the big news of the minute: i have an ulcer



god, imagine having to take kremil-s every 4 hours everyday for the rest of your life


thank god kremil-s is chewable and non-frown flavored


and that, ladies and gentlemen, ihope, will be the final shocker in this time covering my first semester as a Thomasian sophomore


the most recent other than that, which ithought will be the last, was my chickenpox

yes. a 17-year old boy can still have it


and the timing was mark-macapagal-ique sharp
(what brgy. ginebra plugging?)

igot it the very last day of the Finals


papasam, richmond and i were supposed to watch something in gateway right after the paper armageddons of comp and natsci 101s.

we were torn between two gods of beauty and aanother crappy hollywood horror

ashton was winning over mr.titanic when some big, bully-looking man came over to us and harassed us with much discouragement over our three choices.


half an hour later, we were on our way to the university of the philippines with rainier bulayog

he made us walk the modern death march across his campus just so we can buy some cow intestines to eat

pure luck i was well-built, energized and in perfect condition that time, plus with the assurance that by monday i dont have to wake by four


11 that same evening, at home, when i removed my undershirt, isaw my face in my chest down my stomach

no, not that ugly thing, but ugly still


then i realized they were not pimples

it was evilly red with rashes

my mom saw it and she panicked, causing me a conscious near-death-experience while i sent iloveyou SMSes to some people

she thought it was dengue


dengue = suffering

yes, im suicidal, but if iam to die right now iwould hesitate if it meant pain and suffering till the end


i am a coward


speaking of cowardice, i am still not checking my grades


im not very conscious about the DL thing, altho to think that i found this past semester's subjects to be friendlier on me and yet iknow im going to lose that status is shattering

laziness. ginebra's absence on my tv screen. poor lovelife. bestfriend not monopolized anymore. intimidation by professors. a streak of rejection of my write-ups, my lone talent.


and probably a little over-confidence, academically, on my part


now im depressed. again

and im not yet talking about my "it's complicated" lovelife


although i am happy that this blog is talking and alive again

and that ginebra is back


isaw a girl in the lib some weeks ago. she was surfing the ginebraonline.com site



time stopped