Sunday, January 29, 2012

He's gone gone gone gone gone

I feel like exploding and have no idea where to release it but here because every other website is so public and out there. I think too much. Scrambled thoughts right now. I wish I could hold myself together. I don't know why people have to torture themselves and play depressing music like fuckers. I let a week of silence pass. I was happy. I thought everything would go away but sometimes they just come back and I feel like killing myself. Just one day ruined all the fucking progress. I saw him yesterday. Maybe for the last time. I watched him from the window. He watched me cry. I watched him walk away. He's gone. My eyes hurt like they're burning or something. My hands are shaking and I'm just going to let this all out. I don't give a fuck. Who gives a fuck. I'm a terrible person. Shit this hurts like fuck. I should never be left alone because things happen when I'm alone. I'll miss him. This will pass.  I know it will. Soon. I need to stay strong. So strong or the same shit will just happen to me. I can't think. I can't. I don't know. What the fuck is happening to me. I want red wrists. I'm talking to myself. Fucking hell this is such a shitty fucking morning. I hate this. My heart feels like someone is cutting it up into bits and burning each little piece of it one by one.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Look how they shine for you

400 years are over. This was the 40000 voices event that followed after a mass at the field. It was a bright night
I watched the best fireworks of my life. 
Here's the whole show but this is nothing compared to how it was live. I can't get over how beautiful it all was. It felt like a few inches from my reach, watching it live.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Four hundred years

UST's 400th year is nearly over. Freshmen were required to walk around in these ancient looking clothes. Here is my improvised costume. It was fun seeing everyone in these things like we all lived from long long ago.
Hoho hello heneral
♥ 1SLP 4ever ♥
Took some really gay pictures at lovers lane. Oh here is my so serious face!
Then there was a procession where we were given candles and lace veils. Candle wax was dripping on my skin.
This picture is scary
These pictures look so old and lovely. Sometimes I wish I were born in a different time.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Theory of devolution

People know me for making really gay powerpoints. There's barely any ways I can release my creative energy in the subjects that have to with my course. So I go all out when it comes to these things.

For Philippine Literature, I have a report on Zafra's My Own Theory of Devolution.
I drew this shit just for my report hoho. I know I must be bored.

I actually got an easy and interesting selection to report on. I'm a lucky lady. It's a good read so I'll put it down here just because I feel like it.

See, I have this theory about alcohol. The more you drink, the lower you go down the evolutionary ladder. When you start swigging the vodka (or the poison of your choice), you’re recognizably human. A few shots later, the change begins.
Your vision blurs. The room appears to be spinning. Slowly, at first, then you feel like you’re inside a blender with some oranges and ice. Your face feels lopsided, and you ask your drinking companions if one side of your face is larger than the other. And when you have to go to the bathroom, walking upright makes you nauseous. You sort of slouch over with your arms down to your knees and do an ape-like shuffle… And that’s when you’ve gone APE. Monkey. Simian. You’ve just rejoined our distant relatives.
But you don’t stop drinking, nonono. What, and be a spoilsport? You go on swilling the drink of depressed Russians, the stuff they imbibe because it takes so long to line up for Coke. Soon, you can’t even stay on your feet anymore. Your legs turn into vestigial appendages (meaning they’re there but you can’t use them). And if you have to travel to another part of the room, you crawl over. You slither on your hands and stomach. You even make a cursing noise that resembles hissing. Bingo. You’re in the REPTILE stage.
If you’re normally the talkative, hyperverbal sort, you will find that imbibing alcohol not only loosens your tongue, but charges it electrically. First there is a noticeable rise in the volume of your voice. Soon you’ve got a built-in megaphone. Not only do you insult your friends in a voice that carries all the way to the next block, but you also reveal your darkest secrets to people you just met two hours ago. You stop talking and you start speechifying. You get pompous. Eventually you stop making sense. A sure sign that you’ve devolved to the POLITICIAN level, a stage closely related to reptiles particularly crocodiles (buwaya). It is here that you are at your most obnoxious.
Fortunately the politician stage passes, although the duration varies from person to person. Some verbose types can go on for hours, in which case it is necessary to force feed them several kilos of polvoron (a very effective mouth sealant). On the other hand, you could tape everything they say, and make some bucks through good old honest blackmail.
You keep on drinking, and the alcohol content of your blood continues to rise. Your brains are getting pickled. If you should insist upon driving yourself home, you will make things really easy for the mortuary people. They wouldn’t have to embalm you anymore, they can just stick you in a jar and put you under bright lights for your grieving relatives. You can’t even crawl anymore, so in your warped state of mind, you attempt to swim on the floor. This is either the Sammy the Sperm phase, in which you regress to the time you were racing several thousand other sperm cells to reach that egg, or the FISH phase, fish being lower down the food chain.
Soon your body refuses to take any more pickling, and goes to sleep on you. You pass out on whatever surface you happen to be on. Hopefully you land on a surface that is not conducive to pneumonia. (This is why you must make sure friends are present when you drink. If you get smashed, you can be reasonably sure they won’t leave you on the street to get run over by a truck.). When you’ve lost consciousness, you’ve gone as far down the evolutionary ladder as you can. You’re not even a living organism anymore, you’re a ROCK.
The next morning, the process of evolution starts up again. You wake up, and you ask. “How did I get here? Where am I? What’s my name?” Your mouth tastes like toxic waste, battery acid, or something that you forgot to put in the refrigerator that developed green spots. Your head is being bludgeoned at regular intervals with an invisible bag of shot.
You mouth vile things – you’re a politician. You crawl toward the bathroom – you’re a reptile. You stand on your legs to reach the sink – you’re a monkey. You throw up, and between heaves, you swear never to touch The Vodka from Hell again. You’re making resolutions you know you won’t keep – Congratulations, you’re human again.

Taste of your honey is so sweet

I dressed up with high waist shorts for the damn Katy Perry concert. Had to see it and bought last minute tix from strangers.
These are the only pictures I took because I had no idea that SLRs are not allowed in the concert grounds. What fuckers. So here are shit pictures from my Iphone at the bronze zone.
I wish she kissed me instead. I would've took my shirt off.
Not my picture btw
Katy Perry is my only girl crush for the rest of my life. I got home at nearly 2 in the morning. Bought KFC from a gas station and ate at home with Niko.
Hi Niko ! Thanks for bringing me home
Do it all again

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Shindig in lace and bandage skirts

Ara & I are such pretty little fuckers. Ready for a party. Didn't bring my camera to the party. Too much of a hassle. Ara V takes beautiful pictures. I apologize in advance for the intense vanity.
OMG Roxy in the background HAHA
Nice ass

I can't believe we were also like this years ago. Damn, time flies like really fast. I love you Ara V.
2 years ago (?)
Anyway it was a fucking amazing night. Oh, I feel lovely and happy. Ara V & Bea slept over after the party. Sleeping at 4 in the morning.