masakiton

toinkz,.. i've been sick for three days now, with nothing to enjoy myself with but the fantastically flat and uniform ceiling. nice noh? my allergies are acting up again! aay, lagot!! i can only wish that my tastebuds would forever ban the idea of seadfood,. T_T...tsktsk,.. bakit bah masarap ang bawal?.. well,. naa na ko sa recovery stage,. but still impaired ang mobility..T_T..

The Real World... you never saw.

I was in 4th grade when I tried to audition for an MTV reality show. I didn't make it into the final cut. I didn't make it ti any cuts either. I don't think that MTV cared about a 10-year-oldpre-pubescent boy auditioning for a show whose mother channel's targer market are those 18-25.
8 years later, here I am caught in a situation I wanted to dive upon as a kid. The only difference now is that I don't want to be here. Yes, we're 7 in the house. Yes, we're strangers. Bot NO, this is not an MTV production. Like Bo bice's debut, this is The Real Thing.
Since I'm one of the "cast" (and this is my blog) and this isn't China, I have every right to air my views on the internet. So allow me to share some interesting tidbits, biased informations, and blasphemous accusations worthy of Mike Arroyo's libel suit. And since I'm always abot to blow up despite the tranquility mantra I'm doing and all, let me drop the bomb. gently.
A show wouldn't do well without its villains, right? So lets just say I'm expanding the definition of patronage by paying tribute and honoring them as A Border's Nightmare: The Gruesome Threesome. Unfortunately for them, I don't budge. Hey, I'm no Survivor 2s resident devil, Jeff Varner fan for nothing! And thankfully for them, they have gotten a little softer since new year. Weird. Like having Paris Hilton not having sex. So I try to put on a smile to reciprocate their fakeness. Talk things I don't really care about just to be civil. I no longer mind the noise they're making, no longer cleaning up the mess they're leaving... basically being them.
But in a way, just by being fake and being the person that I don't like, I'm starting to enjoy life in the house. As long as I don't wake up to noise or earthquakes when in it was just my housemate jerking off.

El Terible

Before the world had come to know the guy with his face printed on almost all t-shirts; Che Guevarra, he covered the entire length of Latin America first, armed only with his bestfriend and his motorcycle. His motorcycle eventually gave up (but his bestfriend didn't). The result, they sure did traveled a lot.

If it weren't for that journey, would we have come to know the Che we think of in everu revolution of sorts and, of course, t-shirts? NO dick. No. That journey made him. It was when he flirted with sisters, stole liquors, "coveted" thy neighbor's wife that he found himself. It was also in that journey that he saw poverty, gave money to the needy, didn't give that money to his bestfriend who intended to use it to avail sexual services, played soccer with lepers, swam across a river, and became a symbolic bridge between those that are considered normal and to those that are ostracized by the society.

I would definitely raise eyebrows, but I think I'm going through the same things Che had. Or not. Or maybe something like it. Maybe I'm just not the normal kid I always was. I feel terrible everytime I see poor people slaving thimselves under the sun when I lay under the sun concerned on my tan. I feel terrible everytime I see kids walking several kilometers just to get education when I don't really pay that much attention to my teachers. I feel terrible everytime I see people staring at me, looking ignorant, seeing things they may never be avail to have when I'm obsessed about the things I want to have and clothes I want to wear. I feel terribel when I see a family walking because the cannot afford to pay the fare of the habal-habal when I'm sitting comfortably inside the car cussing why the air con is still broken.

Unlike Oprah, I don't have a God-complex. I can't give hundreds of Pontiac sedans. I can just be me. And just like what Che may had felt, I just feel terrible.

ice craze

this morning, my tummy was screaming for food.
there wasn't a queue, so i ended up ordering
a really quick choice of a value meal, which
included spag, a coke, and a burger. hahay,.
sa katugnaw sa panahon, i asked pa jud for
coffee jelly.. haha,. i wa just sitting down
when i noticed everyone else had their hot
drink. haha,. i felt a little uncomfortable
having an ice-filled cup of coke, and a ice craze..
haha,.. last week pa man gud unavailable palagi
ang coffee jelly,.. so namiss naq xa.. ahehe,.
fave q kc.. weeeh..!!! bahalag tugnaw,. para
lang sa ice craze.. haha.. ice craze jud diay..