SHORTS!! SHORTS DAW EH

January 31, 2011

Incoherence is a must!!

I love aged books. There is something about the smell of old paper, browned by the passing of years, that makes me shiver. To me, it’s one of the most delightful fragrances of the world. Contrary to that, the smell of newly printed prints makes me nauseous. I don’t even like the smell of the newspaper. However, that does not stop me from reading them every now and then.. Like when I have nothing else to read.. It’s crazy, though, how most of the pages are littered by news about celebrities and the like. I cannot fathom why other people are just too interested about the lives of people who do not even know they exist. Yeah, I have heard of all their fusses stating how important their fans are to them. Yeah, right, whatever. Maybe I’m stereotyping them. Well, who cares? They won’t read this anyway. And if they do read this, then they are not one of those celebs I really don’t give a damn about just because I know they do not give a damn about me. I don’t know, maybe you’re used to my talking (or rather, typing style) where I drift from one subject to another. There are just a lot of things I want to say. And I’m in one of my turns again, anyway. So why give a fuck? I basically just type about what comes to my mind. And then HE comes to my mind. How inconvenient.

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AGED BOOKS

I collect books.. I invest on them. The Anne of Green Gable-series used to be the dwellers of my mini safe. I took them out, though. I had to reread each of them again. Hehe! A bit childish, I know but I’m forever a child at heart. I admit I’m an old soul, in spite of my twenty years of inexperience here on this planet, but I love seeing the world with awe. Like how the eyes of a child see it. I live in a world where I have always been five years old, at least by heart. I can’t help it if my mind wants to be old. I may know the scientific explanations of a lot of things but I can still gaze at them, rather stupidly, and pretend (yes, PRETEND) that I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING. After all, I know I still don’t know a good many things.

See, how I drifted again? Anyway, as I was saying, books are my best friends. I’m the type who would rather read books at home than engage in binges with my chums. (I don’t know why, but my friends seem to like drinking a lot.) A bookstore is my refuge. Whenever I go to a mall, I go to a bookstore.. I look around all those new babies arranged in shelves.. and then I get out. LOL. A bookstore is my refuge but a booksale is my heaven (symbolically speaking, of course). Seeing all those old books, some of them even have crispy pages, makes my heart stop. Of course, they are cheaper than those new books in a normal bookstore, but it’s not like I care about the money I spend on them. As I have said, they are my investments.

If you look at my collection of books, you’ll only find a few “new” ones. Most of the books I got are printed decades ago. And the older they are, the more I find delight in them. I remember buying some books online and when they got delivered, my father said, “Why, they’re not even new.” And I said, “well, of course!”.

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NEWS

The news has to contain more relevant information about our society and economy that will help in the improvement of the individuals living in this nation and the development of our country, herself. Yeah, I believe the Philippines is a female in spite of her Philippe-ness. Nuff said.

 

 

 

 

CELEBRITIES

Be honest, how many times a day do you think of the hands who are feeding you? Of the people buying your albums, watching your movies? Of the thousands of followers you have on Twitter? I know you all have your personal lives but the industry you got into could never have existed if not for the things called “FANS”.

Just asking, anyway.

 

HIM

I don’t like seeing him that way but at least I did saw him………

NO. MORE.

Anyone out there who can tell me how to get rid of these unwanted feelings that have been in my heart for years?

 

 

 

I’m a fool in love with someone who is even more of a fool than myself. Or maybe not, maybe he’s not more of a fool. 

 

 

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Cause I..

January 18, 2011

Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am

 

 

 

dave days - olive you

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER: Images above are not mine… Source: Google search

 

 

 

 

 

THE This-was-supposed-to-be-posted-yesterday-but-this-site-did-not-load POST

I am suddenly getting tired of drinking dark mocha frappucino ala Starbucks.

Last Friday, one imbecile told me that I sound like him.. asa naman, men… kapal ng mukha nya… taah!!!

I was late for work yesterday..which was Monday… the lrt, which was supposed to make things easier and traveling more convenient and faster, broke down just after two minutes of me mounting it. Can you imagine how you would feel if you left home 2 and a half hours prior your working time and then get to work 50 minutes late? Ddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!

And to think that they are considering to increase the LRT fare…. more damnation, IKR.

As for the first statement above, does anybody believe that?

Actually, that’s a lie… hehehe…

I just discovered that there is too much acid in my body and it causes gas problems.. Ok, it sounds like I fart and burp all the time.. Gross? No, I don’t think so and no, it’s not that.. It’s a stomachache which technical people don’t really want to call stomachache since it is actually a gas problem…

The thing is I have to fart or burp and it is quite hard to do that for me.. so, my stomach, or no, a part of my body near my stomach aches big time…

Due to that ‘health problem’, I must eat less… (FINE), stay upright after eating, do not sleep (FINE), avoid eating late at night (FINE), lessen the amount of coffee intake (NO, NO WAY.. there is no way I can manage THAT..)

I read those things after a short trip to Starbucks to buy a dark mocha frappe..

Of course, I did not throw my coffee.. I drank it and told myself it’s the last one for this month…(really? You mean for this week, or for the day?) 

WHATEVER, ANYWAY…

YESTERDAY HAD BEEN A CRAZY DAY AND DON’T YOU DARE ACCUSE ME OF WRONG GRAMMAR.. I don’t care…

22:40–Monday night

My student just answered my call.. and he said “Hi, maybe you should kill me..”

And I said, “OK, in what method do you want to die?”

No, of course I tried to sound sweet and said “Why?” with a flirty giggle..

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