Monday, August 28, 2006

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THANK'S.
Yes, with the apostrophe s. No I haven't gone mad. Maybe close, but not yet.

Get this. I saw this: "Thank's. Ride Again" inside a jeep, while I was bored out of my wits. I had to laugh. Suddenly, I remembered the book I read about punctuation. Hmm. It actually makes sense.

Jeepney rides usually scare me (actually the drivers do). I got a really good look yesterday of what the jeepney really looks like. With its flags, colored lights and scary painted faces of the unknown, it kind of seems like a doggie ride in a carnival, you know? The ones you get to ride for a few bucks to take you round and round the whole blasted place.

Imagine, for 10 pesos, you could pretend you're really having the time of your life; get to experience the wouldn't-want-to-be-anywhere-but-here kind of feeling.

This is why those rides with a gazillion colored lights actually pay.

Yes, so they scare me. The whole experience does, I mean, if I get lost alone or something, I wouldn't know what to ride, where to go, how much money to pay and stuff. I mean, for all I know, the change the driver would be giving me could be like, 2 pesos short.

Tsk tsk, what a great big loss. I could've bought a piece of candy or something.

The only thing I like about it is the different stories I get to hear, whenever I ride one. I'm not really eavesdropping or being nosy or anything like that. I mean, it's a jeep and it's fairly small, and usually the people who talk talk talk don't actually care if everyone else is at the edge of his seat, listening closely to what just might happen next to Little Son James and his bad case of diarrhea.

Anyway, while I was riding the jeep with our helper (I was going to meet my cousins somewhere in Cubao or wherever, since our driver is and will NEVER be available during Sundays) and praying really hard that I would eventually survive the day without bruises or wounds or anything like that, since I swear, the jeepney driver was the most reckless driver in the history of reckless drivers ( I must've lost a billion brain cells during that ride) , a certain mother and her mother-in-law entertained me with their conversation, which included pirated DVDs, a son's certain Ice Age obsession (they bought 2 VCDs of it since the son turned their first one into a skateboard, for some really weird reason : maybe it's the Tony Hawk effect), and Britney SPEAR concerts (yes, without the S). and that, my friends, might just be the longest sentence ever .

It's funny, since this son (who loved Ice Age) was like smiling at me (he was like 3 years old or something), and of course I was not. I mean, I never really liked babies. Just some really cute babies are worth my time :)). But most of them are just annoying, and they don't deserve much attention from others other than their family members who apparently do care for them.

Okay, I'm evil.

Anyway, I went DVD shopping. I desperately want a Hey Arnold DVD, Seasons 1 to 5, but whatever, they don't freakin have it anywhere, not even in Amazon or something. They just don't do HA DVDs. I mean, that sucks. I swear, I'd pay big money for it. Swear. And I want the whole The Simpsons thing, but it's over 3000 so I'm still thinking about it. And maybe The Wonder Years and Little Lulu, but they don't exactly have those either so...
I wish the Eco Songfest "song" would actually turn out okay, I mean when we sing it. Since this "someone's" idea is completelycompletely horrendous and we cannot do a fugly thing about it, we have to bear with it. Zeeryooslee.

Uuuugh. Best of luck.

Cheers.

Devious and twisted,

Therese

PS: Writing is bloody murder. It's like squeezing a dried up lemon on a hot day, in the absence of loverly lemonade and a shade to save your summer. Writing is bloody murder. You can't whenever you have to, you can when you don't want to. Writing is bloody murder. You get stabbed at the back for trying, hated, talked about and killed for speaking up. Writing is bloody murder. It takes your time and your thoughts, feelings and efforts, to put together into something beautiful.
Writing is bloody murder, leaving you with nothing but a few random pages of unforgotten history and everlasting recollections.
Writing is murder. Sweet, fulfilling murder. ©

sounds familiar, no?

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~ colds schmolds
~ i'm a wonderchild
~ i shot the sheriff
~ geek week
~ stuck in a scary something something
~ pointless puzzle pieces and comical tragedies
~ all we need is lurve
~ kapow
~ daddy-o
~ fading worlds of make-believe
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random reads
randomness
my Deviant Art account: where photography is humdrum
my multiply: click for weirdness
lemony snicket: my hero
roald dahl: twisted
dr. seuss: for those who dare eat green eggs and ham
amazon: life's just like one
wikipedia: where you find everything.

crazy cousins
ate meg: adventure diva
ate che: misyoo

suckish schoolmates (kidding :))
ces: katotong hudas
koko: psycho
trixie: confused
kar: gossip girl mate :))
nikki: the white witch
paula: # 1 DJ
ella: great thoughts
hannah:donato
via: THE dancer
poj: kapits! :))
aiafafs: YA astig? :))

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danica: kitty witty?
krista: *yaya?*
nicki: html goddess
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cha: bulang-guguuuuu!
joan: ee
frances: olan
phyl: reech keed?
yna: ahoho
danie: superrr
lori: nator
marion: busmate!
ate nica: harmoNICa (?)

some teachers
ate min: banaag '05
sir trogo: trogi the pogi
miss jennie jo: juniper

freako friends
ace: ex-shsian
odi: lonsquared
tar: ness
kuya rics: mr. pang-asar
CJ: virus ka
mara: kapits 2

YA Astig
dannie: delandanners
noel: rarr!!!
mica: woah no
louise: surfer girl
elyse: the great
anjo: anti-social?
theia: HMM?
paolo: lindt lover daaaw
ate marion : super dancer
angel: pedo! :)) joke
fin:ina
frances:arcilla
bianca:virina
josef: boy genius :))


face it, sucko.

i'm the hero of fools.

all quoted.

"The sad truth is that the truth is sad."

"It's amazing how people are always willing to listen to a man in a funny costume"

"People don't always get what they deserve in this world"

"You can not be a supermodel."

"I'm beginning to think that washing my face is a complete waste of time"

"Most women would rather be Cindy Crawford than Marie Curie"

"The world is a harum scarum place."

"If a guy is witty, charming and artistic, he is probably gay."

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt, filled with odd waiters who bring you items you never asked for and don't always like."

"In relationships, it is best to assume nothing."

"Not only am I very intelligent, but I am also very smart."

"Hey, I heard your friend died"

"Yea"

"Well, don't feel bad. He's an old guy, and that's what old guys do. They DIE."

"Certain things they should stay the way they are.You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know it's impossible but it's too bad anyway."

"I remember how, a couple of days ago, you and I killed a couple of hours with a computer game. Perhaps the game amused me more than it did you; I desperately needed a little respite from all my thoughts. But each time we 'died' in that game, a new screen immediately came up, and we were off again. How can we know that there isn't a 'new screen' for our souls as well? I don't think there is, I really don't. But the dream of something unlikely has its own special name. We call it hope."

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