SAPPHIRE AND FADED JEANS Ü

kahapon, para akong isang pusa na humahabol sa isang daga. Isang daga na may tali at hinihila ito ni Nita.

the more you chase it, the more it eludes you. to my frustration and hunger, while in my round toe heels, i walked and walked until i reached the parking.

 e, nakakapagod. nakakapundi. nakakasakit ng legs at mas lalo namang nakakamanhid ng pwet. simple lang naman ang gusto ko,e. makahanap ng isa para sa kinabukasan. mahirap bang intindihin yon?

30 days. after 30 days. i need it now. i urgently need it now. stretching myself beyond my known limits. my pseudo indifference is an effective way to trigger a relaxed disposition.

i can't get over the ambience of Mocha Blends beside my aunt's office. sobrang ganda.parang coffee prince. seryoso. masarap pala talagang umupo sa thinkng chair. now, i understand the late(?) Steve of blues clues. i want to go back. kaso, helle. sa may malayo pa yun.

SUBIC. can't na. sayang. =(

MAJOR LIFESTYLE CHANGES

1. No more shopping galore. (havs, GH, bags, shoes, clothes and etc.)
2. No more mall hopping.
3. No more signature coffee.(ha? no way. sometimes na lang. erm, once a month.)
4. No more gala - ing. (read: ang mahal na ng pamasahe.)
5. No more summer outings. (last one ko na yung sa tawilisan, saimsim with THE BLOCK. haha)
6. No more Seventeen magazine. (read: it stimulates my shopping pangs.)
7. I will always bring water and saltline crackers wherever I go. (I can't afford those bottled iced - teas and chips anymore.)
8. I will start dropping coins in my malnourished piggy banky.
9. I will not nurture any feelings of longing and desire for new things. (kaya ko 'to!)
10. I will fix my closet.( I need to mix 'n' match outfits now.)

headache. not having it means that i am already dead. seriously. it never leaves me. it is there when i wake up in the morning. when i make my coffee. when i clean. when i read books. when i hunt for a job. when i surf the net. when i think of...er...there you goÜ. what i am trying to say is that, i am bored. har.

you should've heard/seen my plans for this summer. plans. yer. Über big plans that could've happened if it weren't for the rice shortage caused by the sumilao farmers. ghost retailers, die! BIG 9, be small. i am frustrated. so frustrated. last sunday, i said bye - bye to my ATM. i'll never see it again. huw. i am so not me without that ATM. tsk.tsk. times change and i have to let go of that magnetic card (puta. ang drama). and how many beach invites have i declined? ONE. ha! only one. but...it's THE BEACH.

grades.har. a curly 3 for stat. MG. oble, how? it should be more like: oble, please? shit.i hate math. i hate numbers. it's MATH. math caused me to become a silver medalist instead of a gold medalist way back in highschool. math sucks. math is hate. har. math is BFV.

JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL. the best. finished it in 2 hours. hehe. persuasion's good but er, kinda' boring.

CLAUD: no load until i don't know. it depends. how's you? SEE YOU TOM! 9:30 -10:00, ROOM 205.

ELA: i want to subic. huhu. but i can't.

JULIE: leloy = choco baclava. yum.

LOU: STARB??Ü

EVERYONE: PLEASE LEAVE SOME COMMENTS. IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.

one fine day, you think that you'll be doing fine in the sunrises to come but you're wrong. very much wrong. yesterday you were laughing sweet yet the day after is just the same as the day that had passed by. what is, then, the point of renewing your thoughts and eliminating the bad vibes if it would actually come back the very next day. smiling would then be impractical. coffee would then be necessary. everything is possible. there's no more hesitation. it might seem a little bit crowded though the truth is, there's more space than you thought. you fly from one place to another and still you belong nowhere else. too much. too much. too deep. too shallow. too stupid.and you'll never know.

this is love♥. ha! i am credited!Ü *bows*

it starts in the simplest way possible and may continue in the most complicated, crooked, rocky path there is. at some unlucky times, the road is blocked. you take the most convenient detour, the most friendly route, and yet, you still end up aggravated for a lot of motorists took the same road.

tsk, tsk, tsk. i am a reckless driver. you should've seen me drive the bump car and the arcade-ish car..fatal, brutal, violent. wooow! but the thing is, i always beat my opponent. har.

and i did REALLY beat my opponent. i am not happy about it. i am not proud of it. at least, i am still here..the opponent-being still there but not demonstrating the former.

i tried honesty, dimplomacy, apathy, er, apathy and anger and sarcasm and indifference. it brought me the same sane results lead by variation of beginnings. oh, time? i don't think too much of time when i am in a competiton. i also don't think that i have wasted too much time, too much effort and too much investements. i saw it as natural occurence in the life of a reckless driver. death is inevitable. failure is unjustified. going beyond one's limits is the first and last requirement. there is no turning back. once you're in the road, in the race track, you can only go forward.

shit.