January 8th, 2009
The Peter Phenomenon POSTED AT 07:07 PM in Love At the end of the day, it's still Mark that I want by my side. Oh, it's the Peter Phenomenon all over again. While I was with all those other guys, my blank eyes stared out at the world, wishing I was with him instead. I would go out, have sex, come home, and blandly wipe my body clean of their scent. I would tuck in myself to bed and Peter would just be on my mind. I would pop 6 or 7 valiums to rid my head of thoughts of him. It's the Peter Phenomenon. Except now, it's Mark on my mind, and I have Ritalin on my hands. The cycle is only just beginning. Everything starts again tomorrow.
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January 7th, 2009
Back in Business POSTED AT 09:48 PM in Love I have a date on Friday. And Miguel texted already. Yahoo! Two boys for me. Hahahahaha. Eat your heart out, Mark. |
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January 7th, 2009
bleep bleep bleep POSTED AT 06:27 PM Says my dinasour pc. My RAM crashed once again. Great. Good thing I have my cousin's laptop here in the house or else I'm gonna be cyberworld-deprived for weeks. My pc is in dire need for an upgrade (read: another addition to my endless list of things to buy). Note to self: check out for the price of a hard disk drive and RAM when I tour Gilmore next week. So here's my updated list:
Right, we create our own needs. But hey, as long as we have the dough to buy them, I don't see anything wrong with that. And of course as long as we don't set aside our other financial responsibilities, then everything should be okay. Humdrumhumdrumhumdrum. On the other channel though, everyone's going crazy in my family. Yeah, having six aunts and three uncles who all have screaming personalities, could be pretty chaotic. I swear, once I get my passport, I'd be out of this country as soon as possible. I just wanna be in another place where no one else knows me. The perfect escape. Baaaah. Someday. Someday. |
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January 6th, 2009
Linking back and related entries POSTED AT 12:07 PM in General News For patron accounts, I've added one new feature: linkbacks. Any time a Tabulas user posts an entry that links to a particular entry of yours, you'll see it appear in the comment view of a page. This will help you discover who's talking about your entries on Tabulas, and it is a way to encourage you to link to other's posts as well! I've also started processing Tabulas entries for the "Related" entries feature - for those of you who don't know, this is a magical feature which will try to find "related" entries that you've written. Sometimes it's accurate, sometimes it's not. But it's fun to see what entries will show up :) Related entries are processed nightly, so you may have to wait a bit to get related entries. All patron account should have had their entries processed, though. |
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January 5th, 2009
So.. POSTED AT 06:58 PM in Love He got my number. I'm just waiting for the text. Yahoo! I am back in business.
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January 5th, 2009
Screaming Infidelities POSTED AT 05:04 AM in Love I think you're sleeping with someone else already. And I'm not, and that sucks. And it's all my fault. If I had just given in to him, I would be sleeping with somebody too... I'm so fucking stupid, it's not funny. I know by the way you say things that you're doing something naughty. Tangina. Tangina. Hindi na siguro tayo magbabalikan. Ang sakit isipin pero totoo na siguro yun. Tapos magkakagirlfriend ka, tapos ipopost nyo yung pictures nyo na magkasama, like you never did with me. Then it's back to rehab for me. |
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January 5th, 2009
How I Spent My 26th Birthday - Part II POSTED AT 01:36 AM Part I: here Part II – Or How To Organize a Rockin’ Good Party I was not planning on having any sort of birthday celebration. It was just supposed to be me and R but I already have but a handful of friends, I didn’t want to alienate anymore. So I sent out a text invite which went somewhere along the lines of: if you’re not busy tonight, drop by at R’s, around 7-ish, for a night of good, old, shit-faced drinking. I texted six people. Two replied. I cannot think of anything more depressing than that. So anyway, at around five I finally hauled my ass out of Serendra, after purchsing Wilco's Sky Blue Sky and the 2nd Trainspottng OST - my birthday gifts for meself, and with the intent of drinking myself and three of my other friends into epic stupor, I went about, seriously looking for the night’s poison of choice. * * * I have always been a Vodka Girl. Well, not always. When I was in college, I was a Tequila Girl and for a while me and Jose, we were really tight. But then I came into the world of sophisticated advertising agency (I spent 10 months there and realized that there isn’t an ounce of savvy sophistication in me and promptly rearranged my life so I can squeeze my way back to the BPO industry. Smart move, right?) where I was promptly introduced to Vodka. Or to be more exact, Vodka Melon. Ah. I remember that night so well. It was love at first sip. And so it was sort of fitting that for my worst birthday ever, I was going to drown myself with vodka. R recommended Absolut A Peach. And while Vodka Melon remains my second great love, I have to say that A Peach is a delightful addition to my ever growing list of poisons. * * * By eight PM, I was at R’s. Notice the lateness. It is an ever recurring thing with me. Sort of my like signature style. Forever late. So anyway, not having any thoughts aside from the possibility of getting thoroughly wasted, it completely slipped off my mind to buy something to eat. Luckily, R had some left over pizza and mojos from the other day. My favorites. But because I hadn’t eaten anything since the day before, we had to swing by trusty 711 to grab a bag of ice and canned sisig. It wasn’t the fucking feast of my life, but we had to make do. By the time my two other friends arrived – bearing more food and cupcakes with little candles, which I sincerely appreciated – R and I have downed about a quarter of the vodka. Finally. It was time to par-tay. * * * You know, if my life were a regular sitcom, this particular episode would be entitled, Three Guys, A Girl and A Peach. The rest of the night went on with the usual kind of alcohol induced conversations. Which mostly consisted of dredging up old embarrassing high school stories and laughing our asses off for no apparent reason. I fucking loved it. We all need nights like that. Oh to be 26 and acting like drunken 22 years old. I’ve never been happier in that moment than I had been for the whole day. Best gift ever. And I realized that if I had friends like them who’d gladly come for an impromptu, slightly masked pity-party, bearing gifts (like a bottle of tequila) what more could I ask for? Oh. Well, yeah, an old story about Nameless Girl giving ugh *coughhjobscoughs* when we were sixteen was a plus. I had never known about that until that night. All in all, as I blindly stumbled my way into my bed, around 3 in the morning, I concluded, drunkenly, sleepily and dazedly, that this wasn’t such a bad birthday after all. In fact, it turned out to be one of the more memorable birthdays ever. Thanks to R, B and A. I truly heart you guys. |
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