Saturday, October 22, 2011

Karaoke Nights

"why don’t you love me, the way i loved you? it feels so crazy, cause i dunno what i did to you. if you’re gonna hurt me, then do it quickly ‘cause i’m tired of crying and if you don’t wanna stick around then baby forget about me."

I've been shuffling my iPod and i stumbled upon Little Bit's Forget About Me.

It has been quite a while since I've felt relevance to a song, too much emo runs in my blood. I remember singing Adele's songs in a karaoke bar and breaking down in tears. Of course, I had to weep covertly. LOL.

Anyways, I really like singing. I was practicing Utada's Heart Station so I could upload a cover. Maybe I will someday if given the chance.

I miss going to my choir to practice belting out notes. Will someone take me out to a Karaoke Bar nearby? haha.

And don't worry, I'll sing Lady Gaga's Edge Of Glory. No emoshit right there.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Pixelated Gravity

me and my fucked up circadian rhythm keeps me awake in the most awkward hours of the day. heck i even played emulators for PlayStation and Game Boy just to keep me entertained. ugh.
i played FF Tactics, Chrono Cross, Legends of Legaia, Suikoden I and II. yes, yes i know i'm a geek.
and now this is me being all emo and shit.
i'm totally bipolar aren't i?
anyways, i'm feeling like such a retard for geeking out again so i decided to write something.
been a long road to follow,
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday.
are the memories i hold, still valid?
or have the tears, deluded them
maybe this time tomorrow,
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today.
something, somewhere out there keeps calling.
am i going home?
will i hear someone sing me solace to the silent moon
zero gravity,
what’s it like?
am i alone?
is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet?
still the road keeps on telling me to go on
something is pulling me
i feel the gravity of it all. 

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Confessions of a Broke Domesticated Socialite

It’s less than a month before I turn 23. Crap.
So where do I begin with this post? Hmm… I can’t even write a decent post these past few weeks. I’ve been totally busy with work and hanging out with The Interstitial.
I also had to go through DFA’s hellish process of renewing my passport. Well technically it was fast, but the tellers had gone to lunch…which was about 1 hour long, so we had to wait outside for at least 2 hours because according to the security guard, I was about 398th in line and there were only 5 tellers processing the whole queue of applicants.  Just so you know, there was 1392 applicants that day and each of us had the so called “appointment time.” Geez!!!
What’s good though is that I was able to calmly accomplish it without making a scene or having a bitch fit. (guys can have bitch fits too, y’know)
I also am broke. Even if I work my ass off day and night, it’s not enough. I’m planning to apply for a post-paid line. I’m also planning to buy a new phone, an iPad, and save up for my NCLEX application. The current job I have right now would at least take me a year to even save up for my NCLEX, how much more for all the things I wanna buy for myself?
I thought that I would be able to cut down costs just by eating bread during lunch, but no, I end up going to the grocery and buy tons of food just for 1 shift. (Pig out much…? dear god, please do not let me gain weight!)
I need to find work that would at least give me around let’s say about 20k per month? I think I could definitely have a new phone and process my papers for my NCLEX in about 4 months. Good luck with me if I can find a nursing job that pays out that well.
What’s weird is that I can always hear Tim Gunn saying to me: “Keep on doing what you are doing and make it work!”
It must be that I’m watching too much Project Runway or I’m just hallucinating.
On a lighter note: I booked two jobs... the first one is a hosting stint, the other one is for a mall tour with Daiana Meneses. *slow claps*

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Sorry for Party Rocking

So far, the zombie apocalypse dreams aren’t quite out of my system yet. I just had another dream that I had fallen into a basement filled with zombies, I only had a flashlight for a weapon. I got punched, scratched, kicked, and bitten by zombies. I was fighting for dear life and somehow, someone managed to pull me up and fight zombies with me. I looked up at him and he was wielding a chainsaw. He pulled me up and gave me a crowbar. We ran until we got out of the pit and to our dismay, hordes of zombies still mindlessly roam the streets of Makati, then I woke up. Don’t ask why my dream was in Makati or who the guy was, I can’t remember all the details anymore, heck, I don’t even know why I keep on dreaming the dreaded zombie apocalypse.

I really don’t know… Was it The Interstitial who was supposed to save me?

I’ll just have to keep on dreaming these macabre dreams to find out the conclusion of my wild and vivid re-creation of Left4Dead in my mind.

And again, what’s funny is, the whole background music of that dream was Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO. I was severing heads, dismembering limbs and impaling zombies while party rocking and shuffling. What the hell is wrong with me…?

p.s.: i'm sick... been sleeping the whole day. i should be heading back to District 7, I have a fight to attend to. (The Hunger Games)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Interstitial spotted Stars

Yesterday, I went out with The Interstitial. We went to a local amusement park because he had free passes from his work. We got there around 12 noon and it was raining, so some of the rides weren’t available for the public. Boo. The whole point of going to an amusement park was the exhilarating rides, so yeah, we were kinda bummed out about that. We had a very late lunch around 2pm and decided to find a cozy coffee shop. 

We ended up at Starbucks (cliché) because it was the only cozy coffee shop near the vicinity.
He got his White Mocha Latte; I got my Café Americano with an extra shot of Brevé. I like to memorize people’s coffee orders, especially His. I wish he would too.

So after a lazy coffee break by the bay, we decided to head back to our turf. I just realized how much it sucks when both of us didn’t own a car, because instead of spending time with The Interstitial, I get stressed out by the traffic. Bah.

We played DoTA all over again, victorious as always. I’m pretty sure that someday, we might be joining those elite gaming leagues. LOL.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Killing Floor

apparently, he decided to sing me lullabies before i go to sleep. sometimes, it does help but it doesn’t keep me from conjuring up dreams of the dreaded Zombie Apocalypse.
i don’t think it is solely because of him that i keep on dreaming those morbid and macabre nightmares.
there’s something brewing inside me that i can’t figure out… again.
anyways, i like to keep on telling him to play Left4Dead with me. it sort of relieves the pressure of being the hero(?) of my lucid and vivid dreams.
and what’s funny is, my weapon of choice? a measly fruit knife. how do i even...?

Monday, October 3, 2011


Here we go again...

I'm back to my old groove. Quite, a fast recovery yes? 

Not really. I've been having these weird and grotesque dreams that I just wanna write about. It's like I'm in a game where I'm the hero and everyone else is a freaking zombie... the so called "zombie apocalypse."

Why do I keep having these dreams, I am also not certain of. I just know that I have to keep on living and surviving those dreaded hordes of walking undead. Basic animal instinct. Trying to fend them off with just knives, guns, and anything else that could potentially render those bitches dead immobile for good (well, because they're already dead, there's no way they could die multiple times unless they're Botcha).

Yes, I know I'm weird. You don't have to tell me.

In other news: yes, I have been very busy working my ass off day and night, 12 hours per shift, about 4-5 soiled adult diapers and 500 pesos.

Sunday, October 2, 2011


I don't know where to start or where to end. I've lost my inner fire, my desire to write... Have i been lulled into a deep slumber? Or have i just missed things that happened around me that i have not gotten anything out of my system yet?

I've got tons of stories, ideas,  things that i wanna write, but i'm back to my Halcyon; where everything is static, safe, peaceful. It feels like i'm drugged. What has happened to me?


on a lighter note: i can't wait for my tattoo and my platinum blonde hair.