Ako. Wala na akong maramdaman. Puro iwas, sa araw-araw (araw-araw-araw) na
Buhay? Yun ata ang tawag nila dun. Winala na ata ni Oras. Si Ako.

Huminga ka man, tatlong higup ng hangin. Huwag ka nang pipikit. Tapos.
Hihilain ka nila pabalik. (Sayang daw ang liwanag, nandiyan na ang dilim)

Matatawa ka na lang. Nang walang dahilan.
Hahalakhak ka. Hahalakhak. (Haha-ha-ha-lak-hak).
Para 'di ka nila pa-iisipin. Itago mo lang 
May dugo pa bang umaagos sa iyong katawan?





(erm, to be continued.. napudpod na ko... sa uulitin)

I'm bored. I'm not rich-white-girl-does-yoga-twice-a-week-and-classes-once-a-week-and-parties-and-does-drugs-but-is-so-omg-so-effing-bored bored.  But I'm bored.

Dear God, can I get a life line? 

Gabby had an operation last week and today we learned she has thyroid cancer. Granma Luz had it and its scary that I might get it too. Mom is going crazy because of it and has eliminated sodas and adding blueberries and naked juice to the shopping list.

And I'm sick because I've been doing overtime this whole week. Damn.

And, and... status quo is in the top two! WTF man. W-T-F.

In happier news, Alaine is having her debut on April 5 so woohoo!

Plus today in the bank guess who I saw... Marcia Cross from Desperate Hosewives. I could've helped her out if I wasn't stuck with another customer. Gah.

I don't write simply because I do not have anything to write about. What drives me to write is, for lack of a better term, teenage angst. 

I think teenage angst has more to do with the weird (supposedly small) things we concern ourselves with like feeling as if we were the center of the universe and heartbreak and nasty clique wars, and less to do with being over twelve and under twenty (because after all, you can still think you're the center of the universe when you turn twenty-one).

Less than a year out of college and I think my supply in teenage angst is running low.

I miss writing things that have more to do with my neverending process of mending myself after every fall and less about how much I spent on overpriced shoes.

I miss my teenage angst.



I'm hoping it's just on sabbatical.
 

Boo DMV. You suck.





LOL.

"What can I help you with today sir?"
"Oh just a deposit."
"Alright." Take slip and checks, enter amount, validate receipt...

"My son's friend died today."
"Oh goodness. I'm so sorry. What happened?" What the..? Like I care, old man. Move on.
"Not quite sure. He's in New York." Blah blah blah blah.
"Will you be going to New York for the funeral then?"
"No, my son is there though. Keith Ledger...?"
"Oh."
"Yeah, he's a young actor. You know, the one in that cowboy movie..."
"Heath Ledger?"
"Heath, yeah that's him."


Holy shit.



NOOOOOO!!!!