nuninuninuninu

my love you are (in these moments) brightness in the waning of the sun,

the streak of rebellious light the deepening dark of night cannot (try as it might) hide.

you are (embracing me) a frighteningly perfect sanctuary.

however and this however is the mother of all of them:

i am aware of how little i can say i know of you, and can therefore not seek solace in.

sem break ala slug

for a truly fulfilling two to three weeks* of vacation you need the following:

volumes 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, and 9 of the totally amusing and til this year ignored by me pugad baboy.

other books with absolutely no intellectually redeeming value whatsoever.

edan et al to have a couple (or more than that) beers with. and drunkenly warble at the local cheap ktv with.

a bottle of vodka (not the really expensive shit...they all start to taste the same when you get going anyways...absolut will do) hidden from your obsessive compulsive house cleaner of a father to while away the nights when you're allowance-less and gimmick-less.

the juice to go with the vodka.

dvds of your favorite shows and shows you'd like to watch care of your friendly neighborhood pirated dvd purveyors. and given by an adorable lawyer you happen to know.

said adorable lawyer to go on siomai stop-overs and drinking binges (binge for me, four or five for him) and different-places-to-eat hunting with. also to hug and adore and bombard with prank calls at a certain pompous (and i say this just cause there ain't a chance in hell they'll ever hire me) law firm where he toils and toils (in theory and maybe in practice) when he isn't asleep. or with me. or asleep while with me.

sisters to slug the day away in front of the tv with you. with matching annoying-adorable nephew to say "oh my dod pancit" at the perfect emotionally charged moments.



i dunno. works for me.




* it depends...on how good you are at pretending you have no responsibilities and avoiding bedroom spring cleaning (as well as your father's evil eye)

catharsis in blog and booze

so the past few weeks have been an exercise in retardation. mainly because a certain meanses bitch has been unbelievably fun and adorable (when not jinxing, annoying, and mocking me in violation of a moratorium). partly because i've been for the most part more sober than usual and so more able to appreciate the flowers and the trees and the birds and the bees and all that shit--though the sobriety is in large part the influence of said meanses bitch, so blush na all you want yihee.

but of course me being me however much i try to avoid conflict there are things that manage to penetrate my veil of tranquility and just piss me off. so i will write about them now in the hopes that doing so will prevent any melt down.

like certain sanctimonious hypocritical ingrates who aren't worth more than this paragraph. let's fucking see if i waste four september weekends on you. waste of good drinking time. sumbitches.

like a person i used to call friend pero sge na, wag na lang. i prefer my friends with a bit more backbone, thank you very much. and you will find that i am much more unforgiving and unbending and all the unfavorable-to-your-cause-"un's" than i was when you and your idiotic friends first got to know me. at this point in my life where i no longer care about pleasing people i find that i am happier, so sorry nalang talaga. i'm not at all willing to keep on making excuses for someone's weakness of character. so there.

like a certain exam i am proud to say i studied for (and for the most part stayed sober for) but, like all of the sumbitch exams i've had in the past five semesters of my life as a lost student, i will most probably royally flunk. the hell do i care about checks and promissory notes anyway? it's not like i have enough money these days to negotiate any instrument with. same goes for rules on evidence i would very much like to use in my future career as a lawyer but if my stupidity keeps up i might never have a career in law. (if i may add, a certain meanses bitch had something to do with this. you jinxed me booger). in sum,

me+exams of any sort= failure.

good luck nalang sa bar. but if booger continues to jinx me the bar might be far far away and i won't have to worry about it come 2009.

the list goes on and on it seems, but anyways, them's the shits. nothing a good blog vent and lots of beer can't handle.