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5:00 - Wakes up from phone's recurrent alarm. Harrumphs over stupidity of phone since it isn't a school day. Realizes that self has set the alarm. Is chagrined. Goes back to sleep. 8:00 - Wakes up. Blearily watches 3 hours of MTV Non-Stop and/or Discovery Channel. Contemplates doing something productive. Decides against it. 10:30 - Goes back to sleep. Again. 1:00 - Wakes up. Again. Spends 30 minutes deciphering the squiggly lines on the ceiling. 6:00 - Official dinner time. Snaffles through. Just a few p...
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This is for Kuya Marthy. And because I can't resist poking fun at the silliness of it all. The Travails Of Breaking Lighting Fixtures, Medieval Security And Other Thoughts On. Cease breaking my hallucinogenic-burning hallway incense burners, Belmont! Or face the wrath of Evil Minion No. 5! Not when i'm just 9,997 gold pieces from that next uber-schwanky codpiece! To get the frying pan, you have to pass by the room with the giant meat grinder chasing after you.". And the room with the falling spikes.".
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2 bottles of Smirnoff, a bag each of Lay's and Doritos, and one can of cheese dip gave birth to a deconstructed skirt, denim arm warmers and the beginnings of a new addiction. It all started with a little idea. Fashionista me wanted a new skirt (deconstructed) made from one pant leg. Seeing that Gian had a flair for sewing things with his handy-dandy Easy Stitch(TM) (.it slices! Snip, snip, snip. Sew, sew, sew. And lots of alcoholic beverages in between. Has been currently put on hold for het. Yes. Rikku...
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I view school as a necessary evil with the same fondness as I used to do with Tempra. Don't get me wrong. I don't want to un-enroll myself from La Salle Dasma and choose to just work as a layout artist to schwanky publishing firms. OK Right. I. There's this little nerve near my eye that keeps on pinging. It might probably be because I've been staring at computer monitors for the past five days now which, I don't usually mind if I was staring at a non-blurry computer monitor. Am I being redundant? Pandora...
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Humans have a steep tendency towards sado-masochism. That morbid fascination for a bleeding wound, the flow of bright crimson, daring the body's life force to give up it's mysteries, as if life itself was contained in those few precious rivulets of blood. We know that we live because we bleed. We know we breathe because of the painful intake of air on our constricted lungs. De Sade and Sacher-Masoch didn't invent sado-masochism. They just gave it a name. Because Cholo, you don't. I suggest you watch.
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Lmelg uh dra mehg! Ed'c Gioy Anel'c payn! Rddb:/ esk.brudupilgad.lus/ympisc/j238/tamelytawy/mpp.zbk. Sfyryry. Ed sekrd lusa eh ryhto cusa tyo vun pmylgsyem binbucac. E ghuf. E ys cuuuu ajem.). My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten. Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.". Lrumu, rana'c dra mehg vun dra lrepe tnyfehk. E ghuf, E ghuf. Risun sa. Want to be saved.
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This was supposed to be a funny post filled with witticisms concerning my fixation (again! Regarding shinobi and stupid jutsus and snails and christening myself as the Adobe-kage and/or clapping my hands together and randomly slapping them on various flat/non-flat objects while dreaming up of various. Interesting curlicued things to transmute. As such as it is, there's been a. Problem regarding my past. How many months before Mama goes home again? A mystery is explained! With massive capitalist tendencies.
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RANDOM BLOG JOTS SINCE I COULDN'T BE ARSED TO WRITE SOMETHING IN LONG PARAGRAPHS. Saw Kuya Aldrin. Our talking, moving version of the lighthouse of Alexandria. Chris Carabba phrased it quite well in Screaming Infidelities: ".your hair, it's everywhere, screaming. BAD DYE JOB! I would have called it flaxen if the yellow wasn't so particularly obnoxious. Hay. It reminds me of hay. I love Kuya Aldrin. Dearly. But. Ack. Fuck making statements. Bleeding ugly, it is. FRIDAY. FRIDAY. FRIDAY. My organs are still...
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Had a mean bone in my body. Back then, even when I was still a wee little tot, (Cholo would argue that I. I never as much as said 'Boo! Queens sharpened their claws on the hapless un-cliqued and un-cool student populace) tagged my inherent un-mean-ness as being a spineless wimp. So my apathy finally surfaced and I became the loner who frequented the libraries poring over dusty books and sketching furiously while the teacher thought us flimsy textbook dogmas. Mang iwan sa ere. They Stood Up For Love.
