on-bored

when boredom strikes...

i faked account, i had one in fb. a lot of people wanted to be friends with the faked-me. hmm, i guess i am more fun when i am not with myself (does that make sense?). people do love my comments, postings and they even lined up to chat with me. although, i pissed them off sometimes. there's this one instance that a friend (of course he didn't know that we are) was so angry he threatened to sue me. i did nothing, hmm, well, except that i made fun of his pictures and i think he must not like it (haha). hey! i did it to entertain people. or i am just lack of attention.

i blog, write everything what's on my head. i have this thing on my mind that i will show this blog to my future grandchildren (will they be proud me?) or i'll compile it ten years later. no one in my family knows about it, well, at least not until now.

i chat. a lot. my hands are as talkative as my mouth.. i can be the naughtiest, mind you, but i chooses the right recipient (mind that norina and sam and chacha), i can be a picture of decorum also. it depends on who's on the other end.

i scribble on notebooks and journals. it's messy as hell. it looks like an atlas slash dictionary slash recipe books slash diary slash comics mixed up together.

daydreaming, i have been impregnated by patrick dempsey a hundred times, bedded brad pitt, interviewed by oprah, dine with the queen, prince william's other woman... and if i write all of them, i could write a book as thick as thesaurus. and oh! i won miss universe. twice!

i stare at the mirror and watched how pretty i am..

i cry, i even pinched myself just to cry (i'm not emotional so it's hard for me to shed tears). it's a therapy. is it?

i imagine how am i gonna look when i am dead. who would cry? who will hurt the most?.. how many people will be there in my burial. will it be raining then? etc. etc.

i memorize poems on the walls... i could still rant "live life to the fullest" and "the lord is my pace setter" until now. it was pasted on my tiyo dodo's wall and i learnt it by heart during grade school. it's when everytime mama and tatay was in the city and i need to spent my lunchtime there.

i read deodorant's and talcum's ingredients word for word...

i mock other people. like i imagine to confront them face to face.

watch movies and television series, rewind the scenes that touches my heart, memorize qoutes.

read books and get in-love with fictional characters.

and i E.A.T. does it make less obvious when i separate the letters? :(

life could be boring, and it's up to you on how to amuse yourself. you just find ways on how to make use of your spare time. do it yourself! sounds porny.

- and yeah i am weird!

sigh

people so seldom say "i miss you"

and then it's always too late to say to...

so when i tell you i'll miss you...

it doesn't mean i know you will go...

only that i wish you didn't have to.

HUBO

something funny, or should i say troubling happened today. it starts on twitter with dwight's tweet: (read from bottom to top).

afraid that i might pull some serious topic, i asked madz privately on YM.

*i haven't read mad'z message "sa santo nino" yet before i send "kapa ni batman" as it happened almost in sync.

moments later, i felt something ticklish around my neck, something hard pressing to my chest, then i examined my blouse's neckline, whoa! it's the blouse's brand tag. gabali ako sanina! *horror face*. (read from bottom to top)

*nidagan sa CR kay balihon ako blouse* naka-HUBO jud ko.

correct ka madz! hala! i might got myself too far.. sorry sto niño. remind myself to not pull something funny from you again.. i love you :)

when morning gone bad

waking up from my sister's alarm clock is not a good way to start a morning. suddenly, nisaka dayun akong BP. and i cannot go back to sleep anymore, seeing i only have 30 minutes left before my alarm goes off. ang resulta - HAGGARDness..

then, before going to work, i look at my wallet, eng eng eng... 50 pesos... introducing, the poorest software engineer in the world!

seems like my day aint got any better.. while riding in a jeepney, a young couple sitting in front of me smooching like there's no tomorrow.. wait, am i in a motel or something? i might enter a wrong door, thinking how groggy my brain was this morning.

and for the whole 40-minute ride, the boy's face pasted on the girl's cheek the whole time. get a room! oh! i hate PDAs. its not that i'm envious (nag-explain?!). hmm, maybe, but, hello! they are like sixteen for God's sake. and for all the time in the world, it's when all the cebu's vehicles hit the road. traffic! sigh. Lord, not today! please lang. that is when i rotate my head 90 degrees to the window to spare my eyes from the lovebirds. coz i'm pretty sure i'm gonna go blind any minute! i just busied myself looking at the scenery, and if i'm having a stiff neck afterwards, blame it to the lovebirds! and by the way, by scenery, it means, smoggy streets and guess what, more jeepneys.

what bothers me most? in 20-ish people inside the jeepney, seemed like i'm the only one disturbed to the philandering. ako ra ang AFFECTED! ka-relate sila tanan? ako ra ang way lovelife ani. ouch!

ang ending, nasaylo sila sa USPF. wahahahahaa (do the chicken dance!). judging from the girl's overall white uniform, she's a nursing student from the said school. i'm not saying that i'm happy for their mishap, but, i am.

RIP

disclaimer: i'm pretty sure that i'll be dead before may 10. someone is trying to kill me. so, in case i'll me missing in the next days, you'll know who is responsible for this.

dear norina may llesis luna-pitt vioda de ramsey,

i really cannot go with you to bora *trembling*. i know you'll say "WHAT?" with hands on the hips and eyes as big as owls, but, hear me out. first, the airfare is 5 thousand pesos.. do you know how many hungry african children could be feed by that amount *hand on the hip*? second, i don't want to share your limelight. you know how i draw attention. its your birthday, the spotlight should be yours. third, no room for my credit card. over populated, there will be stampede and riot if i'll use it. fourth, using/borrowing someone's credit card does not mean i'm free from debt. i still need to pay it, so, NO. and fifth, did i mention its 5 freakin' thousand pesos?

i know by now, you're thinking of every possible ways to ban me out of your life, so here are my pleas and petitions.

you cannot unfriend me on facebook and unfollow me on twitter. why? you'll then lose one cool friend. pity you. do you know how highly valuable i am? (you'd probably say 'no'). well, me too *biting nails*. still, it's one loyal pretty witty sexy(hmm, i'm out of the line) friend that you'll live without.

you cannot shun me out. come on, we share the same intestine. we finish each other's sentences. you are my initiation to the world of insanity. no one understood you the way i am (and vice-versa). we are twisted friend. it is against the "friendship law". *i'm rambling* my point is, i'm one of a kind. maybe not, but close to.

and before you plot my demise. come to think of it, killing me not only would lead you to prison. but, would it feels you bad that i could not take a glimpse of my future children anymore?, or a husband for that matter. what if i am the carrier of the offspring that will yield a cure for cancer? or what if my descendant will be the inventor of time machine? how do you feel for that? you would be responsible of the destruction of the possible greatest invention of mankind. can you not see that? the humanity needs me. the world would be a better place with me in it.

how can i fulfill my wish list in life then? (click this for reference) i haven't even touch that hermes bag(!) for crying out loud. okay, you can buy me one, but until then, put all kinds of weaponry away from me. and i have this feeling, that i could someday be a recipient of the prestigious nobel prize for "bulatikz" category, will you take that possibility away from me? i even plan to write my own biography with your name in every pages on it. and who would smile next to oprah and the queen on forbes magazine? THINK THAT!

hay! sorry madma.. its not about money... uhm, well it is, but, will you let money split us up? you are my bestfriend in the whole entire world.. were tight!

huh! feels like i used all the flowery words here. and all i need is a little sympathy. sorry madma.. better luck next time.. hay! if i only own an airplane *sad face*. wait! can i use boat?

and if you still want to end my fruitful life, could you at least do it while i'm on my best undies. coz, i sometimes wear tattered ones. let me die with dignity. ples lang!!

- that awkward moment when you're trying your damnest best to point out excuses.

labyah madma..

Batch 2002 Reunion

what: batch 2002 reunion in alima resort

when: from Jan 1 to 2, yuh, overnight of fun

pre-event:

i couldn't care more if this event will be push through or not, why with all the fuss, i'd rather sleep the whole new year's day at home. but with ramram's persistence and excitement, it bothers me not to be involved. i could not brush aside this people, it will hurt their feelings. disregarding them would be like a killer whale shunning its own pod.. and that is unacceptable in vella's chronicles of life. so, i thought, "ok, give them the crap they wanted, i'll just go and mingle".

the event:

the sky is gloomy, yet our spirits are too high to be crumbled.. coz...

rain or shine

we never whine

though, we're only nine

you could never keep us in line

coz when forces combine

sure, there'll be a crime

it's a sign! it's a sign!!

(gikapoy kog rhyme ato dah!)

arrived at dusk, and after the heartful meal and the drinking session (ma, gipugos jud ko nila), i was thinking, should i stay here 'til tomorrow? that is just too long.. sure come the boredom...

then came the never ending talk of our past shenanigans, high school mischievousness, up-to date gossip, interesting 'truth or dare' game that makes my jaw dropped for the nth time, sharing one's problems and secrets (dili lagi ko mo tell), who hooked-up with whom, bedroom stories, intimacy issues (oh! common, where adults already!!). Then we forget the time. the next time i knew, it was past midnight already. though, my phone beeps once in while, with mama's text, or rather wraths (i simply ignore it, panagsa ra lagi ni ma!), it was amazing!!

living in the city with everyday mundane and the fast paced life, i just want a break of my routine-y corporate life (echuss!). and being with this people is refreshing... i got to be myself... no pretensions... carefree... they know me from the very start... i can laugh at top of my lungs, curse and goss endlessly, eat with no manners, shout voraciously, they don't mind.. not at all... i can be loud as much as i want (because they are louder).

i was so happy to be part of this bunch of cool, crazy-lunatic, harum-scarum beings. i could not trade them for the world... hmmm, on second thought, why not? (ek ek ek)

introducing, the accomplices in that night-out crime:

ram2 - the event organizer, thank you ram. exertion paid off. you should be the class president then, not me :(

riz2 - always at poise.. decorum.. true lady in actions and words.. madam, loosen up!

checa - the resident diva.. the 'songer' of the group... sang the most, thanks goodness, she's not off-key. or is she? peace che \\//

bernie - model at heart, with all of those striking poses, ann curtis' career is at stake

malou - hot momma! with a figure like hers, who would have thought that she has a baby..

june - the frustrated singer, ahm! june, miga man jud ta noh! pero, sa tinuod! bidliiiiiii kaayu kag tingog, mas ayu pa paminawon ang feedback sa mike.. hahaha..

fel - the naughtiest, gamiest, juiciest, raciest, spiciest living person i'd ever known...

renier - shy. spoke the littliest. did he even speak? hardly noticed it.

daya - prim and proper. talk like a regal, laugh like a princess.. never shouts, never drinks! (way magbout, ako ning blog)

cheers to all the whining, bitching and moaning.. it keeps us young..

Kudos Batch 2002. ROAR. coz we laugh the most... eat the most... drink the most... party the most... there's no batch like ours..

then, we went home spent and sated... that is a helluva of time. 'til next time peeps...

and oh! what happened in alima, stays in alima!

bloopers:

while nanglibak sa mga people sa world...

bernie: mao to siya? kato iyang papa kay pusil? (pulis na berni, dili pusil)

kay gidak-an ra man sa per-head nga entrance fee...

june: atong taguan lang ning papel (listahan sa attendees), atong ignun nawala..

me: (later.... naningil na ang caretaker) ahh! nawala ang papel raba nang, pero mga nine mi kabook..

caretaker: (tagalig ni siya) kanina eleven kayu ah! binilang ko..

(hahahaha! way ikyas duts.. kini si ensot og charlie jud, nilakaw nga wa mananghid!)

Riz: Ram, daghan na kayu ka nakaon..

kalooy sa jacuzzi

yay! this is life...

hala ang mojitos nakita.. wa matago ang ebidensha!

tarunga ram...

oh! tanduay napud!

nag-warak ang mga special children

inahan, nagsud-ong sa iyang anak.

kinsa kayay nangihi ani...

chickboys on the loose

kargado panuhot nig kahuman

bahalag ulan, hala posing! hangula..

salum jud kay wala sa ato..

it's a bird, it's a plane...

ang mga biritira, bow!

mojitos nay naglatay sa kaugatan!

hala, naa man diri ang camera, asa mo nagtan-aw?

nagpanakmol man si june

smile, smiler, smilest!!!

che, atong buhok tarungon, sakpan nya ta gikan namalbal

the mojitos girls

hoi ram, giunsa na nimo si fel?

in fairness, nabusog na si ram2 bahalag wa pay kaon

sakita sa liog ana berns!

malot sexy lang japon!