let's burn this!

Ever since Giann and I left this house and was forced to come back, I hated this house more. If that's even possible.

And everyone else in it except for Pau. He's the only one that makes sense in this house. And makes living in this house at least a bit sensible.

If I have it my way I'd leave this house for good, take Giann out of their pathetic lives and laugh while I'm at it.

Stupid maids, who do they think they are?

Really, I terribly terribly hate it when people cannot and do not mind their own friggin lives. And talk behind my back. Them and their pea-sized brains. ANNOYING.

I'm sorry for whinging but OMFG take me out of this place.

I'm thinking of getting a new maid for Giann but I'm sure nobody would agree with me. Well, except for Pau. He won't really agree. He just won't disagree either. But everyone else... I'm sure they'd throw me bazillion reasons why I shouldn't get a new maid.

But I guess no one should make such a decision when they're hormonal.

1,2, dance!

let go of what kills you ...and hold on to what keeps you breathing

This is the shit when the one that keeps you alive is the same thing that kills you. Turns you into a zombie.

made me laugh

“It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.”
-- Nick Hornby

move over leonardo!

I must've been an artist in my previous life.

Pau and I were in a bookstore looking for a sketchpad for his Art Appreciation class. Then all of a sudden I saw those blue staedler pencils!

Me: oh you need these pencils for sketching...
Pau: bakit?
Me: they're really made for sketching! they're sketch pencils!
Pau: ows? pano mo alam?
Me: *confused* ewan! basta alam ko lang!

Turns out I was right. The saleslady confirmed my "artist" instinct. Those blue staedler pencils really are for sketching.

Therefore I was an artist in my previous life. Bow.

Hahaha. Truth is, I think it was just pretty obvious that they are sketch pencils. Or maybe one of my subjects in college required me to use one. *shrugs*

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Something I realised while watching Pau fit a 501:

I don't have a single pair of jeans.

I've thousand sweatpants, million tights, bazillion minis and gazillion dresses but NOT a pair of jeans.

Seriously.

I tried buying some. But I get home, try them on and realise I'm never going to wear them. So I give them away.

I hate jeans. They're rough on skin.

xoxo

rivalries never grow old. they only get better.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a sequel of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. ~ Vita Sackville-West

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Pau and I watched Game 1 of ADMU-DLSU face-off. I have photos but Pau left his phone in the car and we're both too lazy (and tired) to get it.

Anyway, we (DLSU) lost of course. Mygod it was inevitable. Pretty boy Chris Tiu plus this giant guy wearing #19 jersey (I don't care what his name is) = LA SALLE DEAD BEEF.

I miss the glory days with RenRen Ritualo! :P

We'll miss Thursday's game because I have stupid work but I'm sure there's going to be game 3 so we're watching that. ;)

Alrighty good night.

xoxo

psh

with Mark and Percy ( Pau's classmates) in Plaridel, Bulacan

I want my hair to be this short again!

See, I look "brighter" with that cut, yeah?

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I am also thinking of changing this blog's URL. But I will let you know. Well, you will know for as long as I know that you're reading this blog.

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I've terrible vibes tonight. I knew I should've watched Bangkok Dangerous. So what if Pau would rather do whatever than watch with me? It's his friggin lost, not mine.

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I guess I'm just tired.

xoxo