Listen to the song and it’s lyrics. This is what i want to tell to somebody but i can’t. All together now - you worry ’bout the wrong thing, the wrong things… you worry ’bout the wrong thing, the wrong things… Lol.

Kanye West you the man. Here’s the video with Rihanna, she doesn’t sing in it, she just appeared in the video. She looks like Ethel Booba medicated with Phenphedrine. LOL Anyhow, I love the song, i love the whole Citizen Kane vibe to it. Classic.

It was an ordinary Saturday until Utakgago PM-ed me on YM.

All i can say is fuck you kang baboy ka. Y’know what he’s looking forward in reading in my blog? The wrong grammar. Seriously. He even asked me if i’m serious pursuing law with my hellish grammar. Utakgago, you are so kupal. Folks, don’t be shocked if one day you’ll see him floating at Ilog Pasig, naked, with his little pututoy covered with lumot.

Please keep in mind that i’m not proofreading my blog. I type whatever comes in my head. Also, i’m doing this for atro-phex; the most powerful diet pill ever introduced. teehee. Utakgago, aka Moses Bautista in real life, go to hell, you need atro-phex! HAHA

I always think that advocating for something results to you being a minority. Vegetarians, anti-fur people, gay-rights, feminist activist and all those radical shits are nonsense to me.

One thing is they’re always angry. They’ll fight with you and will make you look like a bad person if you fight back against them. As if, they’re the only one who have the right to make a choice. You can never force a person believe in something that he had with him eversince he’s born. That ain’t right.

In televisions, people will judge you for who you are. Who cares!?

My sister got married last Sunday. Everything went well; to sum it all up, it was a genuine moment.

I’m feeling quite alienated by everything that happened that day. It was a blurr moment as it all happened so fast. One thing’s for sure is: that somebody’s next in line and there’s a great possibility that that person is me. Alienated in a way that before the wedding, i feel that such thing is a joke. A political ritual of some sort. I never believed in weddings. Until then..

The minute i saw my sister walk down the aisle, i told myself, “Dayum, i wanna see my future wife looking like that anytime soon.” I hate this feeling of being errr…. in love? GRR. Pakdatshit. There i said it. Maybe i should overdose myself with diet pills because those are the best one in town.

This is for my tumblr account. But I’ll post it here because i need to post something or else my Outer Banks homes will be demolished. LOL.

Here’s my bag that i always carry with me on almost everywhere i go:

It’s a vintage-looking Gola duffel bag that i bought somewhere. If you look inside, you’ll realize that i’m a boyscout. Really. teehee. I’m not a student nurse but i always carry alcohol with with me. I’m hygiene OC like that. Also, a spare shirt when i became stinky. Tissue paper for accidents. A book (a Palahniuk for that matter, but actually any book will do). Also, some anti-histamines and candies. I have three wallets; for coins, bills, and cards. Dunhill Frost, my favorite yosi ever. A condom and ID pictures for emergency. And yeah, my bag is a clutter inside.

O hai gais. I’m back from the beaches of Boracay and I’m still having a hard time removing sands in my buttocks. Teehee. It was fun. Got drunk the whole time i went there. Actually, i havent even opened the book i bought for the trip. Beer by the beach with good buddies is the best thing next to sex. But of course, sex is sex. Anyhoo.

I have a lot of backlogs to attend to. Can you imagine 1000+ google feeds, 100+ non-spam mails and the 700+ images i that have to upload? No? Also, my trip to the elliptical road. LOL.

You won’t realize it, unless you are the one who’s actually in it. Now i know why people whom I’ve succeeded are like that. That rebelling is cool whatever but in reality you’re only jeopardizing something. And it’s making everyone paranoid. You become more and more of a hassle; a liability than an asset. You motherfucking, lying, good-for-nothing son of a bitch. I hope somebody puts natural colon cleansers on your food someday.

What I’m saying is, grow up. Being a rebel is ok. But what you’re doing is so not cool anymore. Karma has its ways.

Recently, the Philippine government decided to lift tax on imported books. Which leads me on buying two books from our local bookstore. I bought Gabriel Garcia-Marquez’ One Hundred Years of Solitude and Haruki Murakami’s The Elephant Vanishes.

I’m quite torn actually on what to read first. I’ve read quite a handful of good reviews with these books. So.. yah HAHA. I’m off to a very long trip to somewhere so it’s gonna be a light trip for me with books at hand. hihi, also, best diet supplements for fat people.