JM and my RANDOMNESS.

Lately, life has been giving me more and more ironic premises to become entirely happy amidst all the subsequent delirium boiling inside my hard skull. It's like facing little red boxes of reasons for me to meander myself in yet another abode filled with confusion----where bliss comes back but is partially ill-proprotioned. Do you even get what I mean? Of course, nobody still, for the nth time around, can even relate to what I have been saying. Maybe because lately, I have been trying to make my explanations abstract in thought so everything else is concealed.

Contradictory to how I have been trying to seem just lately, I still see myself as one lucky asshole partially besieged with slight misfortune in life, but has been reacting too much that it caused him temporary mental disturbance. I'm quite blessed----I'm entirely normal and still kicking my ass out everyday. I have a myriad lists of friends who have more than just an ear to lend me and a shoulder to cry on, but also a big heart to share. I have my parents who, after all the complications I unconciously cause them everyday, still saves my ass from whatever trouble-seeking conspiracy I get myself into, and loves me unconditionally amidst all the imperfections I have as an only child. Add to that, I love myself. I have the things I basically want, and I guess I'm pretty spoiled. Material-wise, I'm actually more than contented with what I have. So basically, I'm really one lucky asshole.


ANYWAY HIGHWAY, just lately, a good friend and fellow classmate in Ateneo gave me this utterly divine masterpiece which for me is worth truckloads of thank you's for. His name's JM Santillan, also very well known as EB, or EMO BOY as what they call him. Well honestly, I used to think he's yet to become another historical clone of the first batch of emotional tarts, like boys who wear skinny jeans for girls, people who think the clamor in hard metal rock music is just waaaay too godly, and those who consume half a full stick of eyeliner for everyday use. Not until I get to know him. Well unlike most people like him, he talks too much and doesn't run out of blab to say. He doesn't stay at one corner of the room and try to show up as a deranged-looking fire victim mourning for his abrupt misfortune. In fact, he's a fun bud; never dull or blunt in whatever way possible. Add to that, he looks good. And his hair---his hair that grabbed half of the school population's attention and probably 1/8 of delinquent people's disgust, is not much of a bothersome sight for me. Actually, I like his hair.

At the back of his painting, he was kinda thanking me fer "relinquishing" his tears when he was crying. Well actually I was never thanked this much for just a mere comfort you know, so maybe that's why I'm just too happy for a painting (haha)...since never in my entire life was I given anything that's custom-made for me. In small heavenly things like this, I somehow set aside, well for the mean time, all ill thoughts that only cause me dire perplexity in life, and try to rise up from another dreary encounter and look at something else worth looking for. I'm generally an appreciative person, and little things mean a lot to me. After all, it's not everyday that people give you really cute paintings like what I just got=)


JM, thanks ulit! (For contact purposes, JM's number is 09289662910. Pwede rin daw makipag_textmate. Ha3. Mail him at tomb_cweepor@yahoo.com; add him in friendster if you want another number on your list. I heard his friends make really good paintings, too. And I've seen his girlfriend's painting, and I was like, OHMYGOSH. It gave me this sudden itch fer art. Hehe.)

Jaw-dropping. Spine-tingling. OHMYGOSH.

Charice Pempengco on The Ellen Degeneres Show. Purrfect!

BRITNEY SPEARS - PIECE OF ME

Filipino Pride

HOLY BOILING VAGINA KETTLE. I'm Speechless. Her name's Charice Pempengco and this little kiddo belter has been recently invited by some korean people in their local media to perform fer Star King. But mind you, she has been featured on E! News Daily Ten just recently and you could actually start to drool over that thought alone. Hearing her sing could almost make you forget about Bianca Ryan and some other star search kids. Haha, Filipino Man, Filipino.

P.S. I might soon come in peace with the thought that I might as well start to forget about my dreams of pursuing a singing career in the future. Haaaaay.

Pink Panther

Good lord. This is what Britney Spears wore for Halloween. Bless her.

Well just so you know, this was at Heidi Klum's Halloween Bash somewhere in L.A. She went with her cousin, Alli Sims, who dressed up like a paparazzi for the said occassion. (Err, okay?)

I wasn't able to search for any pictures of her with Miss Supermodel Klum but I've read on some site that they did chat for quite a while. And according to some resources, Mrs. Ex-Federline even gave Heidi some hints on how to put on diapers for her baby. Hmmm. Good fer the both of them. Bless all the party people in the world.

Louie Briones' 16th birthday.

Well I'm not actually sure if he's sixteen or what, but anyway, i had fun. Being the kiddie social butterfly that he is, he just roamed around autoshop compound to scout for fellow friends. He didn't even drink with us nor did he danced out or anything. He just took some random table visits, took a few wasted pictures with us, and went away as usual. But anyway, we still love him. I bet he'll soon replace me with his new "kiddo" title.


O wait, meron pa. As usual, a night will never be complete without being at least a little inebriated with a few pitchers of my favorite, blue margarita. Sure it's a lady's drink but so fucking what. I love it with salt and that little lemon looking fruit, calamansi. (Okay, far-out, but i don't need your comment.)


I really didn't get drunk, but at least, i felt the feeling of alcohol creeping in my system. There were a few people who surprised my sight, like Nikki and Denis for instance. Plus I didn't expect Russel Lelis and Cara Villa-Abrille would be able to come, so malamang, nasurprise talaga aco. I didn't see these in-born nocturnal party people fer like ages now, so can you just imagine the hype, the million exchanges of besos and non-stop cam whoring. Good lord. Had I been left at home, I would have been able to miss a bagazillion whole lot! Phew.

Louietot, belated ulet! Ha3.

This has been utterly a great night, indeed. Mabuti nalang libre. Waaaaa.

Have you already found your bestfriend?

The refulgent bright clouds of yesterday morning slowly trickled into dark angry heavens probably around mid-afternoon. In fact, it did rain last night, and I was really happy my wish was granted. I am not really fond of being under the sun, or exposing my entire self under a hot yellow flaming ball. I easily get dark, so better hide from it.

There were a number of students who already went home earlier than 4pm, probably because they wanted a huge spare out of going home wet, literally. I didn't really mind, I don't have any business with their own decisions and there really isn't much difference in the ateneo scene without them. I stayed, and so as my friends. It wasn't really raining yet, but droplets of water started to pour down, bit by bit.



Our friend, Karen, who took nursing from another school surprisingly threw a visit, and I got really excited of her presence since I really missed almost half of this emo bum. Together with Marylou and Ada (the two closest people in my life), we went straight to SM. Riding in a sports car looking cab, bragging with a boisterous sound system and shitloads of mp3 discs that contain modern songs like umbrella, we took spoof videos of ourselves. It was really fun. It has already been quite a while since I rode a cab together with these people.

Looking at the windows of the taxi, a very clear view of muddy roads and slabby shoes struck my sight, and there were drenched people walking their way homes, probably because during rainy season, it takes real luck to get a decent cab. I thought we might be having a hard time taking one, too, but I didn't let it bother me at all. I was already starving then, and nothing else was boiling inside my hard skull aside from cheeseburger and fries.

We dropped by Lito Sy, munched on a light meal for dinner (except for me), and went to Karl's for a few puffs. Marylou and Karen left around 6:30pm; they just went there to talk over a small plate of cookies. Ada and I opted to stay. We thought it would be too early to go home, and besides, it's the end of school days so it's not much of a bothersome idea to stay late.


Earlier when we were still eating, Ada and I had already been talking about matters that started to bug her since God knows when. She has been deeply contemplating about what could have been her crush's initial impression when she started laughing over an annoying tickle. I told her it would be more disturbing if she didn't laugh at all; it's human nature to burst out in laughter when nerves get excited. Maybe either because of touching some sensitive parts, or simply because something's funny. I thought she might be starting to evolve into this little petty-minded brat, wearing bright colored hoodies and skimpy shorts, until she started to talk, and share, with great sense.

It's not everytime that we talk like this. We're never a serious loving team. But it's everyday that we laugh our hearts out over non-sense criticisms, funny faces, or, most probably, because of deo. I once thought we only have become bestfriends just because we share the same taste, the same reactions toward circumstances, and the same humor that keep us going as everyday partners. But no, I was wrong. It was when she started sharing all her doubts, her fears, her heartaches, her long-kept insecurities, that I realized we were bonded to become bestfriends for a hidden premise.

I felt like I've grown into a person to be deeply trusted, through her I must say. I felt like I've turned out to be a much more functional peer counselor than what I've thought. It's been already quite a long time since I felt the overwhelming feeling of having a bestfriend. But now it's time to indulge in it.

I felt so sincerely flattered. All this time she knows I will always be this rotten-minded, narcissistic blabber mouth who has endless spiels to say. And I know she will always be this egotistic, over-spending, in-born primadonna that she is. I just can't stress enough how much I love her beyond all that. After all, it's not everytime that you find a bestfriend as fashionable as mine.

You, have you already found your bestfriend?
I have already found mine=)