because i've been keeping too many things in my pocket these days, my phone decided that it can no longer stand being squished alongside stolen goods (guitars, hookah, the entire cerealicious branch...etc) and popped out of my pocket into a pail of a water. understandable. it's summer and my phone wanted a swim. stupid phone, now you're dead.

so this means that no one will be able to contact me until i get a new phone and from the way my mom scolded me just now, i'm guessing that it wouldn't be any time soon. sucks to be me. oh wells, this will at least prohibit me from going out and getting wasted all throughout summer. it will also mean, however, that majority of summer will be spent rotting at home. great.

you fools better log-on ym/msn and keep me company.


and the only way i know i'll be able to quit is if i do it for myself. i think it is high time i do something for myself. sure it's fun watching myself breathe; but what's the point of watching myself breathe when i can barely breathe.

...i'm falling ill. i expect the fever to arrive within a few days.

so the ex-bf (remember him? the one who said i was the worst girlfriend ever) is back after months of communication blackout. how strange. for once we were able to talk civilly to each other. no silly arguments, no weirdness, and definitely no "i hate you for making me cry." it's nice to know he's doing well and finally back in school. despite the way we ended, i guess a part of me still, and will always, care for him. he was once my best friend after all and i am not one to pretend that we never went through anything. but why now?

chase the light

The thing about smoke, a man once told her, is the seductiveness of it; the way it would escape slowly from the lips, rising in swirls before disappearing into the air. “There’s just something enchanting about it,” he had said as they sat by the beach, their shoulders kissing the other. “It’s like for that moment, you can actually see yourself breathe and there’s nothing more cooler than that.” She stared at him: at his profile darkened by shadows cast by trees, his eyes accentuated by the moonlight, his lips pressed against the white stick – pursed and ready to inhale. He was right; there was nothing cooler than watching the other breathe.

[shall not post the rest]

i will not blog about anything in particular today because, all of a sudden, i'm shy of the fact that people actually bother to read the crap i write here. i should learn to keep more things to myself.

by the way, is it really that obvious?

whatever. story time. it's unfinished because my eyes are closing. yawn.

[the rest of the story is still dancing in my head. will post the rest of it when i awake. now i sleep]

sure they may not be the best grades in the whole world (i definitely could have done loads better) but considering that i barely attended school and spent most of the days in a drunken stupor, these grades are great - especially since i'm a dean's lister yet again. sweet. all the days of school i can skip...

i think i'm now a very happy child.
can't you see i'm smiling?

it's course card day tomorrow and for once i am actually scared shitless. i do hope i pass PE, i don't wish to re-take that stupid subject. oh wells, at least i managed a 3.0 for my basic filipino3 and a 4.0 for my creative writing class despite barely attending both classes. i rock.

and not many know this, but i did something recently that i normally would never ever do. i won't expound on it because frankly i'm still weirded out by it. it's a good weird though. it makes me smile. my mother, on the other hand, thinks it's all rather absurd.

night out with the girls and boys tomorrow to settle my nerves and celebrate the end of 3rd year.

as i forced myself out of bed this afternoon, after having finally given up on furthering my sleep due to my mother's incessant shouting that it was time for lunch, i felt a huge ass bruise on my left thigh and an aching left jaw. in fact, the whole left side of my body felt like one big bruise. it felt as if an equator of a man was squashing me silly and if i attempted to push him off he would just begin stabbing my bones with pins and won't stop until i lay completely still. that juxtaposed with the numbness emanated by the right side of my body elevated the pain and made me want to stay in bed the whole day; but since i was hungry and dying of thirst, i decided instead to drag my sleepy-self to the mirror to inspect the damage before i proceeded to tumble downstairs for lunch.

ignoring my horrendous bed hair and crusty eyes, i gingerly lifted the side of my purple shorts and white shirt and found the cause of my aching body - a series of bruises. shit. but that was not enough. apparently my body loves killing me because as i swayed sleepily in front of the mirror trying to remember what happened last night, my poor head decided it was time to torture me with a killer hangover. ouch.

the incident that could possibly explain the bruises would be when one of the boys tackled me to the ground. i was standing (or was it swaying?) with a few of them when i suddenly found myself rolling around in pain before being jerked back up and told to kick the boy who tackled me. this is what i get for being one of the boys: bruises and a hangover.

i had fun nonetheless.
conversation was interesting and the sisig we ate before heading home was pure yum.

p.s: look, i can still write relatively well despite the hangover. i think so anyways.
p.p.s: a friend sometimes calls me Scherbatsky. that makes me laugh.
p.p.p.s: this entry is exaggerated a million degrees.

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(lit block dinner at itallianis, rakrakan series 7 & fairlight pre/post-photoshoot)
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i love these girls because not only are they the only girls here who i am crazy close to but because they also make gossips way more interesting. that's all we basically do when we're together - gossip and bitch about every damn person in the world and laugh till we can't breathe.

so i have a final exam in about 7 hours and here i am blogging instead of stuffing my brain with information that i would probably never use again. i don't test well. i should never be tested because it would just be a waste of time. i probably wouldn't bother reading the questions before filling the paper up or i would probably just write my name and doze off. i don't see the point behind examinations. who gives a damn if i can remember the year Bonaparte crowned himself Emperor? he's dead, what do i care?

but i joke. i test relatively well - if i bother to exert the effort anyways. i've just been a lazy bum these past few months. even walking tires (and bores) the hell out of me. i've annoyed my friends countless of times due to my incessant exclamations of "it's too far" or "carry me" or "i'm tired" after just taking a few steps forward (or sometimes even by just standing up). i'm a sloth. sloths should be shot.

i don't fancy myself being a sloth. weird as it may seem, i actually enjoy the fact that i have a tendency to go all nerdy on people and put my studies first above anything else. i relish in the moments whenever my friends call me a nerd because despite the term garnering a bad reputation, being a nerd isn't that bad at all. sure, people will assume you are a loser who does nothing but stay home and bury your face in a book, but so what? books are love.

strange how i actually say thank you when people make fun of me. i've been called a million names (nerd, loser, slut, whore, bitch...etc) and instead of cursing back at them with my vast vocabulary of chinese curse words, i say thank you, smile and tell them i love them. i'm a hippie. flower power to the extreme people.

no, not really. again i joke. i actually rather punch their faces out, but i'm not much into violence. i fear breaking my wrist and everyone knows how much i treasure my wrist.

gah. what a stupid entry. i used the word 'actually' way too many times.
i actually think it's because i actually lack the vocabulary to actually be a writer. heh.


...and busy week ahead. yay.

thursday - gig (Sucat, Paranaque)
friday - gig (Rakrakan Series 7, Dayo Bar QC)
saturday - recording/photoshoot

i better find time to clean up my mess of a room or mommy will kill me.