I’m stuck here in the Library, doing some research, but i can’t seem concentrate coz natatae na talaga ako. I’m distracting myself right now. Think of happy thoughts. Think of happy thoughts.
Oh, i remember the first time i drive. Wow, i felt as though i control the world. But i was nervous back then, like i can shit my pants anytime soon. Shit. Shit, natatae pa rin talaga ako.
Must be the Starbucks coffee i drank this morning, but who cares. Happy thoughts… Oh, the time i graduated from highschool. Thats a happy one. We ate a lot after the ceremony. As though my stomach would burst if i take another bite, but shit. Natatae pa rin ako.
Every time i’m with my pips, my folks, in my turf. Those are happy thoughts. It can be emo at times. And shit i just really can’t control this shit screaming inside me right now.
I hate trash days. I need to take out the trash every Mondays for the garbage truck to pick it up. Yesterday, a giant mutant ant bit my index finger, and now it’s swelling like longganisa. Everyone seems to be grossed out by my freak hands! The chunkiness starts to be gone now. Thanks to Vicks vapor rub!
My mom thinks that everything can be cured by vicks. Yes, even cancer. When i was a kid, my mom used to put vicks right under my nose to ease the clogging. Yes it’s quite effective, though. I miss those days. I haven’t had colds since gad knows when.
A lot of friends are getting sick right now. Maybe it’s the weather. idk. I haven’t been sick lately. I have a good immune system or maybe because i’ve evolved to some Claire Bennet minus the cheerleader outfit. LOL. Or maybe the ant that bit me is radioactive and now i’m antman or something. I just want to have super powers or at least be different someday. But for now, let’s all buy cat supplies because cats will one day domnate the world.
I’m so dead. The terror-gey prof from the ’90s is gonna be having a recit, if not, a quiz, today and i haven’t studied the 2 readings. I left it in the locker. Gaaad! What will i do! Even if i go to school early, i won’t finish the whooole readings. Last time i went to his class without reading anything, i was called bobo. You just can’t be street smart on this one. I tried once, I failed miserably.
Some upperclassmen told me that the recipe of passing his subject is treating him pizza, and if you want a higher score, you need to be a white-chinito guy who flirts with him by asking questions. I don’t know if that’s true but who cares. I’m not white-chinito, i’m moreno-indian looking. Ahuhu.
I’m so determined to not fail any subjects in this semester. That’s my only goal. Not fail anything. I did quite good in the prelims except for EP. Gaaad i hate that Satanas woman. She’s old, she’s damaged, she has that annoying habit of licking her lips every 15 seconds. I swear, every time she enters the classroom, i can hear at the back of my head, the ninuninuninu soundtrack of Twilight Zone. She keeps on comparing us to the other class. She even told us that she has a co-prof that has the same sentiments of us lm1 being passive and having low grades. I wonder who that co-prof is. No other prof has failed 75% of the class because of his/her boringness, or in her case psychoses. Maybe that certain prof she’s talking to is an imaginary friend who only she sees, just like the invisible projector she reads in class.
I’m surrounded by weird people. I feel as though i’m Pete, from the Adventures of Pete and Pete. Gaaad I miss this show.
Tito died few days ago. He’s the one we call if there’s a glitch in our electrical wirings. He’s an electrician. We’re not realy that close, but I’m quite saddened by the fact that there’s death in the family. Last night, in the last day of my tito’s wake, the lights flickered. I swear that’s weird.
We left late that night. When we were young, we can easily fit ourselves in that car. Now, with almost all of my sisters getting fat, i can’t even breath inside. I haven’t rode in that car like that since my first year days.
My mom and dad were talking about fraternities, having seen a lot of fratmen in my tito’s wake. They’re wearing black and gold with a big seal on their chest, and i swear, if i’m in Manila and if it isn’t my tito’s wake i’ll be dead by now. It’s quite ironic that on the foundation day of my chapter, i was on teh other side.
My dad then told stories of him joining a fraternity. I lol-ed silently. It’s sigma something gamma something delta something. He’s from the outskirts of Masbate by the way. I lol-ed harder when he reenacted the “paddlings” with sound effects. He told stories as if he’s Sid Lucero. He never really experience being a fratman though ‘coz he left for Manila 2 days after he became a member. Then he met my mother. Then there goes another chapter of my mom and dad’s love story which is quite exciting actually but i digress if i blog about it like my dad having a longkatuts for a gf before my mom or my mom’s ex bf named “Danny.”
Anyhoo, my mum and dad should have used acne cream when they were younger. They experienced a lot, and stress can trigger acne. hihi.
I’ve missed a lot! Eksena manila, experimental psych, football training, and a sponsored review due yesterday. What is motherfucking wrong with me? I also miss my high school friends, SOME blogger friends, mogwai, cubaoX, it’s been ages since i’ve seen those. Me so emo, i wanna die.
I just wanna go hikikomori on all these commitments that i’m holding right now. But if i do, i know for a fact, that it will be the death of me.
How many times do i have to tell myself, learn to say no. Goddamit… and buy Leptitrex.
Last night was hellish. My blockmates and i went to celebrate the end of prelims week as well as the birthday of sort-of-popular-because-he’s-a-college-bball-player classmate, who despite his mad skills in bball, is still single and you can pm me if you want his number. Anyhow. Everything went well until it rained so hard that P. Noval became a wtfomg pacific ocean. We’re stuck inside a restaurant-cum-bar that offers beer. Mother fuckin beer. So, since we were stuck there, might as well enjoy the night. We decided to drink our woes away.
As it was flooding a melange cockroaches and dead mice at the streets of p. noval, we were flooding ourselves with beer and all things “legal.” A friend from other college brought a portable beerbong that killed sort-of-popular-because-he’s-a-college-bball-player classmate and another classmate whom let’s call, mr. i’m-a-virgin. They just died, and i can’t leave them behind because i’m such a good friend like that. hihi So i was stranded in Noval with two men double my size who are dead. It’s actually a good thing that nobody among us brought a car that night. DUI is uncool, and car insurance is so important nowadays.
Kids, if you’re wanna have fun, know your limitations. But it’s actually a good experience that brought bonding among us blockmates. hihihi
Wow! I have 2 long exams tomorrow and i still have the guts to go online. I just can’t leave plurk behind. When i study, i still think of plurk… what is wrong with me? Is this even normal?
Anyhoo. I just want you to know that Zero Halliburton is the coolest and i can’t attend the wordpress wordcamp on September. Sucks i know, but i have a different agenda on that day. I’ve committed on that one since god knows when so i just can’t let it pass this time. Maybe i can cum on Philippine blog awards but who knows. I’m quite excited aktuli. Last time i saw bryanboy there and took a picture with him. Then i realize that i look like him/her/it and i’m thinner than him/her/it. Que horror.
I’m really enjoying spanish lessons with senora. I can’t type the letter /enye/ ‘coz of this laptop. What the fuck? This entry is so random. hehe! Make love not war. Sabaw utak ko ngayun dahil sa pukinanginang Experimental Psychology and Persons and family relations due tomorrow.
My 8-8-8 was sort of fail. I ruined my 8-7-8 for a good 8-8-8 but it never happened. Nothing spectacular or magical or shining shimmering splendid happened.
Coke event was interesting. Jester and i were wondering… are we that old? We can’t hardly recognize the faces of bloggers that went there. Well, of course there are some that are still there, but i guess i miss the faces of some hardcore bloggers that i know. I don’t know, the coke event bored me. Some say the previous one is better… latak na lang daw nung nakaraan yung ngayun. Anyhoo, maybe because since the Trinoma food tour, i stopped attending blog events. I’ve no idea on who’s the who’s who of blogging nowadays. Maybe i need to blog hop more often, but Plurk killed blog. And i’m busy.
I felt as though i was virgin once again. Good thing, some of my pips were there to comfort me. Besides beer, there’s shisha, and funnysexy oh… and docmnel. ahihi. Which made me realize that theres a possibility of putting “blogger” and “gorgeous” in one sentence. I chillaxed with Undertaker, John Lapus, Saminella & friends and a girl named Sheng Lotaco. They’re nice. Too bad some pips weren’t there. Boo for them.
Awkward moment is when mycamyx approached me for a picture. LOL! I swear that’s weird. I know i’m conceited and confident and mayabang and oh-so-sexy, but when stuff like that happens i tend to step back and hunch like a cocoon or something idiomatic for being shy. Good thing i’m wearing my gwapo jacket and anti-paparazzi cap. Anyhoo…
8-8-8 will only pass once in a lifetime. As well as 8-9-8, 8-10-8 and so on… everyday is once in a lifetime, ENJOY AND GET HIGH! But first, i need to study for prelims next week, so i can buy a plasma mount for our TV.
I enjoyed the food and beer and ambiance at Taste Asia btw. See you pips again next time.
