I just had a satisfying meal of pinakbet, rice, coke, and ice cream - nutrition I had denied myself to save my allowance for nasty org. sanctions and other unnecessary expenses. People notice that I'm gaining weight now, which is good because people perceive me as unhealthy when I was thin. Some thought I followed a certain diet to make my jawline and collar bone prominent. Some classmates even ask me to reveal the "secret" behind my weigh loss. Whenever that happens I simply tell them "Hashish brownies are great! They're like weird nutrition bars that make you lose weight." Haha I was definitely joking when I said that. I would never do drugs. Prohibited drugs are evil. Plunging a needle into my arm will permanently damage my brain, and my moral fiber. I'm a good girl. I'm a (recovering) Catholic.

My weight loss can be primarily attributed to two things:
1.) Lack (sometimes absence) of food in the fridge,
2.) A tight budget
I rarely bring people to my house because apart from being untidy (because sloth is my deadliest sin) our fridge has a food shortage that can rival Somalia. Next is budget that's a real pain the arse. Through the course of my life I learned two things: First, rejection is a bitch (you don't even have to give her roofies). Second, if you are a child of a miser, not having enough money is mandatory pain...like death and paying taxes. Surviving a day with just a small amount of money is a real bust. Seventy percent of my daily allowance goes to public transportation (vehicles that claim to be air-conditioned and vehicles that can send a passenger to a hospital E.R. at any second) and thirty percent goes to food and miscellaneous items such as photocopied notes, school supplies, cell phone load, sanitary napkins in case of emergency, etc. That thirty percent is a very small amount, considering that a complete meal in the cafeteria requires at least forty percent of my allowance. -_-;
Life definitely sucks when one parent is a cheapskate and the other doesn't even support you financially. At least I'm not a walking advertisement for liposuction anymore ;) *sweet lemonizing*


P.S. Sa mga bata sa katipunan na nanghihingi ng pera...Stop pestering me hoooo!!! \(^^)/

If you had the the dalai lama's patience to read my last post, you'll definitely think that I've turned into *elmo the emo* (that red furry retard from sesame street who giggles a lot but then turns real sad for no apparent reason). Perhaps I'm losing my sense of humor because a lot of people are mean to me, especially that hobo oscar the grouch. Why is he always grouchy and whiny? It's not my fault that he has no capacity to smell anything, not even the pungent filth within the very garbage can he lives in. Maybe his nose fell off because he lives in a damn garbage can. It's possible that he hates me because he's envious with my ability to move on my own. People find it really cute when I roll on the ground and giggle like a lunatic. On the other hand, nobody cares about his occasional mobility with the help of his friend Bruno, the trashman.

*emo mode + wrinkled sack of hatred mode*

The last few days have been very awkward and stressful. I’m really angry with what has happened to the point that I want to break the neck of person responsible for the big mess. A lot of people got involved and got hurt. However, I should also blame myself for initiating the whole thing. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have believed in something that is impossible. I did consider the consequences but I allowed my emotion to take over.

To clean the mess, I decided to put an end to everything. Once again I will isolate myself from everything and everyone related to that place. I’ll never set foot on that place or speak to the people in it. And finally, I’ll never follow my heart.

*tivo related*

Now that I can’t catch Lost reruns, the only tv show I watch, or rather saw is rockstar supernova. (rock counterpart of American idol) Supernova is composed of Gilby Clarke of Guns n Roses, Tommy Lee of Motley Crue (He’s still dirty and old as ever) and Jason Newsted of Metallica. They all came from Metal bands but Supernova is a completely different entity. The show gives them the chance to choose a frontman or frontwoman. My favorite contestant is Storm Large. She’s very talented, down- to- earth, and beautiful. By the way….she’s very sexy haha XD She’s the complete package, unfortunately, she was the fifth rocker who got eliminated. I’m very disappointed with Supernova’s decision to keep Dilana instead of Storm. Well, it’s their loss. The last song she performed was *Wish you were here* by pink floyd. It’s a very sad song; it even drove me to tears. I want it to be my funeral song ^^;

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange

a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,

year after year,

running over the same old ground. What have we found?

The same old fears,

wish you were here.

Although sniffing fresh paint is a good way of losing a few remaining brain cells, I still love inhaling the scent of a freshly painted wall. But I know I have to stop when I'm starting to get dizzy and starting to think about things that only a crackhead (who does body piercings in a sleazy back alley) would consider profound. One time I thought about World War III. If it's going to happen tomorrow how will I save my arse from being blown into smithereens? If there's nothing else left to eat but my own friends, who would be the best source of nutrition? Assuming that all of my friends are dead (because a glutton named ******** ate them all like a bag of candies in one sitting) who are going to be my bomb shelter buddies?

If I have to share a bomb shelter with a person who's totally self-absorbed and conceited, I swear to God I'll totally light my fart to blow up the shelter, and kill him/her in the process. However, if my bomb shelter pals are cool, then I'd pray to God that the war would never be over. My short I-want-to-die-next-to-you-in-a-bomb-shelter-while-war-is-going-on list includes Neil Gaiman.

Neil Gaiman has every drop of writing talent, intelligence, and creativity that I wish I was born with. He is the only author who can make me ditch the tivo for a good book. I think he's the only Englishman who doesn't have the *boring trait* in his DNA. And everything else about him makes me want to swoon: tall, scruffy, (I don't mind scruffiness), shaggy hair, always dressed in black, exudes an aura of geekiness (yes, I do like geeks. If you have a problem with that I'll smack your face!), and a great deal older than me. Probably too old for me. Think Melania Knauss- Donald Trump age gap. If I had a boyfriend who's exactly like Neil, the police might arrest him for statutory rape because I look like a 14-year old. Too bad Neil's totally married...with three kids. Haha! XD

I'm done reading American Gods and I can say with confidence that it is the best book I've read so far. It overthrew Neverwhere from the #1 spot!

For the first few days in the bomb shelter I'll probably just stare at him in awe while he's typing about the war in his Apple laptop. After weeks of silence, if he starts talking to me I'd be terrified to death! He's extremely "cerebral" that there's like an IQ pre-requisite that I should pass before I can talk to him. Even a simple conversation with him about *fish n chips* would definitely be nerve-racking for me. (I'm not even sure if I can face him in a book signing.) Fortunatly he's a nice guy. Maybe that would equip him with enough patience to deal with a timid person like me. Lol!
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Oooh by the way we have a new internet cafe that just opened a few days ago. Now I can train for dota...for free! ^__^ The address is unit 3 Ground Floor The Zone Building 7224 Malugay St. Bel-Air Makati City. (near Mapua) It quite far, even from our house, but if you happen to be in that area check it out ^0^ It's way prettier than 129 heehee.


What a fugly customer!!!

Anyone who gets stuck in a boring situation turns to daydreaming for relief. A typical guy would daydream about his dream car: sleek, fast, and dangerous. A typical girl would daydream about her dream wedding: plush, perfect, and glamorous with the Vera Wang dress. A typical perve who can’t get laid would daydream about his first shag: a sequel to ms. Hilton’s infamous tape. A basketcase like me would daydream about successfully burying someone so deep in the ground that the earth’s core would incinerate this person’s arse. Sweet.

Sorry for the long hiatus. It's just that I've been very busy with a lot of important things like cutting my nose hair and shaving my back. I also apologize for the crappy Christmas entry. I really wanted to brag about how my Christmas was better than everyone else; unfortunately I had a terrible case of constipated thinking.

So what's new with my life?? Hmm...I'm starting to like Statistics. Vigile was right! To like a certain subject you must find something interesting or appealing about it. Well I like saying *x bar* (the symbol for mean) so much that I got good marks in the quizzes and homeworks. I just wish there are more cool-sounding "words" in the finals so that I won't lose my interest in stat.

Useless trivia: Did you know that Pamela Anderson is older than Celine Dion? Heh I was surprised to discover that the Baywatch babe known for her enormous rack is actually an old fart! What a real shocker!...well not really because a lot of people don't give a damn about this information. Just like how a lot of people are not interested with Tommy Lee's latest solo effort...or his latest venereal disease.

Joke that made me laugh: Bungee jumping is suicide for indecisive people. Heh I advise suicidal people to go bungee jumping instead of climbing electrical posts or billboards since most of them are gutless anyway. Plus I don't like power interruptions while watching Conan (O' Brien) ridicule Max Weinberg and La Bamba.

Guilty Pleasure. I'm ashamed to admit that I am quite fond of Wham and George Michael songs (except for Careless Whisper). Haha I'm so gay. "Relax" is my current favorite. One time while I was buying Lapids chicharon I heard a drunk man butcher "Careless Whisper". It was so awful!

Face-off. My classmate told me that I look a bit like Bonnie Lisbon (Chelse Swain), one of the Lisbon sisters in the indie film *the Virgin Suicides* I'm so glad that I'm not the only person in this world who's cursed with a horrible moon (fat) face! The interesting thing though is Bonnie and I are similar in a lot of ways.

*Parallelisms between Bonnie and Bakedthru*:
1. Baby-faced
2. Not allowed to date
3. Raised by control freaks
4. Quite mute
5. Awkward
6. Ascetic
7. imprisoned in a house
8. Depressed...boo hoo
I'm not the only person in our group who has a doppelganger. Stacy looks a bit like Lara Fabregas, Mia has a twin in the blue batch (winks at stacy), Kimmy looks like Lane (Gilmore Girls) with eye glasses, and kuya Bins reminds me of Sean Robert Leonard (Neil in *dead poets society*)

Addiction? Mom, I blew all the rent money on ecstacy pills!!! I'd say something like this if I am a vein-shooting junkie. But I'm not and we own our house.
I don't have addictions to feed since I don't have atm tattooed on my forehead. (You should have money to accommodate vices, right?) The only things considered as "addictions" in my life are music and computer games.
The last time we played Dota my eyes turned red, almost bloodshot! Heh it was quite embarrassing...^ ^; The game is so fun! But I'm not obsessed with it...yet.

Our rude and hideous-looking neighbors (trust me, Fat Bastard's arse looks better than any of them) are setting up decors that are perfectly *similar* to our decors last year. Those f-ing rip-offs!!!

The temperature is dropping like a rock and the only thing keeping me warm at night (are impure thoughts about Trent) is a pillow case.

I have to pretend that I don't have friends, or better yet quarrel with my friends to spare them from the agony of receiving crappy gifts from a cheap-arsed gift giver such as I.

Oh bitchcakes, it's Christmas again!!!


I really had a great time during the Christmas gathering. A lot of people came, including people who I haven't seen for ages. Like Ausel, he's all grown up now and he ditched his eye glasses for spiffy new contact lenses. And Rico, heh he's taller than Sig. Aww they're growing up so fast. Kuya Beans also came and he kept on persuading us to play dota. heh.

Tracy brought Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Heh it's a hilarious British film. I liked it so much that I made this. (see pic)

*i copied the maze from the meathead perspective because I'm too dumb to create a maze, but I did the rest.*

PS. I should be blamed for the salty crinkles. Sorry forgot to sift.

PSS. Happy New Year everyone!

love,
Bakedthru