A story of the Lonely

it is so amazing to have real friends who would really carry everything just so that you would not get hit by the train or by a nimbus cloud. i have so many friends like that. it s amazing to be the priority of people even if sometimes i neglect them.

i just heard a really amazing news from my friends. it was the kind of news that if i had heard last summer, i would have ended up miserble up unitl now and i would have forgotten that their where better fish to fry that plain old athletes.

yes, my friends told me the news with perfect timing but i am not goinf to tell what the news was. im sorry because it was the kind of news that would put my ego back to the grave like a sunken ship.

well, i was just thankful that i knew about it this christmas. although it brought flashes of memories and depressing moments to my head, i was just happy that i had somebody. somebody that would carry me back to the ship and even put me in an island where i could eat lots and lots of fruits and drink lots and lots of alcohol like johnny depp.

but honestly, the news was an iceburg. i almost choke to death when i heard about it.

but then evrybody gets choke anyway

when i was still very very young at the  point in my life when christmas really ment something, my mom used to prepare braso de mercedes at our dinner table for the holidays. i used to really liked it because it smelled like fresh fried eggs at breakfast. breakfast with eggs cooked in variations like a day in school meeting new people with different personalities. i did not think that  way at that time but i figured out that eggs might be something  that could make me a little smarter because of all the compliments i get from sister Marilou in my Science class. yes, yes, braso de mercedes was a culimination of all the egg breakfast i ate for the year and it really ment something.

the last time i ate braso the mercedes was in my 5th grade. ever since, mommy had stopped preparing the cake and christmas never turned out so great.

we always had horrible fights during christmas. somehow, someone alwasy gets the nerve to feel bad during the season. in went on for years. and years. and years as if our lives were doomed to be horrible!

in fact, i almost forgot how happy the season was. i almost forgot that we were suppose to just forget about how narcissistic each member of the family was. i forgot that we all should have just listen to each other and sigh and gulp at whatever horrible and bad comments each one makes just so that we could have a peacefull celebration even for just a second or too.

but then the curse of the missing braso de merceded went on and on..

there was even one time that even the bakery shopped stopped preparing braso for us. i could feel it. my sister and i went all over downtown just so we could buy the cake. but all of the bakery stopped baking it for the year.

we were really miserable..

(i am happy with tears and afraid that you might think i am so flaky with this things but….) Last christmas, my sister finally bought the braso merceded cake. i never really realized how calm and peacefull our christmas was this year. it just so happen that no one got depressed and no one cried that night! it was something strange and extraordinary…..and just that finally the curse of the braso mercedes was over!

    what happens to a person when she gets bored. when there seems to be nothing going on in a hour or two in her life and everything seems like a whole pocket of boredom. this is what is happening to me right now..i  have a class until 5:30 but the teacher decided to end it at 4:30 and instead of getting a ticket to be able to watch Antigong Agong, I am here in this corner in ILC watching my fingers touch the keyboards of th computer and forming rants and angst of how bored I am.
    I am bored because I can see myself going home with all the lights still turn off waiting for my fingers to switch the buttons. I can imagine myself watching television and all the series there is even if I find them really awfull.
I am bored because I seem to find these days with alot of work to do a haven for me to get really lazy.
    Boredom is killingme right now. See for  yourself, it makes me do something out of schedule. I was suppose to do a letter for th office of student affairs and instead of doing so I am writing this stupid blog.
   well, there are other things that kill me…like the fact that some people get to go to the mall everydat becaus there schools are near or beside malls..while I have to spend 25 minutes to SM..and 45 minutes to the mall. I hate the fact hat I live in Davao where all the places are sprawled..I wish I could go back to Dumaguete but then life sucks an I have to stay here in davao..
    Wait, I think I was just saying this because of boredom…I know that I am starting to love Davao because Alvin is here and all.
    Out of boredom, I am going to talk about my cute bf Alvin.
    Yesterday, we were in the SanPedro street spec Dao Lila because he had matters to attend to. An i was on his side merely because I too had something to attend to which is to buy A3 paper for my class in Architectural Design. And so I watch him negotiate with the girl incharge and there where a bunch of stary eye gals on the other corner..
    Well, what does a girl do when she sees her bf negotiating to a stary eyed sales lady while some starry chicks watch him do so….
    Well, would you have to ask. I had two choices, whether to go to him and act like a paranoid bitch or to let him to his thing..so I went to the side and just watch him and the girls and I said to myself, well, what do we have here…I thought well, if I choose to be the bitch here, he would have ended up embarassing himself or have lost all the pogi points right?
    and the pogi points is the most vital thing in this world. if those starry eyed girls see him with a bitch then well, they won’t catch up on a discount for him right?
    I told him this after and he laughed and di the flattered attitude one does when one is complimented.
    And I said, What does a girl do when she has a boy next door boyfriend….
I dunno, act like the obnoxious bitch or might as well, be the supported domestic and still a bitch..

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I have been hearing stories about the
movie Happy Feet this days. On eo f my classmte said that it was not
a typical cartoon movie. My twin sister was talking about it the
whole night after she saw it with a friend (which included the fact
that I was not able to see it with her since I was too busy with
Alvin and also the fact that it would have been a lot better if
twinie and I saw it together because somehow, she said, she was not
with the right person to begin with in watching that movie. In other
words, she was to perky to be with a not so perky and even not that
exciting person while watching a really perky movie—-you know what
i mean right?). Yeah, well, after hearing all the compliments about
the movie, I was sort of drawn to it. But I was never really sedated
to the fact of seeing it in wide screen since it was just an
animation–(as movies are not animated these days—even really
realistic movies are polished in animated computer programs—say
hello to Media Arts for that!). So well, I finally watch it yesterday
with Alvin because I just couldn’t resist being the only person who
hasn’t seen the movie.

And I had a lot of fun indeed
especially with the fact that penguins really started as singers and
later on as dancers. As if it was a scientific data. It also gave
justice to non singers especially to those who would rather dance
than sing. Talking about myself I guess. (laugh) . Well, maybe I
could sing some Whitney Houston notes when I was six years old, but
by then I was convinced that I had a good voice my by mom (which is
perfectly normal for moms to have such “children stardom” wishes)

Penguins say no to eating fish

I had fun with the penguins alright but
not as much fun as with the message that these movie told me.”No to
eating Fish”, (ouch). When I was in high school, I could binge a
whole bangus for three meals. Talk about endangering the fish.
Can you believe it? If I was eating fish since birth, for instance, I
would have probably disrupt the whole penguin food chain. And to
think, Health experts say fish are good for the health and meat
aren’t. Hello! Just talk to the penguins if you really have heart.
You fish eating, penguins famine  idiots!

Now I really have to control my temper.

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