for.

I wanted to take pictures but I just didn't have time. I initiated this whole thing so i had to be there the whole time. We opened at 9 AM of Saturday and there were already customers at 9:01 AM. Seriously, it's overwhelming.

Here's another unexpected thing. I invited a couple of people to the sale including my ex who was too busy. SO, the new boy came instead, with some company. He liked my super old yellow Nike rubber shoes I used to wear in high school. I got those for like P5,000+ and I got it for sale at P1,800. Anyway, it was a total surprise when this silver car pulled up in front of our garage then in comes this guy who introduced himself as the boyfriend of *****. I was so fucking surprised. I really didn't expect anything like that. Anyway, he liked my stuff including the shoes. He bought a couple of stuff for himself and for my ex and told me he's gonna pick up the shoes the following day. Anyway, to cut it short, he didn't get the shoes when he came back the next day. He said they're just too big. He says he's an 81/2 and the shoes are 11. HAHAHAH... That's after he talked me into dropping the price to 1.3K. Ugh. I hate it. Fucking cheapskate! I'm kidding. Whatever.

All in all, the sale was great. In fact, it was supposed to be a one-day affair. But since the turn-out was so great and there were still stuff left by Saturday afternoon, we decided to have a second swing the following day. It's just so wonderful. By the way, the whole family ended up digging thru their stuff and joined the sale. Hahahah... It was crazy. FUN FUN FUN. Definitely.

I was able to get rid of stuff I no longer want that much AND earned 5K+. Fantastic.

Moving on...

Happy New Year! I hope this one's a better one. 2006 was a blast. Bittersweet memories still linger around my insides but I don't even wanna reminisce last year's roller coaster ride. I have no time for drama right now. But seriously, those 12 months was one hell of a time in my life.

I'd love to blab a little more but my face is sooo oily right now it could put Saudi Arabia to shame. I'm gonna go wash up and whatever else.

P.S.
I'm so tired by the way. Been doing a lot of stuff lately. We have guests in the house and I'm playing host, or something. At the same time, I'm savoring every minute of this break. In fact, I might be doing a little too muvh savoring. Gawd. I've been binge eating. My tummy looks like a friggin' blimp. Oh well, it's the holidays so spare me the guilt.

Good night. Bye.

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.