Monday, February 23, 2009

happy tree friends

Ahhahahaa.. WTF.

Very cute (nakakasuka cute) at first but it turns out to be a very morbid cartoon.

I like.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

mama love

You know how moms are, right? How they sometimes overdo everything when they are in the "care" mode? Well, my mom does that a lot. When I say I like stuff, she buys me a years' worth of those stuff. Seriously.

My family is in Cebu and Zamboanga. I'm actually alone here in Manila. I don't mind too much though (except when I feel lonely). But my mom does. So she sends me care packages every month. It's her little way of telling me that she's there. Sweet. This month, she sent me some Cebuano delicacies.
Yeah. Pretty tame. Just a couple of packs of this and that. Until I discovered the other contents of the package.
My mom never fails to amaze me. She sent me a mountain of sanitary napkins. She took them out of their package so that more of it will fit.

Last month, she sent me 20 panties of different sizes. I guess she figured I must have lost weight and stuff. The other month, she sent me 50 face towels - I told her I was into mountain climbing and she asked me if I needed anything. There was this one time where I mentioned I liked the sausages she bought. When I opened the fridge the next day, the freezer was full of those sausages. I ate those sausages everyday for a month. Never again. Ever.

Thursday, February 5, 2009


I wish this angular momentum shit would work. I'm about to throw up.

I feel miserable. Totally miserable. This sucks.. :) :) :) <-- nothing else to do but smile.

ayun oh!

Do you know that feeling where you want to do the right thing but you just don't know what the right thing is?


I get that all the time.

Apparently, all you have to do is ask.

Ayun oh! Simple lang naman pala yung gusto eh.. Thanks for everything dude. I'll see you around.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

tug of war

Tug of war. Such a brute and messy game.

Should I keep on pulling? Until when? Until the rope breaks? What is the use when all we will ever be left with is half of what it used to be? Can we ever mend that? My hands are bleeding. Maybe I've held on far longer than I should have.

You love me more now. You don't know if you'll love me at all when the time comes. But the fact remains that you do love her. And you want to see her. Considering to even be with her. I'm not enough now to make you stay.. Maybe I'll never be enough later.

I will love my scarred hand because it will remind me of you. I'm hoping to find a stronger rope someday. I do wish it could still be the same rope. I won't deny that because that is the truth. No sense in hiding. But don't worry.. I have realized that I should stop pulling. No one should try this hard to be loved. To be chosen. To be someone's option. To pull with all your might.. No. Not at the cost of the person being pulled apart.

Monday, February 2, 2009


I hate you.

I hope your boobs shrink into tiny tiny tiny raisins.


Oh my god.. I need a vacation.

Everything sucks.

I want to hide out somewhere where nothing can reach me. I just want to disappear for a while.

Have you ever felt that if you ever came too close to a person, you're probably going to incinerate and suck the life out of them until they're just this charred empty shell? Well, I feel like that guy in 'Pushing Daisies'. He can't ever touch this girl that he likes (or probably even already loves).

I don't know why I often blurt out things that I think about. I've lost my filter.

I'm just generally confused.

Generally numb.

I don't know if I'm angry. Or maybe I'm just tired. I've never really felt this way before. Or maybe I'm just having an early menopausal shit. Maybe I just need to be mean for no particular reason. Maybe I need to learn to let go. How the fuck do I start?

Hmm.. I'm going to die next year.