In contrary to the famous line “When in rains, it pours,” I have my own phrase in line with the rain matter: “When it rains, my pockets are holed.”

Last Thursday, when typhoon Falcon soared the Metropolitan clouds, not a sight of a single jeepney can be seen on the roads of Tayuman. Unfortunately/fortunately, a thrift store was shining brightly enticing us to enter and check out their new arrivals. To pass the rain out, we entered and sifted through the things they’ve got. To make things short, I bought a bag. See photo here.

And today, it rained again. My ineptitude to control my desire for thrifted things had gone mad again earlier.

Bought this for 120 bucks.

300 for this one.

I’ve had a lot of colorful thoughts to where my earned money will be spent. Not one of those colorful thoughts were bags. I’m a sucker for bags now.

Today I saw Eleni’s g-tec (the one I nenok-ed from her when we were in high school.) I hung it in my pocket near the chest all day. I thought of Eleni as that thin-bodied soldier guarding my heart. I miss you, Eleni :(

So Christell, my bestfriend, randomly texted me.

Christell: Kiss mo ko, Muke.

Me: Kiss mo ko sa muke.

Christell: Urur baboy ka!

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, my ineptitude to say the right words.

By the way, Muke is a nickname a person very dear to my heart made up. Fuck you, Dominic.

justinmyteenagedream:

1:00-2:30 We had our CWG (Contemporary World Geography) class. We had our quiz. Fuck yeah, Geology.

2:30-4:00 We were at Jom’s condo passing the time out hoping the rain will stop. It didn’t. The Welcome Walk was postponed.

4:00-6:00 we went to Mang Cosme’s Inasal to have dinner. We laughed our asses off at all the jokes possible. It even looked like we were the only ones in the place. I missed them.

06:00-present. THE JOURNEY. Here’s where all the shiznits started to happen. My dad called telling me to come home. I was supposed to sleep over at a friend’s house. Being a good daughter that I am, I obeyed.

We were supposed to cross a flooded street and then we’re good to go to ride the jeep. But no, we didn’t want that. We didn’t want our shoes soaked in the flood. So we took the long way not knowing we will pass more floods.

If I wasn’t with my friends walking all the way, I should have been murmuring a lot of words you wouldn’t want to hear. It was fun, actually, walking in the flood with them. Romayne even literally got a foot caught in a hole. Good thing I stopped the urge of pissing my own skirt.

Angela and I have this feeling of liquids dripping from our vajoojoo so we couldn’t really laugh at all things laughable. So we have to stop laughing at every single funny thing. Good thing there came Jollibee Tayuman to satisfy our hygienic needs.

When our bladders weren’t near it’s overflowing, we were really decided to walk from Tayuman all the way to Pritil. Which I think is a 30-45 minute walk. But a thought stopped us. I can’t remember the thought.

We decided to head back to SM to let time pass but we saw some thrift stores and us being kuripots, we entered. I bought a vintage brown bag which is so cute.

Here are some cool photos of us in the thrift store:

Then we headed out and saw Kyle and his friend. Luckily a tricycle offered us a ride.

Here’s Kyle’s shoe soaked in flood water and some pictures while we were in the tricycle:

I arrived home at around 9PM.

Sorry for the photo quality. Only taken my 2.0MP camera.

1. Studies is the real priority. Not your side lines, not your friends but your studies. People can take away your money from you, friends come and go. But no one can take away what you know.
2. Facebook is a waste of time. But I don’t care? This is my only leisure time.
3. Understand what you are reading. After understanding, take it down to your notes. Do not take down things you have not understood.
4. Louden your voice on recitations. You might get a 60.
5. States and nations are different. I didn’t know their differences until today.
6. Do not give the numerical figures when you recite. No one gives a damn on all those numbers.

I learned all these in one and a half hour. Thank you, Bong Lopez.

People just can’t get enough of picking out of what’s wrong about other people. Maybe they take pleasure in other people’s imperfection or worse, it became a habit for them to do so.

Lately there’s this person that has gotten in to my veins. Well, not really. But he’s done something. But he’s not the reason why i’m typing all this shit. It just so happened that I can’t think of anything to post in my blog.

Dude, I ain’t mad at you. But my friends are. So mag-ingat ka lang please? Heck, we don’t even know who you’re referring to. But just so we’re clear, you’ve been marked. Hala preso? Hahaha.

Is it worth it? Making fun of other people? Why so? Are you that perfect to laugh at other people’s impurities?

Gasgas na ‘to pero tignan mo muna sarili mo sa salamin.

Di ako nagmamalinis dahil kung makapang-away ako grabe din. Ay ang labo ko lang. HAHAHA.

Basta ayusin mo buhay mo. Ang gwapo mo e.

WALANG KWENTA ‘TONG POST NA ‘TO. Nang-aaway ako tas inaway ko din sarili ko.

Geddit? Thoughts over flowing I don’t even know what to type first. That’s why I won’t blog. HAHAHA.

Excuses.

There’s this person who makes me smile without even exerting effort to do so. I don’t know why. Lol.

Okay. And to you, good thing I don’t think of you much often now. In fact, thoughts of you don’t flood my mind anymore. Very good thing.

I sound like an inlove teenager. I am not.

Questions. Desire.

• So far, so good. 
• AA nailed me. 
• Still not sure of what org to join. 
• 1CA2 is fun.
• My classmates are cool.
• I always come on the last minute every MWF. 11 o’clock class.
• Pudpod na agad takong ko.
• I like my uniform.
• AB rocks.
• BongLo, I love you.
• Scared of recitation. 30-40% now. It was just 10% during High School. Fucker.
• I want Ma’am/Sir Ferdie as my professor in Literature.
• Lit and Math profs, please meet us on the next class. Bums!
• I miss Piety. Very much.

And I lost my reg form. great just great.

Then I found it. K I just want to post something.

I remembered typing scared emotions about college a few months ago and tomorrow, college officially starts and I ain’t even scared/excited/whatsoever. 1CA2. I have 2 former classmates/friends as my classmates now and I think that is an advantage. At least I won’t have to look stupid alone in a corner talking to myself. College, please be good.

I missed you, mom.

amateurdreamer:

When you’re hurt, it’s OK…

• To flirt.
• To date.
• To hate.
• To mingle with other people.
• To drink.
• To cry.
• To laugh out loud.
• To scream.
• To dance wild.

You know why?

‘Cause when you’re hurt, you don’t owe anybody any explanation on how you choose to repair what that person broke. 

Live your life as you wish.

Until you’re whole again.

Trinoma. June 2, 2011.