wash. rinse. dry.

women.

they change moods like babies change diapers. sheesh. one day she's all giggly cute about seeing you then the next day she treats you like a rock not even worth kickin while you walk.

anyways, today, all i can think about is the word "vacuum". i have no idea why.

by the way, gratitude is automatic.

reload

at last, i blog again.

a virus attack rendered my pc useless. i had to reformat the hard drive and reinstall everything to get it running again. what a pain in the neck. literally. the only good thing that came out of this aggravating mishap was that i learned how to delete seemingly undeletable files. yay!

anyways, before the crash, i had a lot of things in my mind waiting to get blogged. right now, my thought-production is low and slow. i guess i must have reformatted my brain as well.

sigh... i'm just happy that the computer is fixed and my fingers are hitting the keyboard once more. being able to surf the internet again, download stuff again, and chat with my maiden again are all worth the neckache. that's it for now. im off, hoping to catch a spongebob repeat episode on tv later...

one day at a time

i spent the weekend in tagaytay with my clan. quite a refreshing break from my boring homeboy life. it was two days of laughs and smiles with my family, and my cousins and their parents. but the thing i enjoyed most of all was the cool weather. the coldness made me high and not once did i wear a jacket.

my 1 year-old cousin named princess was so cute and so... baby-ish. i played father to her lots of times, pretending that she was one of my future babies: iaji, yla, or ean.

right now, i dont feel well and i wont be surprised if i wake up dead tomorrow morning. but i do have to be alive and go to manila and take care of business or something. the maiden's coming along, she has her own affairs to take care of. after that, we shall let pass the remainder of the day together the way lovers do, before she returns home, leaving me to stay there and be alone again. darn. it sucks to be me, especially when me's not with her.

gotta go. gotta wake up early tomorrow and experience what the first day of the rest of my life has in store for me. that is, if i wake up.

sheesh. i hope im not broke when christmas comes along...

downfall

i present to you: britney spears

http://www.timebomber.com/index.asp?template=files&id=animations/britney_trash

and there she goes...

bad air day

today started bad and ended bad. i hate days like this.

the freakin sore throat i woke up with stayed with me the whole day. i had wanted to take a nap after lunch but the porcupine remained at home in my esophagus. i began to cough immediately after the bath i took.

i hauled our suv out of the garage and fetched my maiden and my lil sis from their schools. i had plans. dinner was my treat. from the parking lot to the mall interior, despite my condition, i was smiles with my equally merry companions. my smile vanished the moment the restaurant clerk made the stupid mistake of doubling a single order. long story short, i didn't get my tuna misono. my internal bomb was ready to blow but i had to swith it off. if, instead of yayie and layla and her chubby friend, i was with my guy friends, something would have been broken.

me and my bottled-up rage. i guess i am kinda like my dad. except i have better self-control.

the porcupine seems to be gradually retracting its quills. but he's still there.

publish post, turn off pc, and im going straight to bed...

ive swallowed a porcupine

at least, that's how i feel right now. my throat's sore and strepsils aint helpin much. *groan.

with that...

i watched the 6th amazing race kick off on tv. it's too early to put my bet on one team. i dont wanna nitpick but they seem to get the same kinds of contestants. the usual lovers, the models, the athletes, and the old people... ugh. i would like to see a team of ex-cons/cellmates or a couple of pornstars. now that one would be amazing.

anyways...

im gonna go bathe.

i am a pig

ive dumped my job. i dont know exactly why. i was just not into it that much. and it wasnt because of my mental muse. she has always been there all the time. we just couldnt find that... that thing to push us forward and keep us rolling. i guess i really wasnt meant to be in a show that promotes a clean and healthy living. i do not care if this lifestyle ive adapted would kill me. at least id die happy.

happy-happy joy-joy.

my maiden has again told me that she isnt happy with me. well, i admit it. ive made a mistake(okay... a small number of mistakes consecutively) but it doesnt mean that im totally 100% bad. it's like saying that a guy who kills someone in self-defense is a cold-blooded mass murderer. sheesh. and it's very hard to be sorry when she goes verbal diarrhea with that terror tongue of hers. i just wish that part of our arguments would stop because it doesnt help at all. it just makes things worse.

i hope that she considers and respects my thoughts on her clothing decisions.

but we are okay. we malled today and shopped with our minds. she was beautiful today, woman beautiful just the way i like it, and i wish she'd stay that way all the time. *sigh i cant wait for her to grow up completely. she would be one fine lady. and i would love her even more.

today, i ate porkchops and rice, nachos, a double spicy burger, a super long hotdog sandwich, and a giant burger. healthy living my ass...

sheesh-kabob

i am here in manila in the condominium's nameless computer shop which closes at 10pm.

darn i shouldn't have gone here today. i should have just stayed with layla in batangas. i had a great time with her. using her luscious lips, she kissed me almost all over my body while i lied down on the bed 1/4 asleep. it was... phenomenal. she was able to tickle me in parts ive never thought... um, tickleable.

went to work only to find out that the office is closed. when i decided to leave, the director called me up and told me to just come by tomorrow. how amusing. 30 bucks down the drain.

well, im off to return my room and do one of the things i do best: bum around.

dinner: footlong and water.

then, an appointment with mr. sandman...

spewed

ive changed my blog title to "spew." and turned over "blabberbrain" to my girlfriend who will be blogging as well any time soon. and i've learned a bit on editing the template and made the title red and big. i shall customize my blog even more one of these days.

anyways...

she's back. with me. with the love and inspiration i've been needing for the past few days. my mental muse has also returned and my work is finally turning its gears. i am so glad. now, my frown is upside-down. thank you, dear maiden.

tomorrow, i am bound for manila again, to find out if those sad sleepless nights will pay off. i wish it does so i could buy some dvds. it has been a while since ive added new ones to my collection. hope i find what im lookin for, and some out of serendipity.

okay. back to work. *crack knuckles*

but before that, just one more thing...

it is november 9. two years ago i met wonderful young lady. two years and a hundred fights later, i still find her wonderful.

my shadow and me.

last night i couldnt sleep. i couldnt get her out of my mind. i was so sad, so lonely, and i felt like she was watching me, taunting me, laughing at me with her hand inside my chest squeezing my heart like a stress relief ball.

now, i feel much much worse. she still doesnt wanna talk. friends try to ease my anguish but fail. i am on the verge of giving up. somebody help me find a reason to smile.

someone quoted a line from a song: "my shadow is the only thing that walks beside me. " right.

the windshield wiper

-today...

it rained. i returned to manila for work. and for money. on the way, the bus i rode on suddenly stopped. the windshield wiper had broken off. we were transferred to another bus. where a baby kept crying like a... baby. where i saw a cute girl with nice eyes. where layla haunted my brain even more.

we fought again. no use talking about it because no matter how long i go on, it would all boil down to one thing. it was my fault. as always.

i am a windshield wiper. i may be just a small part but i am important. so make me feel important.

swish-swish-swish.


-tomorrow...

work.

the first one

:today...

i woke up at 3pm and decided to start blogging. why? i don't know.

my girlfriend sent an application to pizza hut. hope she gets the job. she really needs this. she is going through a lot, and i will be with her all the way.

my girlfriend's father continued being an asshole. he will be leaving her in peace pretty soon...

friendster is down for maintenance. yet again.

i designed "butikid" at http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine2/heromachine2.asp

my father almost destroyed our pc out of anger that the mouse wouldn't work. the cause: the cable was accidentally unplugged when he plugged in his bluetooth dongle. poor pc.

it is 2am. i shall go to bed and watch television while eating milo until i fall asleep.


:tomorrow...

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