101!

the marc abaya post is my 100th entry! yey. go marc.

i hate mong today. no explanations. i just do. today.

ma, si marc po!!

hahah. yeah, he used to be a girl that hot, sexeh vocalist of kjwan. thank you, daniel tan. :) i got this off the net a billion years ago but i just had the thought of posting it now.

i still love you marc. :)

preggy marc
wtf?
who you kidding?
princess marc. elllkk.

disown her! disown her!

she went out last night. around 11:30pm because we found there won't be classes the next day. and she comes home in the morning. 4? 5am? i can't remember when she got it. and then she freakin' sleeps the whole morning.

i woke up, got the maid to buy some breakfast for us and then i tried to wake her up. says she'd be up in a while. but she lied. oooh, how tiring. anyway, so i started my oh so interesting post lab report in chem which i can't FUCKIN' FINISH UP TO NOW! GO TO HELL! *breathe.

and then, when it was lunch time, the maid decided to cook. cause you know, it's lunch time. so she does and sets the table up. yada yada yada. and then i told the maid to eat already cause i wasn't hungry yet. the maid gets done eating, i pee and my sister wakes up.

she wakes up CRANKY. like she has the right to. she had all the sleep! damn her.
she began bossing everyone around. complaining about the food. asking so many questions. did i wake her up? why didn't she remember that i did. lalalalalaLALALALA. i'm fed up.

you sore witch, don't go destroying everyone's peace. she was lucky i was able to control my temper despite my stupid FUCKIN' POST LAB or i'll give her a piece of my mind.

read like you have sniffles. too.

ab sik.
i cant brid.
but i gotta read.
i feel like my gag reflex is acting up good.
i feel bad.

on tats and ufos

so here's what my sister and i did last sunday. you know, instead of the usual 'araling fun' going on. starbucks and books and shit.

1. sinugod namin ang malakas na ulan ng ala-una ng hapon para bumili ng ufo. na nakita lang namin sa isang ad sa internet. it's the best ufo! no aliens included. haha. eto siya.
tadah! ang ufo toys ng sandwich! haha. yeah i know it may be a waste of good money and it's never gonna be worth anything more than a display toy or a paperweight, pero kasi!! come on! it's sooo cool.

2. got tattoos. from a random guy we picked from the net. he's not even a real tat artist, he's a graphic designer. haha. anyway i think he did good. :)

at dahil sobrang nagustuhan ko ang sandwich, yun pinagawa ko.
at ang zipper na ito, dahil, wala lang. haha. sabaw!

fuck you braces

it hurts so bad. i don't mind that i can't eat i mean i can totally 'not' eat if i wanted to but this pain is so fucking hard that it's deliciously slicing the life out of me piece by piece by piece.

is it not enough consolation that anytime, a giant magnet will come claim my face from my body that it has to feel this horrible? it's like someone stuck a million shards in my mouth. and these 'separators'! they're a bunch of rubber rings that are inserted between my molars to take them apart! who takes apart teeth?? i feel like i'm chewing a million rubbery gums. i'm sure you know the feeling that something's stuck in between your teeth, well i'm pretty certain that what's stuck in my mouth are firetrucks or giant boulders with signs saying, "this way to hell."

i'm hungry, i feel violated, i feel like tires are stuck in my teeth. fuckity fuck! i think i might have overdosed myself with mefenamic acid pills and i'm cranky! i'm mad at the world because of these metal things. tangina!

i look like a dork, i feel like one, i can't figure out how to smile because it hurts when i do, i can't talk right, i manufacture twice as much spit, ang dami kong singaw, it fucking hurts.

ahhh, leave me alone! take it off! it hurts so bad.

liyab: orsem 2008

i am not in the mood to write really but i just neeeed to keep this memory vivid in my mind. it's really just like a dream. really. like a dream. it's supposed to be a three-day thing but to me it officially started on the third which was actually the only reason why i became a volunteer in the first place.

i didn't have the slightest of a hard time getting the "OFFICIAL BACKSTAGE PERSONAL ASSISTANT" of the band that's on the A-list, CHICOSCI. well, they were the best on the list so far. next is pedicab. yey!

to tell you the truth, i half-expected to be an entertainer, ya know talk to them while they're not up yet and well, 'ENTERTAIN' them but really, what happened was, was too shy to talk to all of them and they pretty much entertained themselves quite swimmingly on my opinion. so my task was to hold bottles of water, food packages, tissue and a fan.

which makes me wanna take NOTE: join the DOCUMENTATION crew and not the ENT. son of a b****. everything's so sucky backstage during the show. i can't see fuckin' anything! and when i go, "WHOO!", no one whoos with me instead they look at me weirdly. huh. sucky people.

anyway, i got my autographs, some crappy photos, stupid lame conversations; the band peeps barely know me and i'm supposed to have taken care of them? that's one that went so wrong. whatever. and i feel extra bad because the food is stupid and 'madapaking' literally mukang tae, there were no utensils (how are you supposed to eat tapa with nothing?? to hell with you!), and the backstage ID looks like shit--- i didn't bother giving them, shit and the water is so fucking dry and hot like it was boiled in hell. MONG wanted coke and i feel bad for not giving him. sure i got broke from buying "EXTRA COLD WATER" outside for them, mabait na nga ako e. hahaha.








ang kulit nila, they were dancing and tumbling all over the place. maybe that's the reason i love them so much.

anyway, anyway, anyway, i met a "GELA FRANCISCO", WHO'S JUST THE COOLEST PERSON ON EARTH I KNOW SO FAR! gela, i soooo love you so much right now, you lucky betch! (don't be offended with the 'betch' thing, that's how i talk. hehehe. it's a good thing for me.) she knows the band! really well! luuuccckkkkyyyyy! i want!

GELAAAA, YOU SOOOO PREEETTTY, THAT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME BE FRIENDS WITH CHICOSCI!! hahahaha. salamat talaga kagabi!! i love you now! hahahaha. :)

i wanted to post my photos but they screw up the whole blog. bitch. kaya for now, here goes.

bitch!

what the hell is up with blogspot? you suck! what am i gonna do now! ssshhhhhiiiiiyattt.

podge who?

that is podge. also known as dave abaya. marc's brother. my sister says he looks bad. maybe so but really, i don't mind. he's a good musician but not really my kind. you know, to like.

anyway, i saw him a coupe of times in UP and around the campus but i never really had the guts to go near him and say hi. but on june4, 2008, i finally did.

he was walking alone with his earphones and his backpack walking along schmitt hall and i just got out from escaler hall readvised. my mind started to go wwIII; do i walk up to him and blab out "fuck man! i fucking know you and your BROTHER" or do i walk away? surprisingly, my legs decided faster than my mind and started marching towards him. holy crap, what do i say? wewewait! my mind started formulating shit to say!

note: not exact words in conversation. :)

leki: podge! hi.
podge (looking confused and taking out an earphone): uhh
leki: you know, i often see you in UP with brigada.
podge: oh?
leki: yeah, i hide behind trees.
podge (looking more creeped out than ever): huh? (smirk) yeah, we're there every wednesday afternoons.
leki: so, are you playing for orsem?
podge: what?
leki: are you playing for orsem?
podge: wala pa namang nag-iinvite sa amin. wala pang kumontact.
leki: what? that's not fair! and odd. oh anyway, remember my name will you? (that's embarassing but it came out of my mouth anyway, stupid ass. i hope i don't regret it.)
podge: sure.
leki: it's alex. (why didn't i say leki? i thought maybe he'd remember easier that name.)
podge: alex. okay.
leki: uhm, i gotta go, i have enlistment. (i don't, i just didn't have anything else to say. hahah. pathetic.)
podge: oh, okay.
leki: see ya. thanks!

and then i ran to faura, i think he was still saying something while i ditched him. hehehe. and then later i found out that he was going the same way, sa faura din. ahahaha. puta. so there. i think that made my day. literally. because i screwed up my only check and wasn't able to pay my tuition, i think i was too pre-occupied with our conversation. tae. it's like, i finished talking to him and then everything's over for the day. haha, nice knowing you podge. i hope you remember me. :'(

anong boni?

i don't know what's going on. i think some people are pissed, some don't bother to care at all.
pag sinisigawan ka na ng ibang tao, matamaan ka. what the hell is up?

i work my ass off studying whatever shit school has to give me. it really doesn't give me the crap of care because that's not the hard part in studying away from where you lived all your life. it's these:

1. homesickness. it's like being sucked out each minute of your strength because you can't get what you want. it's like craving for a flavor of ice cream that doesn't exist anymore.
2. attention. you get new friends yes, per semester. they leave you after. it's like a vegetarian shark living in a fishbowl with other fish but they don't come near him because he's a shark, he's not their kind.
3. weird people. people come in and out of a classroom but there are some you just wanna smack to hell because they just piss you off with the way they dress, speak and act. uhuh, there are people who don't effing care what people think of them. but you can't beat the crap out of them can you?
4. being alone. when you really can't take people because all they know compose of "gossips, school work, hot guys" and all those shit, you go away because you can't blend. you stay away and be alone somewhere.

but whatever, who the damn cares, when i go home to tuguegarao, i'd feel comfy and at home. because duh, i've friends there. real ones. invaders, boni. teka boni? sino yun? i barely see them, friends? saan?

so here's the catch. you still live just minutes from each other, sure you have other friends but the old ones are still the best. be with them while you still can. i know i would trade that for anything if i had the option to. i live hours from boni but i keep a yahoo group for them, reply and initiate entries if i can to show them that i still live for them. i don't forget.

i don't talk about gossips in fact i'm not even updated. i can't keep track of every event. but i'm here. how about homesickness, attention deficiency, weird people and being alone as factors to fight huh? give it a try. live somewhere else, let's see if you forget everything.

if you wanna live a life in the present, give a crap about your past because it mattered and it still matters. if you wanna forget, smash your damn head against a wall and find people to be friends with, see if they care.

i can differenciate life here from my life there. boni, can you?

bang, thanks for talking. now i know something's wrong.