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