jesus, maria.... katatapos ko lang mag work-shop.... tangena!!!! sobrang pagod ko... pero masaya. magkakaroon kami ng production sa januray sa St. Benilde.... leche... malapit na yun!

how.... fantastic to be full of unfortunately things going on in my life... though not "that" unfortunate... like having my arm amputated because of new years fire cracker or having acid thrown all over my face ala soap opera or not having clitoris on vagina and stuff like that. but my unfortunateness is more like... the psychological kind. like when I really want something, it would run out of my grasp. maybe if I throw my angst against the wall of this blog... it would go away, like bad emotions. you name it, you accept it... next thing you know, it would not really matter. here are the lisr of my unfortunateness that has been my down fall and my misery and has made me neurotic, obssesive cumpulsive maniac:

1. 1997 (first year high school)- used to want to become a cadette officer and about to be awarded with a top rank (which is like 2 positions down from the commandant), the next thing I know, my uncle who's really strict, almost dictatorial accused me of flirting with my officer... wham! I quit the next day... just two days before the turn over ceremony.

2. 2001 (fourth year high school) - i reviewed and studied for the Universityof the Philippines entrance exam (UPCAT). i haggled with materials... studied like I never studied before. entrance exam day came and went.... then... I flopped the exam... oh my!

3. 2002 (first year college) I got booted from PETA-MTTL... need I say more?

4. 2003 (3rd year college) - relationship... four days... ok...

5. 2003 (last night) I was at Kitchie's (my best friend from heaven or hell... whoa! I dont really know... could be both... hmmm) house and she was using the internet... editing her friendster account... blah blah blah... I requested her if she could open my YM account. "okey" she said and opened it for, for like after 30 min. which I didnt really mind coz I'm not in a hurry. well shante (my chat mate for already a year) replied from a message that i had sent him via mobile phone to know if it does work...FYI... it did... anyway.... I got on-line... with kitchie opening the window for me... typing my dictation because I waslike...still looking for my phone or something at that time. when it was my turn to get in front of the PC.... i just typed only a sentence when kitchie noticed that the internet was disconnected.... so she tried to fix it, "password denied", "server is busy","not responding" ... and blah blah blah... we thought that the internet credit got sucked to zero already so i said... well... i'd just text this guy... and off to dreamland I go! but no! it did not end there! my mobile bleeped with "check operator services". so asked kitchie if I could borrow her phone to send sms... and guess what... it fucking did it again... the horrendous voice from the grave! "check operator service" (this is a dreaded phrase for mobile phone users, it means... the credit is all gone). Next morning we found out that Kitchie's mobile phone still has more or less an 80 pesos load... that evening... the internet credit is not used up... how.... quaint....

i dont know why alot of people keep on sending chain letters... its a waste of your time and hassle to your friends. one should send chain letters to those people who annoys you to the bones... come to think of it maybe I do annoy these people who sends me chain letters.
then maybe chain letters becomes hope. a promise of a long time wish to come true... just send this to 1,000,000 people and your sex life would improve if you dont... and stuff like that. but then, like religion, though it promises salvation and good fortume... disobedience from those would bring ill fortune.
send this to google number of people and you are not yet half of the number... maggots are gnawing your bones

...ODE TO THE REFRIGERATOR
i finally got a refrigerator!!!! finally... time to pig out... time to store beer and chocolates in it. I even got crazy cooking food this afternoon... what a refrigerator!... see what a lousy writer I could be... argggh...

yipeeee!!!! i finally got it right!!!! azrael!!! taena!!!! mahal na kita!!!! thanks pare!!!!

i am really frustrated in putting this image of maksim in this blog.... arrrgh

this might be hellllll.... i am now thinking that I might be soooo tanga that I cant put a single image of maksim in this blog....

a story clicked in me... wahohohoho... i still don't know the moral lesson of this story... but hey... does it need one?
anyway... the idea came to me when my father, peach my sister, and i are walking along Boni Avenue after we had dinner. My sister is telling my father about her "dream" this morning. Peach was in semi-concious state when she saw a lady in green dress or whatever. the lady leaned and lightly put her hands on my sister's back and said: "Pakabait ka Peach" [Peach, be good]. it really did freaked her out. when she told me about it this morning we thought it might be somebody whom she knew, or it might be *gasp!* the sto. nino whose robe is green! not to be a weirdo or anything but we did joke something so blasphemous about it... like.. if worse comes to worst... we'd take it to the pawnshop! no offence! we need the money!
so she was telling our dad about her dream. then my dad commented that it might be chris'(her ex boyfriend who deserved to be gutted and hanged by his penis in a lamp post) and her unborn child. That's when it came to me... an unborn child killing off its supposed parents for not giving it a chance to live... hope... this would also make me live.

i wouldn't expect that everybody knows the pianist Maksim.... but... great goddeses!!! he is soooooo great. He would be somebody that Holden Caulfield would describe a s phony because he is soooo damned good. Anyway... last night, Nov. 8, we went to greenbelt to watch the guy perform. All I know about him before that he is some great looking guy with different image from the usaual boring piano music. But after his performance.. I wish that everybody I know heard him... especially when I heard "Exodus". It was sooooo.... something else. And the other thing is... when he got off the stage... I got on the stage... and took his towel on top of the piano where he left it!!!!... Yaaay! buti nalang walang jologs sa greenbelt... ako lang. Anyway... My friends and I were laughing like crazy after that. Just imagine having the molecules of the guy who is a ... celebrity... I even thought of selling it a s a relic... nyek!

this entry doesnt really count

Is moving on into a new life... this hard? it is strangling me... drowning me into mud that I cannot breathe. Im supposed to be an aspiring writer and yet I don't think I write anything significant right now.... growing up is as hard as moving into this... maybe this is what this blog is all about.. my new life.