down and stale

im trying to change the look fo this blogs, though i can't manipulate this anymore than little tweakings (base from experience, i ruined two) my friggin' new banner and links wont go. i hate it when things don't go my way. whenever i click preview it comes out as it should be, but when i save it and view it, it doesnt! it's back to it's original format!

GOD!!!!

i am so feakin' pissed.

go uste!

i've visited UST last tuesday. and oh my gawd. UST never fails to captivate me. i am overwhelmed and mesmerized by its beauty. i have never seen UST that grand before, maybe because i lived for too long that i took the place for granted, it didnt matter to me whether UST built another statue or not, but now it all seemed surreal. me standing there, walking through the halls and corridors of my old alma mater, seeing the good'ol manongs selling dirty ice cream in the park, swiping my i.d. at the kiosk and finding it still works, amazes me. like im a freshie again, walking for the first time in one of the oldest schools in asia. sitting by the frescos and benches at the quadpark, always brings back good memories. for instance the time when, pam, yoj, jas and i would sit there, reading our books and put the volume on pam's cell on full blast, or the time jas and i walked out on ms. villadolid's class to look ofr new dvds. such memories. UST never gave me bitter ones. it's all sweet and cherry. though all is not perfect in my college years, it never seemed to matter. all is well in my thomasian life.

one day is not enough to savor UST.

and i firmly declare that once a THOMASIAN, always a THOMASIAN.

a day in a life

pau and i went to the beach yesterday. we just sat there and talked for 3 hours or so... its good because we haven't talked like that in a long time, and we realized our conversation doesnt dwell on the world's cutest guy or the baddest bitch ever to threaten our life. our conversation dwelled upon our lives, the future of our working class career, living in commune with one another, money matters, political and tourism whatnots, and other worldly things we didn't know we can discuss. our age are apparently overshadowed by our appearance but our conversations revealed the old, sensitive souls that we are. or so i want to think. but nevertheless it was fun. we must do it again. we vowed to do it again. and i hope our plans pushed through... we plan to live in commune, where? in the safest place i know in manila, makati.

pics on my multiply.

harangued!

well not really harangued, more likely busy, bizzarre and definitely aching. my whole body is aching from work and transpo.

friends are harassing me for a night or a day out! yeah and i want to go out!! i miss you guys so much!!!

finally

after weeks of not blogging i finally made it.

it's been a rollercoaster ride for me these past few weeks ive been interviewed, spat at, tested and a lot more that i broke down and slept for 2 whole days, briefly waking for pee breaks. now. im more in control, my body has adjusted with my schedule and my throat though sore is doing a pretty good job.

for now, that'll be the news.

friday i'm in love

glorious friday... was texting sho, hazel, jas and pam earlier for a scheduled rendezvous, but alas! only jas and hazel replied. what? uber-busy ba kayo to even reply? im not mad, im just pissed off, well not really, im too excited to be pissed off, im re-reading patricia cornwell's portrait of a killer: jack the ripper case closed. i kindda forgot all about this, because of all the books i've read. since my training will not start till monday, im using the time i have left in rereading books.

im envious of my sister being able to go back to school this june. i want to go back to school too. she's off to baguio next week, while im off to makati. im not particularly excited for this job, but what the heck, i'll take what i can have. it's better than bumming around doing nothing.

so a hobo's life is not for me after all. well' vacation is fun while it lasted.

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heiress issue.

my inner heiress is telling me to stop whining, and get on with my work. it's a way to start my millions.

right.

im not schizo okey.

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i wanna get a haircut, or a foot spa, i just had my foot spa. im bothered. i don't know why, but i know that a trip to the salon will answer my problem.

meet my inner heiress

you know how everyone has an inner self, a schizoprenic way of escaping and coping with reality. well my reality is not that bad, but with this crazy world we have wouldn't you want to spend a minute or two with you inner self. just like billy (on the grim adventures of billy and mandy) when i get frustrated i go to my happy place and meet my inner self. in billy's case its a demented fat-ass inner frat boy. well me, it's my inner heiress.

my inner self's name is Carrie Birmingham. a shipping heiress worth 45 million dollars. she owns 5 restaurants and a pizza and pasta place, in downtown LA. she has a sister the grand socialite herself, Tiffany Birmingham, she's living the high life, getting paid attending parties, parties with other A-listers and gets free clothes and other stuff.

while tiffany lives for the camera, carrie prefers a low profile. not the low-key life like nicky hilton, but the zero visibility and anonimity by the public. though she's known in the paparazzi world, she's spared from the scandalous life her sister is leading. no pictures or gossip is attributed to her by anyone.

she always hangs out at her pizza place, but she's known there as anna. the part-time pizza delivery girl. they dont know that she's actually the owner. of all her businesses, the managers are the only ones aware of her true identity.

as the story goes, on her way to deliver a pizza, she met a cocky, but good-looking guy named nick. he was smitten right off the bat, tried to hit on her and start a conversation, but she downright snubbed him, because of the stuck up way he delivered himself. he really can't help it, he's a jock, whose used to girls flinging themselves at him. as we all know carrie have had her fair share of stuck up jocks, and nick simply isnt her type at all.

he tried to follow her but a call from work prevented the stalking. nick had told his buddy nathan about anna over beer, and tried to get anna to come to him by ordering a pizza.

will anna deliver? will nick ever have a chance to talk to anna?

find out next time, or not. tell me if you want to