Wednesday, November 30, 2005

virgohoro - 11.30.05

The Bottom Line

You've tested the waters long enough -- it's time to delve deep and go for a swim.

In Detail

On the one hand, you're still willing to be patient. On the other hand, you're feeling a bit like Mt. Etna on a bad day. Whether you explode or not is one thing -- but it's definitely time to let your family members see exactly how much fire you can spout. This little-known secret about you is one that you might want to share now: You have one heck of a temper. It doesn't show up much -- but when it does, stand back.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

tanduay for dinner

yet again, yesternight was one of those spur-of-the-moment booze sessions and i got drunk BIG TIME. sheeet, i knew i should have eaten more than a measly burger! i have a so-so alcohol tolerance.. a good meal could have veered me away from intoxication. if you're wondering what happened, well not much.. my head was spinning so fast and it felt like the whole world fell on me. i puked! but this time, i knew better than dumping it on myself.. wehehehehehehe.. leche. i never expected id go down, and when it was time to go home, i almost slept in this waiting shed. leche. shame shame shame. and because i was too weak, when i pissed, i wet my pants a bit. demn. it would have been alright if no one was there but then, my nosy neighbors came around.. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. imagine how my good (hehe) image will be ruined if word of that particular misdemeanor spread. i am sooooooooo.. reckless. careless. this shouldnt happen again. demn. im afraid im going way overboard. this must stop... after saturday. wehehehehehehehehe.. when will i ever learn?

Thursday, November 24, 2005

cousins

i miss:
*bumpcars - we pummeled our opponents. yebah!
*P150 allowance - had the best fun with just that amount of money
*the phony sleep-walking - stabbing totie with that huge comb
*that broken camera - how we fooled the professional skaters into doing stunts for us
*my white miceS - vetsu, shatsu, zatsu, etc. and how we fed them to my cat jurassic
*bath time - as we took turns neath the shower
*hitchhiking - especially when we rode that drunken driver's truck. hahaha
*rollerskating - speed-skating inside krys' cramped sala
*early morning hikes - wearing pajamas and filthy slippers
*crocodiles - what would it be like swimming with that grown carnivore?
*ilang-ilang (pagadian) - when we pretended it was betty's bday . hahaha..
*the beach - we molded rubi with sand mermaid fins
*patintero - my team always won! hahaha..
*late night talks - revelations.
*card games - 1,2,3 pass.. uling! hahahaha..
*x-mas carolling - it was dec 28 yet we managed to take home around P1000. lol.
*my grandparents - lola's singkamas (kindness) and lolo's stories (brilliance)
*everything.

it's 4:13am, i should sleep. childhood, i wish you back.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

this is just perfect...

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do

When boys are just eleven
They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before
They develop curiosity and start to fantasize
About the things they have never thought of doing before
These dreams are no more harmful than
The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires
As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains
It's just a nature walk

It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life

A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl
But not daring to because she might say no
At last he summons up the courage phones
And discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yes
Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected
No-one gets through life without being hurt
At this point the boy who's listening to this song
Is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true

It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do

Small-town dating differs from more urban situations
In particular if there's few places to go
Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade
If they have to almost anywhere will do
A family car, a disused coalmine
A rowing boat or a shed
Experimentation, familiarization
It's all a nature walk

It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life
----

Black Box Recorder - Facts of Life

whores of wednesday

sai AKA a.w. - the stariray (how annoying) i hate wanting you!
ods AKA a.h. - big bad meanie nobody's-spared-from-her-wrath queen of comebacks!
lu AKA p.p. - mastermind!
borj AKA q.c. - hyper go-go dancer! lol.
tunac AKA s.p. - sane sane sane gunner!
roky AKA b.g. - bodyguard/serious jester!
lala AKA h.s. - ever absent yet still present!
eg AKA t.d. - director!
elf truly AKA s.b. - certified dork/yuppie-lookin!
others AKA t.r. - the rest.. wahaha!

sembreak 2005 = english-yappin, beer drinking, joyriding, ledge dancing, videoke singing, isaw-puking, crazy stalking, tapsilog hunting, speed yo-ing, high flying (more like slippin on one's vomit), horny badmouthing, sexy dancing(?), i love you-ing, failed badminton attempts, nerd night outs and so much more. pffffffft... good ol' days. even if it meant bad luck on my part, the fun fun fun more than compensates for it!

quoting sai, "i love you guys, forever and ever and ever always.." bwahahaha.. over OA. leche.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

ciao now

"Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you"

~you heard that right! (never thought that there'd be a mahorna song that i can relate to) please, dont even bother coz it wont make much difference. i've decided, and there's no changing it.. unless ofcourse.. waha.. really, i quit. i've no time to subject myself to ur dullness and alibis. this might not reach u or u myt think im referrin to another person, i really dont care. call me close-minded, AGAIN - i DONT care. itll be clear soon enough. oh well, sayonara!

Monday, November 14, 2005

i'll give this a shot

waaaaaaaaaah... why am i soooo green-minded these past few days? tubag doo! hehehehe... help. that didnt come out so sincere huh? sheeet. im having too much fun. but im not into whatever it is u readers are thinking.. *evil grin* that is if anyone bothers to read my wretched blog.

do u think the teachers in hogwarts hold a spell to "cure" libog? heck no! (wouldnt want them to have a cure either. wen will we ever read an HP book that's really really "action-packed?" wahoooo) i bet they welcome the "mood," strengthen it, even! and why did i come to this generalization? because i'll be watching HP4's premiere this wednesday! (am i making sense? tubag doo! lol) i cant wait! i pray this'll be a better movie than HP3. darnit! and to think HP3 was my fave book in the series.. what a downer. basta for goblet.. expect the worst and hope for the best. wahoo! ang korni. leche. yes, i swear this much! leche.

oh oh oh, i read madonna's book entitled sex.. twas a damn perverted read. perverted but yummy. shit im no pervert, i swear! (uuuuy, defensive) its just exciting to see a diva toying around with models in scandalous positions. and the lines there were pretty liberating, relative to madonna. there was no real sex there, just mahorna showing off her "erogenous zones." that woman has assets. demn.

come to think of it, the moomoo surfaced after i read the book! *realization* leche... wat a shallow cause... but moomoo doesnt come out after having absorbed sleazy porn-worthy material! yak. there has to be a deeper explanation! brainstorm take me away from the norm.. hahay..

this ermmm... phase will subside soon. it must, or doo and the rest will have to suffer under the moomoo's wrath. scary huh?

i'm tired talking as if i'm doin a monologue.. hahay leche.. sayonara. *flips thru the book again*

Saturday, November 12, 2005

samana

had my fill of ale last night. it was no longer fun. hahay... on a happier note, my booze-bud puked. waha! twas fun watching her strain under her stomach's fierce protest to let out every last morsel of that food-beer mush. after that, i got back home and, slept. hahay.. not even alcohol and dreams can save me now i guess. i am human and i need to be.. blank. :P