Archive for March, 2006

22
Mar

blahblah

Sed Instead of kicking some punk’s ass and making it big in NFS Most Wanted, I chose to update my blog. Sheesh, I really should get a life. The smell of coffee in my now-favorite Internet shop is intoxicating, and though I settled for the 40php per hour instead of the 60php per hour + unlimited coffee, I might change my mind.

I change my mind a lot these days. I dunno, but mood swings get the better of me nowadays. Hmm, I need some major validation. For those people who got pissed because of my recent bashing - online and in person - well, I apologize. But it doesn’t mean that I’m taking back whatever it is that I said, mwahaha. Some people deserve apologies, some people don’t. Again, mwahaha!

A friend asked me whatever happened to my other blog. Well, I’ve been updating it, fyi. But not as often as I update here. I guess whatever it is that I write there are more personal than the entries I manage to post here in this freakin’ Friendster blog. For those of you who read my blogspot, sorry for the delay. But hey, I post really juicy bits there, every now and then. So yeah, it’s better be kept private bwahaha!

(I’m in my usual incoherent self, so if you don’t get what I’m saying, neither do I! Hee!)

Newsflash: In a week’s time, my term will be over. Whew! What a year! Woo! I still have tons to do… and I still don’t have a dress for the ball. Pfft!

21
Mar

huy!

This one’s for you: (you know who you are)

i don’t know what it is that makes us connect, but i know for a fact that we do. we’ve always agreed on a lot of things, especially those late night deep conversations that we don’t normally get ourselves into. i see myself in you, gawd, we are so the same. i know where you’re coming from and thanks for understanding me as well. there are people who hurt us, and god, do they hurt us bad. but then again, in the big scheme of things, it doesn’t matter how much we hurt, but how much we learned. life’s such a bitch that sometimes you get stuck in the same glob of mud since God knows when and yet you can’t do anything about it. well, well. life can be such a bitch, but i know we can bitch our way out of it, don’t you think? hehe. a lot has changed since we met, and yeah, yeah, we’re both responsible for each other’s down times haha! well, we both know we’re now mature because of everything that’s happened in our fucked up lives. cheers! i don’t know what made me write a "letter" to you in the middle of the night. i guess this is my way of saying that i appreciate you soooo much. and thanks for appreciating me just the same. there are very few trustworthy people in this world, and you’re one of them, so sorry na lang sila kung ayaw nila sau hehe. people don’t know how nice it is to get to know you, so it’s not your problem if they choose to be indifferent. hay, don’t worry, we’ll see each other real soon and i hope we can catch up on things - yeah right, like we don’t know what’s going on in each other’s lives. heehee. nah, i’ll just see you around. (wala nakong masabi)…

11
Mar

pipol

Fuck_you It’s almost 12 midnight, and like a werewolf about to transform under a full moon, I feel like bashing tonight. Hmm, this won’t be pretty, so if you’re reading this and you think at some point, I’d probably be writing about you (without naming you, of course), I suggest you just stop reading. In the event that you read on anyway, and by the end of this post, you feel like wringing my neck, well, you have been warned. (Btw, this post is inspired by the song Ugly by Sugababes, because people are all the same).

This post is dedicated to people. Woo. But unlike some humanitarian-unicef kinda shit, this post is far from being good. The people I will mention here may be fictional (or not, depending on who’s reading this) or they may be the very people with whom I share my world with. Again, if you think you’re in the blacklist, stop reading.

1. There are people who seem to be sooo in touch with Friendster that they had to update their blog more than four times in a day. My gawd! Do you really think people bother to read your crazy rants? Tut. Tut. If I were you, I’d log out of Friendster, and go get a life.

2. There are people who seem to crave attention and appreciation like a prostitute craving for sex. Seriously, it won’t get you anywhere.

3. There are people who can’t get enough of this whole Unlimited Texts hype that they just HAD to send about 20 quotes a day PER person. Please. Spare me. I don’t read them anyway, so don’t bother. Para sau din naman un, para walang hassle diba? =p

4. There are people who have a reputation of being a liar that when the time comes that they do tell the truth, nobody believes them. I therefore conclude that liars are so pitiful because they’ll come to the point that even the truth will sound like a lie to them.

5. There are people who are just so kapal! What the?! It’s like coming to a party when you know you’re not invited in the first place. And what does that make you? Yep, a trespasser.

6. There are people who seem to have been blinded by the fact that you’re "just there" in their lives that even if they finally get married, have kids and all that crap, they’d still find a lousy excuse to call you in the middle of an intense NFS race, and even have the nerve to demand why you didn’t make it to the reception. Well, puta you!

7. There are people who are so clueless that you hate them. Is that a good sign? Or does it frustrate you all the more? Well, I believe that there’s a time for everything, so there will come a time that you’d get to tell it to their face that you hate them.. Hmm, maybe this week? =p

8. There are people who always make the wrong hirits at the perfectly wrong time. And that makes you want to kill them, pronto.

9. There are people, like me, who can’t do anything worthwhile on a Saturday night that they just resort to bashing people on the Internet.

10. And lastly, there are people, like you, who think that you’d be included in this list. Bwahaha!

Hmm, I plan to pursue Journalism as my second degree. And this early, I practice press freedom. Sue me? Not! And as the song goes, if I’m ugly, then so are you. =p

08
Mar

kiss the asphalt

0045_1 I have a confession to make: I’m hooked again…wah! It all started with a fucked up pirated copy who didn’t even made it to the first quarter of installation. Two weeks after, I gave in to my vice and bought the original for a really, really hefty price. Well, the price of my addiction. Yup, NFS Most Wanted got me again, big time…whew! My friends’ eyebrows shot up in the air when I told them of what they thought was an over-the-top expense. Well, I’ve been really feeling kinda shitty lately and I thought a pumped up car race will perk me up. So there. Welcome to underground..once again. Pfft!

It’s been a while since I last updated this freakin’ blog, not because I didn’t have the time, but because I had no idea what to write about. There are tons of things I’d like to write about, but either they qualify as something-that’s-better-off-unpublished-in-a-freakin’-blog or they qualify as plain boring. Hmm. I remember a friend who commented on another friend’s blog and how funny (and almost pathetic) she was for ranting about her forever-single life. Haha! A different level of angst, I must say. Well, at least I’d have something to laugh about, pun intended. Hee. Okay, so I’m being pointless.