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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
people run away from things that scare them. people avoid instances that weaken them. we all want to show people that we can hold on our own, it shows them that we're unaffected; because no one wants a loser, we admire people who are not vulnerable, people who are in control. but when has anyone ever really been in control? it would be stupid to think that we are capable of inhibiting what we really feel, to feign joy when we're half-dead with loneliness, to show people we won't falter when actually we're crumbling down. that's tantamount(waha) to lying. and lying is a very bad thing. so what should i do then?


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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
happy new year




one thing i dont understand is why bad things happen to good people. we've already discussed it during our bible study, but i can never seem to get past the question. maybe God does have His own reasons for allowing us to get sick, suffer,die, and get dumped. and the thing is, the more we ask for God's help, the more difficult things get. Maybe demons really get their way sometimes. Maybe we're just human, generally destined to fall victim to all mortal perils; it's our nature to incurre(uh spell) physical, spiritual and emotional illness. Well if I was God absolutely no one would suffer. No one would break hearts and get their hearts broken, cause it's so hard to deal with the loneliness of rejection. Everyone would have a lifetime supply of pizza and donuts, eat all they want and never get fat, and no one would get sick with diabetes and cancer. Don't we all wish that. Unfortunately I'm not God, and I don't have the power to rid all the earth of pain and suffering. So if I don't possess the ultimate all-encompassing power of an other-worldly being, the most i can (and in fact actually) do, is pray that people would be strong enough to overcome the many trials that knock on their doors every single day. I pray that everyone would have a reason to smile, and every employee would get a decent holiday leave,and that people would stop bitching and start loving each other. I pray that this year would be better than the last, and that each and every person would be better than they were. The thing about new year is that it's new, and new things inspire possibility, change, beginnings. So here's a happy new year to you, and a happy birthday to me! :D



may my fucking stomach stop fucking aching, and may you get everything you want this year.


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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
it's actually more than embarrasing. it's moritfying. it makes my face turn red and makes me shrink 5 times smaller than my actual size (which is microscopic considering im small.)super lost all my dignity with what happened last december 4, 2008 at the camp crame gymnasium. no i didnt trip during our routine. i didnt poop in my pants. its probably worse. it started during a game...


a vball game. i was watching the elimination of the vball girls' game with my classmate over at the side of the court. itago na natin siya sa pangalang "boy-j". so there, boy-j and i were messing around with the drums, laughing our asses off, telling jokes, just hangin around. it was all good. until..

masyado pakielamero si boy-j, he probably had nothing to do and was intent on messing around. without warning he took my left sneaker off and started examining it.

"mabaho yan", i warned him


too late



before i could even stop him he was sniffing the fucking sneaker and was recoiling from it like he smelled something naaasty.



PUTANGINAAAAA!



the friggin guy sniffed my friggin shoe! and he didnt friggin like it.




that was so embarrassing. i wanted to fucking die and take my stinky feet with me. but it would probably leave a stinky trail. putangina.



"mabaho nga!" he told me.



well, cant say i didnt warn him. his fault. "ulol ka kasi eh bat mo inamoy??" i wanted to yell at him. but hey, what's done is done. he was young, curious and careless, and that's what he got. now he knows my feet stink, and even advised me to use powder. um, sure boy-j. i'll keep that in mind.



well there you go kids, hope you learned your lesson: dont go sniffing other people's sneakers! it's just plain stupid. save yourself the discomfort and the akwardness.


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