Sunday, October 14, 2007

I Want My Social Life Back!


On our way home, in my PJs. The bastards went to my house at 2am to pick me up while I was supposedly reviewing for my Physics exam the next day. I was kidnapped, brought somewhere in Diliman, then was offered free booze and munchies. Hell yeah. They brought me back home pie-eyed, happy, swearing, singing.


Punyeta. And now I can't even schedule a dinner date with my friends. I WANT MY SOCIAL LIFE BACK!


I'm down to my last few straws.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Love, Capt. Spaceout

I know you'll kill me for this, but... ugh.



I miss you Drew. You're one of the very few people who can tell if I'm faking my smiles. And I still smile whenever I see that F4 guy on the telly. And you always make sense. And I still think you should be a lawyer. And lawyers have a special place in my heart. And I swear I was only supposed to rest for 5 minutes back when we were doing our thesis, but the rhino's life was on the telly that's why I (unintentionally) doze off. He had a boring life. Ho-hum.


And I'm losing it, again.


And I'm not making sense, I know.

Inom tayo! I miss talking to you.


Image Source:
http://asiandramas.cowblog.fr/2347401.jpg
and, Andrew's Friendster account. Hahaha!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

I Hate, I Love, I Hope.

I hate the fact that I can't go to La Union this weekend with my friends because I still have to work. Fuck. Just the thought of being frozen alive in an airconditioned room (think cryogenics), "alone" while my sun whore friends are basking in the sun and riding the waves makes me want to run all the way up the 8th floor screaming "Lord, why?!" while tearing my horse-tail-like hair out. Again, the thought bubble containing the words "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" pops out.

I love having breakfast in bus (coined after "breakfast in bed") and saying good night while the sun's still up. My friend waits up for me to get off from work then we go straight to Jollibee (eww, yeah I know), buy breakfast and eat during our bus ride home while I go on ranting about how fucking sleepy I was during my shift. I always enjoy moments like that wherein I get to talk to someone about how my day went after working for 8 frikkin hours. And yeah, how many people can say that they just had ice cream for breakfast?

Isse kreyyam por sahle ere.

I hope I can go out of town this weekend.