iwrote this days ago, or maybe even last week, making it the first entry at arveesbored to be published without the satisfaction of being timely

forgive the cusses and the discrimination; acknowledge me with your middle fingers so id behave with my next update

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im a dreamy and hopelessly romantic visionary. im also a barangay ginebra and mark caguioa nut. 999 out of a 1000 times, approach me with these topics in mind and you can expect atleast a smile and a worshipping of your name from a hundred angles

if ever iturned you down, activating that .01% chance, you must have caught me after a terribly terrible event- one which would include what im in right now: a wilted bastard that boarded a bus just in time for Taft Avenue's tribute hour for snails

random thoughts inspired by the traffic follow. mind your counterattacking tongues please:





ijust realized how much iwant to bite and tear joe de venecia's ears off that manure he calls his face. id gargle with muriatic acid later ofcourse




gurls that make starstruck people look Plain Janes piss me off. especially if they bob their beautiful heads around for their dick-minded captives to take pity and offer them their seats




anyone with the surname LAPID inspires me to drop a shit-oriented compliment. the surname is synonymous already with crappy zorros and 21st century Indiana Jones wannabes




iprobably have a foot fetish. ihad to cuff my wrists into this seat just so iwont find myself kneeling beside that sandal-wearing gurl and courting her feet





if only iwere gifted with aura's grit, iprobably would have had spat out a shut-up-you-asshole-mouthed-matron! on that old witch in the back. its been an hour and a half and the whole time she's been cuckling about her experiences as a backer for OFW-hopefuls.

mister stupid conductor, professional moron that he is, began to emit gold from his mouth and befriended the old maid, hoping that she’d make his dreams of becoming a bus conductor overseas come true.

the offer became a reality much later, with the queen still talking about her achievements in the fields of cheating and bullshitting

my collar must be black by now





La Salle is the root of all the evils of the world- only that Taft and the Ateneans are the only ones aware of it. these green-eyed, green-minded, green-walleted gremlins always forget that the LRT1-roofed road infront of their school isnt a parking lot





the equality of the sexes doesn’t exist in the philippines.

for one, filipinas are the most beautiful mound-chested creatures of the earth. filipinos, on the other hand, are the second dumbest, most vulnerable-to-pleasure organisms earthlings (next only to them worm-dicked Japs). and with the maria claras aware of these, they heartlessly dominate the everyday affairs in the streetlife of our dear country

why the bitterness? ride a bus. watch how gurls snatch away seats and still manage to get smiles from their victims





someone special’s making paramdam on my cellphone right now. ihate the feeling of helplessness 50cents on your 222 can make you feel





the best thing with filipinos is their sense of oneness

uhm, no, im not talking about the citizens of barangay ginebra

mike enriquez’s screaming of a tragedy about this family in batangas that met a double-digit-wheeled truck on their way to an xmas party. daddy was sober. driver was, too. mike sounds like he’s not

what made me smile though was how everybody with me chorused perfectly with their “tsktsktsk”s. im a noypi, ithought, just like everyone unfortunately here

had lasallians heard about that news, theyd be fussing over the pitiful fate the car had met




boisterous baggy bitch behind us is relating another anecdote. ihave to talk to that truck driver sometime soon

i am such in a wonderful mood to blog but all ive done since this morning was to stare at this blogger box and the sports article in the other window


much of the ecstasy iam in right now was founded on the basketball party last night.

applying transcendental phenomenological reduction method, however, irealized it was not only my boyfriends that put me up here in cloud ten


although, because the past days had been more sinister sequels to that of last week, it really had come to the point of needing ginebra for assurance that im still alive and not yet in lucifer's village.

the moment that heavenly feeling sank though, it was aphrodite thats hugging me, baby



korean szusza's finally got an official name ill be using here from now on: Aira Estella. thats not to say that miss P as a temporary identity wasnt nice enough, mind you

some peoples just suspecting that because i crush korean miss p, and korean miss p resembles diliman miss p, then i must crush diliman miss p too! that is not the case, ladies and gentlemen, although i do adore szusza, in a less disgusting way, that isxD


even idont know what made me endow miss estella with "szusza" as an alias.

ijust finished snooping around her friendster account and learned that im dealing here with a totally vain, aura-marie-dagcutan mouthed cutie with passions for acting, dancing, sleeping and zipai.

and no, miss velasco, she doesnt sound perverted. well, as far as iknow- which is as well as iknow your life today XD


sad thing is that, ironically with the kind of sentences that idie drooling for, ilearned that miss estella's not single anymore: "what could i ask more from life? ... i have the best person to hold hands with"



thank you for those tears (you can wipe them off now), my loyalists, but there is no real need for them actually

its not like ireally have the chance and the courage to tell her that iliked her acting in their play encadre (which by the way, was good too, even with my biases removed)

besides, as ihappily admit from watching their little rpg, iam just a little "idealistic extrovert gay willing to wait for mr. right"

okaaaay, so the message had been messed up alittle with my keeping the exact phrase and genders but, what the hell x)




other bright spots this week had to offer were my succesful campaigns against all the evil academic nuances of ust

most notable was babsy's (teacher #1 in gagopolis' blind entry) postponing our report for the 2nd straight TTH because she did a national geographic for an hour

or maybe a little longer than that

or maybe not. a little longer than thats an eternity already




the promise of atleast two weeks of xmas nights id be spending without having to worry about the four-am-bath hours later

now thats an extra sweet thought iwasnt paying attention to before yesterday's smile-fest


my eyebags right now could also be called attache cased pupils

istayed up till one this morning 1) waiting for the latest sports news to appear on this certain basketball site and 2) contemplating of this latest entry


surely those two weeks would be welcomed. there also some downsides like

1) having no allowance; xmas aint always synonymous with ninoy,

2) after the 25th, ginebra'd appearing next by february; dont be surprised if ishow up in the evening news as another example of the adolescences' tendencies to suicide,

3) the hushing of the caressing christmas air, never letting me forget the fact that iam, whatever ido, alone and

4) having to live each day knowing that iam just in the eye of the storm called my life




oh god, that last line just makes me want to cry. because 1) it sounds like betty the drama king, 2) it is deathly true, and 3) it signals the end of this day-long entry. finally xP

Diliman's Miss P really does get mentioned here in my blog quite often. idont know whats up with that XD



theres a gurl in my LTS Section that ilike. she reminds me a lot of szusza



shes the leader of the group always next to ours during assembly. shes a head shorter than me, sports an impossibly fluffy hair and, cute XD

and shes chinita XD




last Sunday, iwas working real hard on aura's black detergent bar -works like a camera, surprised me- even though it showed no signs of returning back to life

my plan was, after flashing with the kids, ill have aura befriend korean miss P

and then, when they finally look cute with their arms on the others' shoulder, aura will ask somebody to take a photo (preferably anybody but me- if she wants to be on the pic)

then, theyll chat some more (no doubts please, no "stranger" in aura's dictionary exists), take more pictures, then bid each other goodbye with their cell numbers already exchanged

the beso-beso farewell, with aura and her friend, was not a requirement but if possible, would have been taken





things were terribly wrong with aura's gadget though. terribly unfortunately

first, my cellphone weighed tons more than it did the first time it got itself on my hands. arent classic flashers supposed to be barbells for toddlers?

aura said that was so, because, "bago kasi yan eeh." with korean miss P on my mind, inodded blankly and smiled

when we reached the assembly grounds, with my prospect bobbing her head insync with her laughter, itook out the "camera" to take a picture of the barangay behind korean miss P

the mini-light bulb on it was dead

"buksan mo lang yung mga ano, antanga mo naman"

turned out, the cam had no batteries

we bought two 2.50 chinese batteries and hurried back to the assembly

iflashed once. alright. my thumbs rotated the gear thingy on the camera for the next shot

minutes later, my thumb was still on the job. aura thought that was weird and it was supposed to do good because it was "bago"

iabandoned my pre-teaching paparazzi plans. on we went to the house of our learner, smiling and eager to impart knowledge

while on it, imade butingting on the camera, turning the gear every so often, taking required pictures of the educational session, and wondered why the film counter arrow wasnt pointing to the rest of the numbers other than 1


things were like that, when suddenly, inside me, a little kind voice spoke and made me realize that-

it was the camera that deserved the "tanga", not me


ofcourse, ididnt tell aura that

the kids, however, did. playing badminton in our assembly court after the learning session, they chanted "sira ang camera! sira ang camera! sira ang camera!" everybody except us thought they were nuts

aura's nuts too, but she was more embarassed then. she let me feel that via her fists


i, sleepy (from watching a ginebra game that finished at 3 that the morning) and disappointed (at my romatic plans being cancelled), just sneeered at my friend and watched as korean miss P bid us all goodbye




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its a holiday for the morning ABs, but aura scheduled a make-up photo session with our learners 1pm today at Tatalon, Quezon City. for the LTS requirement that ijust told you about

the funny-eyed szusza's not there for me however. what a boo-boo

this first line is for my blood neighbors in Bicol and the hearts they will need to resist the offers of Quit

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this schoolweek ends tonight, a day earlier than usual, and only Ginebra and a YES from my courtee could make me happier



even though idont believe in Karma, iam extremely superstitious

nope, "extremely" is not sensationalism

sprayed unequal amount of perfume on my shoulders? im already thinking of either wearing a frown mask or risk turning my face into one at the end of the day



that is why, when ilearned that my head wasnt too happy that i interrupted its cuddle-session with the pillow monday morning, iwas already expecting hell in UST for the entire week




ofcourse iwasnt glad that my ESP didnt embarass me


lots of things kept the hell hole open and growing- wallet's dry season, less and less time with my dreams and certain multipliers taking looooong day-offs =P





four things, however, kept me sane:


1. ginebra's toying of air21

need isay more? istill cant move over that suspenseful nirvana and yet, uncharacteristic of me, am in my most humble self.

maybe, ive just started to realize, ijust dont want the few air21 fans to feel bad, ayt?


give mark "the god of philippine basketball" caguioa a pair of boobs and a feminine voicebox and iwill court her

him, imean......



2. my 78% grade at the first quiz in biology

disgusting for most of you, maybe, but im ecstatic at this one. ihate the subject, hate the lessons, and hate the method. as a result, the only notes ihave every wednesday by 11 are the different versions of arvee's stickman super saiyyans

courtesy of boredom, what else?


bo0m made the supreme sacrifice for me the day of the exam- he let me use his notes while he enjoyed the privileges of having studied the night before

yes, thats bo0m for you everyone, dedicated and nice and cute


even with such showing of charity, iwasnt expecting to pass. and yet,


"hindi ko po talaga ini-expect to promise po, maraming maraming salamat po, salamat, di ko po talaga inaasahan, ahuhuhu"
-contest winners

in my case, imean it



3. as usual, the three fools that make up three-fourths of my UST life

we, with papasam, were planning some kind of an exchange gift come this paskuhan or something

but because two of us already were decided in boycotting the 20th of december (me, for a bgk game, raymond, for, idontknow, chicks? XD), we are expecting a drastic change in plans

most dramatic of these plans maybe what aura calls as my "selfish xmas happening for BEP"

star city

yea, now youre smiling!

iwonder why aura cant see what i and you can- a night of memories, laughter, fun and enjoyment. for her, that trip is just to benefit me as star city lies just forty minutes away


okaaaay, so that maybe true, but its the happines im wishing for us that matters ayt? ayt??


4. ginebra, again, by saturday

everytime im sad, ijust think "comeon, you can live through that! ginebra's just a few days away damnit!"

it works terribly well

itried substituting "other people" with ginebra but they almost always smother me into even deeper depression


sigh






ican feel boredom's sensuous caresses right now. still, iwelcome him with open arms

atleast he's friendlier than those past four days






unless ginebra's playing, no more sunday nights for me. the moment the dinner's settled comfortably inside my stomach, im off to bed at once. XD

im posting a new entry only because some HS sophomore here wont let me use the ps2





god, gurls always find things to talk about, even if theyre strangers to one another, ive somehow noticed

one of those things must be, hands-down, about the technological plague called Sims



right now, my sister is willingly blinding herself in front of the TV just to pick the purrfect angle by which the doghouse could be placed

yes, shes more than just heard of Sims Pets, and im not happy



ive already known of the availability of that game since last month pa- i being a 3rd-level inhabitant of Quiapo

actually, my sis had asked me to keep my eyes open for that latest sequel since about september, and iofcourse enjoyed playing the yes-yes-my-dear-sister-i-will-^^ role

and yes, ihad no intention of buying her one, simply because iknew how dangerous Sims-es can be once the staring dance they promote commences

[nope, im not admitting myself as a victim. you see, that one time when iplayed Sims2 for the entire chicken-poxed sembreak, iwas naturally bored and had nothing else to tamper with. nope, was not a Sims addict, am not, and will never be X) ]

so surprised iwas when iwas routinely sifting through the ps2 shelf this morning and saw...

t-this....

this....


cd case, bright and jolly, with the words SIMS and PETS mutually brightening each other up



it dawned on me finally:
it was not just SIMS2 that my sister had been playing since before iwoke up



so thats why there suddenly are furry little boogers running all over her house in the TV!

and why she keeps on saying:
"wow, ang ganda tlaga nito grabeeeee"
over and over and over again


iforgot that those were the same words she used when she first played SIMS2. damnit




infairness to the SIMS franchise, they always come up with fantastic OSTs. my sis took about ninety minutes dressing her party people up and iwasnt at all irritated with the long, repetitive noises that came from the tv


that may be, of course, because the game is fairly new to my senses. but even so, it was nice and icommend Maxis for that


i do not, however, for their ability to repackage some gaming cliches and still make it shabu-effective


grr.



do you think Maxis will try the survival-horror genre if i e-mailed them?