Hiphop Abs, anyone? Wahaha. It feels like this is one big joke that the world is slapping on me. I tried it yesterday, and it felt good. Oversleeping didn’t help, though. My butt and whole back hurt. Anyway..

Someone told me to say yes to every guy who asks me out. I told him I’m no whore. Basically, it’s the girl’s choice whether she wants to go out or not. It’s not just a way to secure her future from growing old into a spinster, but it’s also a way to protect herself. Now I agree with what my highschool teachers taught us — your power is the power to say no. Dear, if you just understand that hookups are no way to create good relationships because they only want you for one thing, then you’ll probably have a better chance in getting the good ones who won’t leave you a minute after you give them heaven..or hell. Be no man-ho, please.



“Ah so hifhop ka na pala ngayon?” “Oo. Parang ang saya ko lagi pag nakikinig ako non eh” “AKO RIN! HAHAHA”

So did you guys hear about how mainstreamers are helping  Emo people down in some country in South America? Emos are being condemned to hello on earth because they’re known to be so depressed and suicidal. Why not help them out?

I got that from a friend, and while I was comprehending each syllable, the only thing I could think about was that I’m so glad I’m not too down these days. In fact, I’ve been trying to make the most of my time at home. It’s one of the very dragging Thursdays where I’ve got nothing to do but stare at that Five Or More game in Ubuntu. I should have gone to school to study (or walk around and talk about random things) but laziness got the better half of the day. At least I did the laundry and cleaned my jungle of a closet. It has been a while since this page got some vitamin blog. I feel like I’m making you drool on the keyboard from falling asleep due to the utter boredom. I need practice. Hehe.

So, the project I worked so hard on for two weeks got a borderline B+/A. I don’t think my effort is even reaching the standards I used to have way before procrastination, laziness and mediocrity were in my vocabulary.  Speaking of school, I posted all the formal graduation pictures in my multiply. I hope Sixtreme likes them. Heh. We all had espasol slash pang kabaong faces. Hopefully the school would not make the same mistake in choosing that photo company. Haha.

Ahh. High school. The time of my life when I learned that the world is not flat – it’s not even round. The past is still my general justification to my current actions and attitudes. Maybe the future can help, but that’s very unpredictable compared to what had already passed. I just hope this gets better – like getting a call back or making pastillas de leche in the middle of the night.


Let’s play a game. I’m going to flip a coin. If it’s an even number heads, you’re safe. If it’s not, you’re going to do stuff for me. If you are not able to reach my expectations, you’re going to suffer little by little. As you progress, the consequences will become trickier, harder. I’m going to take away your shield, then your helmet, until you are completely naked. You will earn back one article of clothing once you fulfill my orders. Everybody will witness this game, but do not worry. You are the only player, so no matter what you do, you cannot win or lose. It’s a matter of perspective whether you triumphed over yourself or you’re going to walk away with a big L on your forehead.

Once you start this game, you cannot stop it from taking everything away from you. Hush now. You will get a reward every time you pass a level. You’ll become more human as you near nakedness. You’re going to feel how people should feel because they say so. This is how everybody wants you to learn. My dear, all the things you have to do are what you deserve. Bear all the hardship just as great people in the past did. People will say you’re a hero once you have finished the game, yet they will say you are very gullible for flipping the coin and doing all that work for nothing. If, by any chance, you decide to walk out in the middle of the frenzy, you will be called a joke. a coward. worthless. But you will also be praised for not putting up with the malicious authority. Do you want to be a hero or a joke?

Do you want to play?



Lo and behold. My future children’s names: // I know they’re going to hate me for it.

Zacharee Rain
Periwinkle — just kidding.
that’s it for now. procrastinating won’t do any good. i’ll add more later.

Forgive and Forget Me Not.

Hello 9pm.  Today was pretty dramatic considering how I told myself to stop feeling anything towards everything…which is very likely to be dissolved in a few moments. After coding the whole day, I still can’t get the damn thing to work. But I love it. All the crazy classes are making no sense. No idea what to do next.

Youth to no-longer-young-people. Apparently, it’s hard to believe what you tell us if you do and act otherwise. When you need something, don’t hesitate to ask…courteously. We’re not robots. You know how we feel. You SHOULD know how we feel considering that you claim to have experienced more than we have.  If you’re wiser than us, don’t just expect us to try to understand you. You’re supposed to understand us more.

Mariah Carey’s making me exaggerate stuff since she’s drowning all the snores in the background. But anyway,  I want to be Thumbelina. It doesn’t matter if I become waaaay smaller even if I already am. She has her prince who can sing AND fly.

Stubborn like a rock.

Buckets or Dips.

Very tiring day.

Merit-wise, extremely unproductive.

The rest of my life remains questionable.

Elaborating any further shall create issues which my current issues would have to give way to. Furthermore, I’d rather not bore you till your brain melts out of your ears.

Certain things need a sprinkle of enthusiasm on them though:

  • Please release her from the bondage of American fame. She looks awful in Halloween costumes with one sided layers every week.
  • I am human, and I make mistakes. You can’t expect me to feel like a robot all the time.
  • Let him lose. All my guy friends would be mad at me, but you’re the sexists. not me.
  • Laughable.
  • Do I have a choice?

Tylenol, please.

The Firefly Who Got Lost – Again.

Once upon a time, there was a firefly. That firefly had no place to stay so the firefly wandered and wandered. Then he found many other creatures like his own. They welcomed him into their habitat. After months and months of getting to know the place, they found another firefly lost just like him. That stout firefly said he wanted to eat what the first lost firefly was eating, to drink what the first lost firefly first drank, and to sleep where the first lost firefly initially rested his butt upon. They said they had other places but this lost firefly insisted. The first lost firefly had to go somewhere else, and in the process, got lost again. Maybe it’s a cycle. The firefly had to look for food to survive. Thankfully many other fireflies knew how he felt, and they helped him. The firefly was thankful that there are many other places besides his past abode, but in his anger, he threw a dirty glance at the wretched firefly sitting on his favorite branch. Then he flew away.

Maybe it just irritates my stomach lining how that second firefly would be born with such guts.

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