I am just so thankful.

Lastnight: I am not able to write any article. My aunt is shouting and shouting and shouting every after 5 minutes to stop me from doing anything and force me to sleep uber early... So I carry the laptop near the printer so the usb cord is reachable, and print a four-page research. I then hit the Windows logo and click on the Shutdown button. When shut down, I...I inch my way to my room, get my sketch pad and scribble some words to start an article. Feeling bored, I stretch my arm above my head and tap the bed sheet, looking for my phone. There are ten unread messages from Anna, Kuya Chubs, Ate Tots, Aya, unregistered number, and Cat-cat. I reply them all and put my phone back. I am so sleepy now. I'm lying on my back, sleeping, and putting everything aside, even my article. (sobs)

I am just so thankful.

Today: I am scolded because I slept late and woke up late. Plus I forgot to turn the light inside my room off. I'm so unlucky to day. So 11pm is late for her, but yea, waking up at 10am is really late. She is then nagging about how lazy, stupid, dumbass, and useless I am. It's okay though. Im used to it. Gaah.. Her mood swings after she steams puto hahaha it is very very delicious! Oishi! I forget to attend the mass too... And I am so bored. Anyway, Thanks to agaw Paolo. Thanks very much. What more can I say? I am saved from making another article.... again. Yehey.

I am just so thankful.

Tomorrow: I'm going to watch New Moon. I'm so far behind. But it doesn't matter, does it? And I'm going to call the City Jail's Hotline: 521-0416 to confirm the warden about my permission to interview prisoners. Ugh. My article is taking too long a time to write. It's not my fault, though. The letter was not handed to me beforehand.

AT THE FUCKING MOMENT: Uncle and Aunt just bought Christmas balls and lights. They're currently hanging them on the wrecked plastic tree! AND I HATE THOSE! I am not a Christmas hater or what. But I hate those fucking things: they put it on the wrong place at the wrong time. OH BLOODY GHOUL. I'll take pics of it at the right time.

For the mean time:

  Recommending my agaw Paolo's blogger!

(for being so good to me and for doing all the articles. And for all the pressures...

Keep smiling. You'll get use to it)

Really, I saw scattered sheets on the table inside the cubicle the whole day.

And really I felt something odd. Wry. Plus I felt sorry for my agaw Paolo for saving our asses and changing all those crappy articles to life. I wish I could help. But since I am not that good enough, I have to sit on  a corner and watch him bleed. Sad.

Speaking of agaw: just another picshur of yoouuu...

Let me tell you a story: see this face? This happy face turned into a stressful, tense and sweaty one. haha. The reason why: he was editing articles, messy articles actually. Imagine his face totally distorted to an unsmiling and unhappy one. forget the story i still have articles to write about. Okay. I would like to say this again: gaw sorry I haven't done anything to help you. AND YOU'LL GET USED TO IT. YOU'LL BE THE FEATURE EDITOR (OR ASSOC PERHAPS) either way, it's a sureball, you'll get a position. So when are we gonna celebrate? don't forget the DRINNKKSS...

PLANS LATER: craap...wash the dishes house made is doing something. make coffee after bath. write scenarious for maladies. write an entry in Livejournal. don't forget to sleep. don't get confuse. and FFF I LOVE MY AUNT TODAY, SHE BOUGHT ME SOMETHING. WOHOO.

I am bored. And I left Lj as what it had been. I wanted to blog about my day's affair but am very sleepy now though I'm able to write this unintelligibly:

10 Effective Ways to Prevent Sour Graping

During Christmas

“It’s Christmas time in the city…” Oh la la~ Christmas is here again – every morning’s chilly, twinkling lights of different colours shine every night, people are now soft and kinda cheesy, and all those odd feelings you’ve never felt months earlier. Amid all those mind-sets, you tend to have this uber cool attitude – that is, spending much money for gifts, decors and foods! Cool enough yo~! And so at the end of your shopping bizarre you start sour graping…pity. So here are the 10 effective ways I myself formulated to prevent sour graping. This is effective, I tell you. Spur your self and read on! And oh, you have to explain it yourself. I don't sour grape thank goodness that am thrifty :D

1. Don’t be so ambitious
2. Don’t think about it
3. Know your budget
4. Try to know what you are
5. Be contented
6. Cheap things are good and useful things
7. Have a low perspective
8. Go get some good friends
9. Think twice
10. Look at the picture below: 
    

 Gaaaddd this is so sweet. Im thirsty!! :p

This will really forget you from sour graping...

should i pull agaw's leg again? or leave him today? okay, i'll leave him today

wont piss him atm :p

Currently on the loose to find Ate nobie's picture....

Beneath thy fear,

I've come for thee.

So I work for thee,

And thy love is what I'm setting free...

-rancid and bored. i have come this far for what, reach nothing but a hill full of sorrows and pains. let this come and light my sight. the only thing i see fluctuates my heart, that even a single brush, and hush, shiver me entirely. the world is an easy place. but it is so incomprehensible. once you get by, you'll die. once you'll die, you'll long be forgotten. how sad. we tried, by far, by love, to do things in the simplest way yet fall down to the hardest. i have come this far. i have loved this far. but nothing made me die for one. i take no hesitations, i take no excuses. i take nothing but a single human heat that will warm my heart in peace and in comfort. trouble me with nothing but love. shower me nothing but comfort. touch me with nothing but pleasure. everything i'll take, from you. no one but from you.   

I had to admit

Five things so I can be consistent:

First of all: I don’t have any motivations to write something about our tied-up article. It is probably because of what paolo shared to me: she has been a friend and I have been considering her as my sister. It really turns me down. It breaks my heart. But I have to move on. I can. I always can. It will be hard though. I have to like move away, isolate myself and forget everything she had said. She said she sympathized me but I don’t think she really does. After everything she had said? Ouch. Really, truly, and bloody hurts. Somebody inspire me now!

|I don’t want war or anything else. Never dreamed of it actually. I understand her. It was entirely my fault. I know. For me to use paolo was a stupid, crazy, selfish act. I paid the price. (What price?) But she shouldn’t have said she’s okay, that she forgave me and all. I thought she was really okay. But she was not. And cuz, maybe it’s time that I have to like really move away from you. (As if you care anyway :D) I don’t want both of your relationship to have an alga just because of me. But then again, IT WAS MY FAULT. PERIOD.|

Second of all: Just got scolded by my aunt coz she doesn’t want me to use the computer anymore. Her reason? She said I am not studying my lessons. I wonder why she’s not used to it. On the other hand, I feel sorry for her: she bought a power-slim or whatever it’s called that’s put around the belly like belt and then vibrates (and pretty noisy). And I laughed out loud after she complained that their air-conditioner won’t work. Karma?

Third of all: I am so fucked up! I hate my chef’s uniform. It’s so large. I look like a scarecrow! Plus the bulging-tummy tailor hasn’t stitched my black pants yet. 

Fourth of all: Cat2 is finally enrolled in LSU. She’s even my classmate in English2! AND PE2 for crying out loud!!! WTF is wrong with her. Ok fine. I need to go on…

Fifth of all: Ahm. I think now’s the time to reveal my hidden and undiscovered talents!

My only talents:

1. Making weird and funny faces in front of the 43-inch tall x 28-inch wide mirror inside my room;

2. Talking to my self whenever I’m alone;

3. I CAN OFTEN SMELL LIQUOR ANYWHERE;

3. I can drink 5 cups of coffee at once. Is that wrong?

  This is PAOLO raw and unedited, btw

haha sorry 'bout this cuz. juz wanna have some fun :p peace!! 
photo by knowbee

More talents hereon

Baby baby baby I love the desktop!

Windows 7 and its Sticky Notes... cool...

Plus a sip from The Friday Night Boys music cup, Chasing A Rockstar.

>CONFUSED BETWEEN LIVEJOURNAL AND BLOGGER<

Tonight things have been so dreadful. I can't concentrate. I cant sleep. I feel so alone. I cant even breath. Sounds so lame and gay, but i dont care. This is what i fucking feel. Please help. My heart is pounding hard, it's beating so fast yet so slow... I don't want to be alone. And I feel so wasted knowing that I don't have someone to talk to. I've been drunk for the whole week, and I'm used to go with true people, especially Paolo. It's like going out with a girl, though I have to keep a distance away because he is actually not a girl. (I meant no offense) If he was a girl, and if I were somebody else, I would have like taken him seriously. He's bubly and all. And am happy that am his friend. Melvin was bubly as well which basically means bubly people do like me, or the other way around.

But honestly, after what happened last night in the city hall, I dont think I'll still join the drinking society of Paolo. Because he has his group of friends and I don't feel like I fit in plus PW relayed something his friends said. So uh, that was fine but I have to like move away...?

Tonight my brain is unstoppable. Two hours ago Tingog pipz went to the wake of our dearest friend.  And I dont know what to do with this. My brain is thinking about him. The very reason why I dont want to see someone  lying inside the box. But because I liked him and he's been a part of my life, and that I idolized him, I had to look at him and say my farewell... I dont have regrets though. I'll overcome this phobia in time. In goodness' time.

Tonight myself and I have this weird and wired arguments: Why am i posting an entry here?! I'm not supposed to write an entry like this. Wry, so i kind of did it anyway. This entry's supposed to be posted in Lj.

I DONT MIND ANYTHING AT ALL.

~NA NA NA~

unfathomed chalice

The moment's gone undone.

Words have burst and died

Which fold a lite by might

And turns upright and tight.

Thing's changed, time's lost a track.

I knew I failed yet my glee survived.

Though life's untold amid its fuzz,

And the sun has set to turn a-page.

I crave to last in the world's ablaze.

To free myself from the endless hurt,

To mock the fate and all's in hand

And live in an immortal life...

I'd then feel what love a man can have,

Which turns his gloom to a merry-mind.

And doubt may not his curious fate,

Would turn on rage with his thousand face...

With all I have, what's all I want,

Is anew taste of afresh a scent,

That excites my nerves and sparkle my eyes,

'Til your face, your eyes, your body's carved to heart.

Come to me and fill it in,

I know you want my body's delight

Your eyes are not but its telling me lies.

But then come and lets take it all at once.

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

I think it is but I care not at all

Since you excite my bloody eyes

And ring my boring ears.

And now I see. I see none at all.

But you, oh you. Your tenous eyes...

And now I hear. I hear none at all.

But you, oh you. Your wicked laughters...

My lust remains until it's mended. Okay

And who would mend? I dare to ask.

Oh. I think none but you. Only you.

Who grips me from the start, to, hopefully, the end.

***********************************************************

"I've been with you for like years now(?) And this is not the usual thing that you're gonna hear me say: I don't know how to start. I don't even know this is right. What I know is what I feel - it's weird. I want you to know that - what I feel right now is weird. And I want to drink and talk, because what I feel is weird. So weird."

 

Plus: Im following this amazingly fine community in Livejournal - it's a photo blog from different Lj users actually. Users usually upload good photos here, but I don't really know why I joined this comm.

Here it is: http://community.livejournal.com/lj_photophile/

 

 

MOUTHWATERING

First week of school had been tough and challenging...

(hahaha)

 COFFEE HELPED ME A LOT!

AND I KNOW AM GONNA NEED THIS MORE OFTEN.

INTOXICATED

By Elbert Maceda

The smell fluctuates my heart;

It gives life to endless hurt.

Then tears would soon come and burst,

‘til it’s o’er and some light appears in sight.

                                      

The dose then kicks my nerves;

So my lungs expand to feed its thirsts.

Though my mind is all in crescendos,

‘til the hapless strength wanes, and then wholly dies…

The transparent glass energizes my body;

Shoulders shiver and body wiggles.

It feels like moving but not moving at all,

Even if the eyes are closed, the images distort.

I love thee oh brewed liquor that blurs my vision;

Which soothes my throat and reserves my gut,

That one’s lust arouse and hides may not

‘til make love is nothing, but the only thing that’s left to do.

Oh bottle! Oh bottle! To you I cry:

Fill me with throttle and whip your buckle.

Let it be kept and hauled inside me,

(That “the ol’ nave and transept” is strong and dangly erected.)

So to end the day intoxicated – and tomorrow’ll be intoxicating once more.

First day of school sucks. That's all.

ROLEPLAYING

*Da-da-da-dan!*

I did it~! I had sex big time! Although it was through writing my character. And I needed 4 nonstop cups of black coffee (Maxwell) and a meat bread to write the whole thing in one time.

Click on the title to read the story and the sex scene is on the last three paragraphs.

Scattered Entry

Scattered but True:

1. Second entry and I'm done: I was about to write an enticing entry for me that would have included random people... but due to my 'moody' laziness, I've decided to pass it by. I had the draft and all.  But I'll do it next time though.

2. Facebook is s-swinging my mood. I'm kinda excited looking at people popping in and out in the chatbox. Plus I'm posting entries here more often than in Livejournal. 

3. PHOTO AGAIN. I remembered Pure Eve's party. Pics are in my flash drive, waaaah.. I can't stop looking at her over and over again. Though daaaahg I past is past 

Photo credit: who-knows-who?

Photo story: After the party, when we had dinner and all, Pipit asked her official

photographer to take shots. In the pic are: (right to left) Neil, Pure, Keith,

Share, Dominic, Adhel, Gilde, and Elbert.

4. PHOTO II. Just had Adobe Photoshop's Serial Key. Courtesy of Kuya Jayphi. So I used it in making the banner above and editing this photo below:

Photo credit: knowbee

Photo caption: I looovee the pleasure.

Gimme some m-mooree.

Currently inside the monotonous house-like structure thinking about things I should've not thought about. But it's about time to eat atm, and I'm gonna go to the Red Cross Chapter after to have my ID renew. If I feel like going anyway. I feel like I'm being so jerk today. I don't know why. Add that boredom I can never recover from. ARGH. I want to have sex big time and an over-loaded alcohol inside my body... bwahahaha.

*THAT, I'M BORED*

BLOG ON THE LOOSE.

I heard my phone ringing. (Where's the strike-through?)

*Drum-roll* Introducing! The trending blogs on Blogger! *Drum-roll*

Same old stories?? I guess not. This prolongs the usual sense of blogging, anyway, but I'm thankful to have Ate Nobie's Where Photos Lay Buried and Paolo's The Fill. HAHA. They're gonna break-loose:
Paolo's The Fill is gonna be like a fashion-dash sort of thing(?) not sure. But I'm excited about his future articles coz its entries are really promising...
While Ate Nobie's Where Photos Lay Buried is an expressionist buuuhhaaa... It's all about photos!! Uh, like a pro..

As for me: Am gonna follow my usual formula, my own trend - cross-posting blogs. Hehe. Plus
my own photos. Uh. Uh.Uh. (am gonna beg my aunt first for the camera 8D)

Photo credit: knowbee
Photo story: Nothing to do with this blog, though. This photo was
taken from Daminar, Oroquieta during the CPO-Tingog
Semestral Evaluation - day two, when I had
a hang-over, plus worst hyper-acidity.

Currently on the loose looking for a nice topic to post about. I want this blog to be different - to have a fucking identity more than a self-centered blog. ARGH.