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To summarize this day with a smiley.

~_~;

Fvck you, you moron! I'll harpoon you in the eye the next time you utter another stupid comment! Shoo, you closeted faggot!

Escapism

To hell with my exam and paper due tomorrow. I'm staying online.

Now here's something tickling my juvenile sensibilities.

Boku wa kuma kuma kuma kuma
I am not a car bear bear bear
I can't walk but I can dance
I can't talk but I can sing
I am a bear bear bear bear

I am a bear bear bear bear
I hate fighting bear bear bear
My rival is fried shrimp
I was probably chocolate in a previous life
I am a bear bear bear bear

Bonjour! Je m'appelle Kuma. Comment ca va?

I am a bear bear bear bear
The winter is sleepy bear bear bear
In the evening, "Goodnight, Mr. Pillow"
In the morning, "Good morning, Mr. Pillow"
I am a bear bear bear bear

In the evening, "Goodnight, Mr. Pillow"
In the morning, "Good morning, Mr. Pillow"
I am a bear
Mama bear bear

You should check out the music video. Kawaii!

Patulan Ko Kaya?

"My Communication Research 101 group needs participants for a focus group discussion for our final term paper. If you’re below twenty-five years old, currently living, staying or studying in Metro Manila, and watches films in commercial cinemas at least once every three months, you might be who we need... We will provide your transportation and food, and something extra."-Bikoy of bikoy.net

I wonder what that something extra would be. If it'd a freebie(s), I'd be more than content considering I wouldn't have to pay for my own transportation and there's free food. Yun yun eh! Though it wouldn't hurt if it's money. *Crosses fingers* Haha.

What worries me in the event I accommodate Bikoy's call is that I'd have nothing significant to contribute come the actual FGD itself. As most of you know, when it comes to things like this I just shut my foul mouth, listen attentively to everything that's being said (eavesdropping come so naturally to me), and observe like an FBI profiler (more like a stalker). It'd be embarrassing to waste Bikoy's precious time. Haha.

Plus, I might do something klutzy and idiotic out of sheer starstruck state. I have been reading his blog for almost four years now, you know. But I really want the free food and extra stuff. Because I'm a cheapskate like that.

AnimEmo

I just finished re-watching all the episodes of Fruits Basket. It moved me so much that throughout the marathon I frequently found myself shedding tears to the tribulations of Tohru or a member of the Sohma family, or grinning from ear to ear out of kilig as Kyo, despite his temper and regardless how roughly, manages to manifest his fondness for Tohru. Sigh.

After I finish watching an anime like Fruits Basket, I can help but be emotionally attached to the characters that it's hard to let go and move on, especially if with those characters I have been able not only to sympathize but to empathize as well. The anime may have left me craving for more, in-denial, and, yet again, feeling down; but it's okay. I can't grasp the words that exactly describe how I feel. Right now, I only can say that I'm delightedly depressed. Eek, manic depression!
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Geekness aside, my cellphone I haven't yet found and, I think, find it I never will. Baka, baka! I didn't want to resort to lying to my mom that the cellphone was snatched, but I can't think of another way to dodge further lecturing, that is, nagging.

The hands of fate, through Norman, keep on bringing us, AJ and I, together. Nothing, not his luck in that card game, his average intellect (mucho bobito), nor my bankruptcy can repel my starstruck self from him.

The moon glows beautifully in all its fullness. The full moon, the fool's moon.

This entry rains with commas. Wala lang.

Only If Moving on Were Easy

In time, there will come a day when everything is just a memory. "With Honey and Clovers"

Celly, Where Are You?

I can't find my cellphone. I seem to have left it in the CE tambayan. Stupid.

Kirby is such a cutie. I'm currently playing him, um, it on Nintendo DS. To be exact, I'm poking him, um, it with the mouse pointer, on a PC emulator.

SSShit early tomorrow. Um, I mean later.

Oh, borerandomness.

Traveling

Traveling kimi wo
Traveling nosete
Asufaruto wo terasu yo
Traveling doko he
Traveling iku no?
Tooku nara doko he demo

Katipunan, Cubao, Buendia, Quezon Avenue, UP, Quezon Avenue, Buendia, Quezon Avenue, UP, Katipunan.

I adore Professor Valcarcel and her grandmotherly ways; but the SSS Makati Branch, fifty-hour field work of our BA 126 Controllership class is a real pain in the neck. To my feet and to my pocket, too. I walk long distances, stand in infinite queues, and shell out for transporation expenses that I shouldn't really be incurring if not for this SSShit.

However, looking on the brighter side of things (and I'm sarcastic), riding the MRT is a real experience. The thrill of wrestling with total strangers, fighting my way to squeeze my twig of a body inside the shuttle; clasping the handrails, in the process acquiring a gazillion germs; inhaling, fainting at the warm stench of halitosis and body odor. And little did I know the MRT could be a venue for flirting (until, of course, I flirted), again, with complete strangers. Haha. Kadire!

When I was riding a jeepney in Makati, this certain passenger's eyes caught my own. If he (another certain someone) had a brother, certain passenger would look like him (certain someone's hypothetical brother). I swear he's (certain passenger) a real dead ringer. Makes me want to take back whatever I said. Not.

FYI: For You, Idiot

I cannot overemphasize on this, and I reiterate: Mate na ka; e na ka magbalik dyang kapilan, putanaidumong bugok kang mabolang-bolang ka!

Lisya!

E na ka magbalik! Putanaidumo, mate na ka!

Average Joe

Oh my fvcking goodness! I'm watching AJ's videos on YouTube. This is so fvcking embarassing, but I just couldn't stop myself.

He can dance, he can sing (Would you believe?) Unfortunately, he just isn't telegenic. He can writhe, caterwaul, convulse, wail as much as his skills and his passion can permit, but the television just doesn't give his looks justice. I would just have to content myself with his MTh poker sessions with the SE Men. Sigh.

What else is there to do on a boring Sunday night? (Drink your whiskey!)

Pokerific

I didn't expect to win. Yeah, right. I did expect to win, but to put it more nicely, I hoped to win. And win did I. Yeah, baby!

Actually, I was close to disqualification even before the tournament began. I woke up at 9:15 AM when the set start time was 9 AM. Good thing SE Men were kind enough to move it to 10:30 and wait for me. Nah. They were hoping for more people to register.

The event started with a raffle, and Lucky Me Pancit Canton, I won a bottle of St. George blended whiskey. Not bad. In the elimination round, I was designated to a table with a cute, baby-faced, Chinito JMA-er (Here I go again.) Not bad. I placed second in our table (Raymond Silva, you know, Janna Garcia's Raymond, placed first) so that meant I qualified for the finals. Not bad.

There should have been a semis but the winners opted to have us eight in one final round. I was against it because I had higher chances of getting beaten in a table of eight players. I just reluctantly concurred lest I get beaten physically by seven, virile lads. I wouldn't want that, would I? Or wouldn't I? Joke.

But guess what, I managed to stay in the game until there were only three of us left. I must have been really lucky. Although, the chip leader was luckier. I went all in against him with my chips. I had a straight hand. The darn bastard had one, too. I lost at the turn of the river card. Fvcking shit.

I was aiming for first place and failed. Anyway, I had a fun time poker-ing and poker-facing people (I should be called Botox Boy.) At least, I realized I could be good at something: deceiving people. *Hisses*

Now, what to do with the whiskey? Hmm. And oh, I have a medal. Haha.

P.S. Thanks and congratulations to The UP Society of Emancipated Men. Special mention to the First Lady. Haha. I'll definitely join the next "Call or Fold" poker tournament next sem. And win.

Biter-biteran

Irreplaceable

Everything you own in the box to the left, in the closet, that's my stuff, if I bought it, please don't touch.

Since I'm not your everything, how about I'll be nothing, nothing at all to you? I won't shed a tear for you, I won't lose a wink of sleep because the truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy.

Resentment

Loving you was easy once upon a time. I just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me.

I know she was attractive, but I was here first. I've been with you for six years, why did I deserve to be treated this way by you? I know you're probably thinking what's up with me, I been crying for too long. What did you do to me? I used to be so strong. Now, you took my soul. I'm crying, I can't stop crying.

The Infatuation of Ivan Rico

Someone combo-slap me in the face, back to sanity. Now na! This feeling I've had too much, too many times in a span of, what, one year? Eek, hormonal outrage!

I've just crossed Instsik Bewa's name out my list. He can knock as much as he wants, but I'm not anymore opening my door for him. Haha. As if.

Amboy, he's done for. The fair-skinned bwitch has completely bedazzled him, and now he's like a little puppy chasing the bwitch's tail. God, save that poor puppy from the clutches of evil!

Sigh. Sixto's (help me create a better code name) not going to the poker tournament after all. So, so , so sad. Tomorrow may not be a lucky day to play. What do you think, should I call or fold? Corny, kadire! (Had I been the organizer I would've named the event "Hold or Fold". It ryhmes and sounds better. Wenk. For more epal lang.)

The Melancholy of Ivan Rico

As each day goes by, the thought of taking my own life grows more appealing. I'm pretty confident I'm still within the bounds of psychological normalcy, but my suicidal thoughts even freak me at times. If my depression perpetuates for long enough, I worry that I may reach a point where I end up realizing my morbid visions.

This depression is by far the most intense I've ever had to the point that it's already crippling me. Combine my incurable laziness and this brand of depression, and you'll have a worthless piece of existential chickenshit wallowing in self-pity and hopelessness.

It's exhausting enough dealing with my inner demons, and external, negative forces still add up to the weight of my burden. My back will break any minute. (Ay, how can that be; am I not spineless?) A broken back, a broken heart, broken everything.

Yes, I'm depressed. I want the world to care. I want the world to console me. Asa ka pa, gago! Then what?

Oh My God... Nairaos Rin ang Talent Night!

I should be posting something psycho-dramatic right now, but I've been too fvcking (Feel kong magmura, bakit?) depressed to finish it. Paradoxical, noh? Depression's what's inspired me to write, yet it's also what's been keeping me from writing.

I'll set my depression and suicidal thoughts aside for the moment. Today has been quite cheerful (cheerful?) for me to whine and to give my readers (feelingero?) migraine. I'll savor this temporary high until it lasts, until the fists of depression knock me down again.

Lalala. I had no 115 (Prof. Valcarcel really reminds me of my dead lola that's why she's close to my heart. Haha.) and 151 today. Whee! Fifteen hours of sleep equals pounding headache and sore back.

I'm too lazy to enumerate everything that happened so I'm cutting this short. Talent Night has been fairly successful. Strike out "fairly". Overconfidence. Haha. Save for the bland spaghetti.

I'm going to see again Elmer tomorrow after a very long time. (So?) And I forgot to mention, I had a very, very quick conversation with Amboy, but the bitch was beside him. Shit. Nonetheless, kilig for me.

^_^

Mico, Me Ko

I'm starstruck yet again. Kilig! It seems Elmer is plummeting further down on my dream-the-impossible-dream list. Although a magical moment cannot be denied when he was mere inches from me and my grasping gaze on the OrgPres night. At least, on my part. What do you expect from one-sided relationships?

The Disappearance of Ivantot

After all the brutal kicking and violent jamming the CPU of my PC has received from me, it finally gave in and died on me. Indefinitely. Waah!

I really, really pray that my hard drive has not been damaged. I will throw tantrums to death if I cannot anymore recover some of my most precious collections: my music and porn files.

Life without Internet connection sucks big time. It's worse than the Lenten season when nothing is aired on TV but Lenten-y programs that will bore you comatose or delude you into repentance and resolution.

Sigh. My life is shitty. My life has never been shittier. My life is shit. Period.

Until then.