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