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Monday, December 26, 2005
Maayong Pasko kaninyong tanan!
Christmas this year is dreamy. I don't want to wake up. I want to stay here. I wrote new poems. Happy poems. What an achievement.
Christmas this year is dreamy. I don't want to wake up. I want to stay here. I wrote new poems. Happy poems. What an achievement.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
I took a spontaneous leap of glee on my way to the dorm. Yup. That dark alley where underground gamers mash their girlfriends' faces like soft, velvety potatoes. Ate was freaked, of course. She didn't know that I didn't have classes anymore. Tomorrow and Wednesday will be spent on spending.
Rawr.
Rawr.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
My mornings (or early afternoons) start with a ceremonial "where am I?" It's a routinary comatose wherein I usually answer with: a.) you're in Nanay's dorm; b.) you're on Trish's bed because you were too lazy to climb to yours, and c.) you are not yet home.
Today's a Sunday, and I have stuff to do for Lit. I'm still living on painkillers, mind you. Wisdom teeth are stupid. I can't chew properly. I'm just going to let it grow. Then my other teeth will suffer. Bwahaha. Complete dentision my arse.
Oh yeah. I actually have money for Christmas shopping. Nowadays, you can't be thoughtful with an empty pocket. Sad.
Today's a Sunday, and I have stuff to do for Lit. I'm still living on painkillers, mind you. Wisdom teeth are stupid. I can't chew properly. I'm just going to let it grow. Then my other teeth will suffer. Bwahaha. Complete dentision my arse.
Oh yeah. I actually have money for Christmas shopping. Nowadays, you can't be thoughtful with an empty pocket. Sad.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Went to the Urbandub gig sa Mag:net Cafe. The place was packed. Cha was with me, dodging ciggie fumes and ranting 'bout how the opening acts sucked (Hehe! Sorry. Too much of the gadgets is cheating). Gabby did his thing... until one his guitar strings flaked. Ahhhh. Roar. I love being Cebuano because Urbandub is Cebuano, and they're the shiz, and that would make me the quasi-shiz.
And I'm hungry, and I want to make Kris Aquino richer by eating Chunkee corned beef.
And I'm hungry, and I want to make Kris Aquino richer by eating Chunkee corned beef.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Asa si Kaliwete? Naa siya sa akong lubot. Hahaha. Kapoy kaayo ning paper sa Filipino. Aylabyu Sir Aris. Pero sorreh. Bisaya koh.
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
Lean a little closer. Roses really smell like. Dead people. First long test in Math. First breakfast since the start of the second semester. We have an assignment for botany tomorrow. Hi ma'am.
Sunday, December 4, 2005
I am tired. Came from mass. Tortang talong. Study wudy. Remind me to download "C'Mon Baby" by Wakefield. Uh huh cheesy sourgum emo.
Click: HERE.
Click: HERE.
Saturday, December 3, 2005
I have new poems.