ang dami kong sugat.

KAGABI, sinuka ko lahat ng kinain ko.

God, umaatake nanaman.

If there's a season I am most afraid to go fat again, it would not be Christmas.  Summer.

Last night, we dined on a Japanese resto in UN Ave.  The food was superb.  God knows how authentically Japanese it was.  But, er, what's new?  I considered what I took as an unusual amount of meal.

When we arrived home, I rushed to my room and smoked.  Then I decided I would do the nasty thing I already tried before.

I puked whole heartedly.

It's a nice feeling, believe me.

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Just a thought.

If you were a part of an international activist group, which issue would you consider dwelling on?

I would personally go for (against) racism.

Drop the crap, it pains me that there are Western people who act as if they were the only human beings.  They don't even know you personally but it's as if you had an invisible sign above your head that says: LESS HUMAN.

Just a thought.

I just remembered the same question I raised to Princess and Angela a coupe of days before.

Princess would go for GAY RIGHTS while Angela, ANIMALS.

I was not surprised.

http://photobucket.com/albums/y89/mamamayan/silang2005/

Silang pictures.

I shouldn't have read Jhoboy's blog.  It just reminded me of Saturday.

Anyway, I should not fuss about that for I am currently inspired.  Yes.

You know who you are. (-:

So whether I passed Literature or not, it won't really matter.  At least I am more than inspired.

I am a little fucked up right now.  Sorry for the simplicity.  Of this entry, yeah.

it was a soothingly nice grande green tea frap with mint  (minus the whipped cream because of that usual you-know-what reason) at 10 o'clock this morning.  though i fussed because i spent fortune for it, i loved it just the same. 

Starbucks UN Avenue. 

the place just never fails giving me a lovely feeling for who knows why.  maybe because every corner of the whole avenue is adorned with a streelamp that banners two flags of two different nations.  where in the hands of God will i get the answer why i have this thing for flags!?

i am not for world peace.  i mean, yeah sure, i am (who's not). but maybe silently.  i am not promoting it for i would sound, er, gay.  i am more on the fight against racism.

going back to the frap (we totally forgot about that and we don't want our 150-peso drink taste as bad as this familiar glass of half-melted ice, half-soda!)... i had exactly the same drink, under the same preferences (without whipped cream + mint) for the fourth time in two weeks in four different branches.  and it amazes me.  shallow?  not for me, at least.

but i guess this fourth green tea frap was the best.  it was as if it were the first time i had a taste of it again after ages!  maybe because i was with angela and princess when i had it.  i just missed the two fuckfaces after two weeks of UST-less days.  so (call it psychological), i felt i missed green tea frap equally.

then we went to Malaya.  hah! the two tried to submit their resumes and their employment depends on me.  kidding.  i will do my best to try, i swear by the highest temple in Kathmandu.

then Robinson's.  chef d' angelo.  they ordered samplers that were great-tasting while i only had a plate of pathetic ceasar salad. )-: i had no more money. putang ina ng frap na yan e.

good thing, angela had a smaller intestine than that of a 3-day-old rat.  she fed me, through her own fork, her buffalo wing(s). dream off, girl.  you took advantage of my skinny wallet.

then we smoked.  then entered the mall again.  we went to people are people and the garments were seemingly worthy of their prices.  then the two harlots (no bull, i missed you 2!) i, unfortunately, was still with, decided to end their lives via grave insecurity when they ent----

puta, nakakatamad.