lovely day for paranoia..isn't?!

fair enough...

i have a little too much to bite that i have strained my jaw chewing on it...(so to speak..)

today i officially back off... not because i am kind ... not even because i want to save my face.. (haha!)

but its getting me paranoid.

but let it be understood that i don't want to miss the chance to relay my omnipotence over this situation. I have had my share of mishaps and frankly speaking i got out of it with minimal help took the painful way out in admitting to my faults.

you are weary of whatever reason but you yourself depicted a monster of this person. Are you not shunning away from the horror of your actions confussing yourself of a brave warrior!? not even a rat would scamper away from your glares, it's cold but you bear fear within hence they opt to watch you in wonder and disgust.

Your terrorizing yourself hunny... for whatever reason.. i bet yer life is pretty boring more than it's messed up. Do yourself a favor and before you throw some angst have yer mind set in actually achieving something worth the persona you are trying to project. Right now your act is of a coward.. not impressing anyone your doing yourself more harm.

*just a little disturbed..that's all!*

Monday mundane horoscope

The Bottom Line
You and your intellectually curious mind will enjoy a controversial conversation.

In Detail
A sweet group conversation could move into very controversial territory today. Some folks might get uncomfortable, but you and your intellectually curious mind will love every minute of it. Dig into the issues that are not cut and dried, and explore all the shades of nuance and interpretation in them. No two people experience the same reality, and it's rewarding to try to explain your particular reality to someone else. Listen with ears wide open.

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This could be really tempting if i didn't have a packed week. I once sat with a bunch of drunkards on a Monday night and I must say I enjoyed every minute of it... because I had a little to much to drink myself.

Last week was a complete blah.. worked worked and worked... and spent my friday with sista anne who feels the need to get wasted... when i was so kill joy that i lead her to the mall ...
hahaha... well you know how girls are in the mall... (i'm an excemption to this..don't like shopping at all!) On our way to the 2nd mall I know this could have been a bad idea if i we're at any rate intoxicated because i know what its like floating amongst mobs and mobs of strangers walking endlessly to I don't know .. but i had no choice but to stick with her over getting lost in the mob of strangers.
1st hour she .. we got stuck in a bling bling shop.. 2nd hour we got stuck in national bookstore.
It was nice this time coz i was sober. What bugged me was i did not have the slightest urge to drink... not even to smoke a cigarette.
I told anne about this and she seemed to be happy...still a bit too iffy if i should agree.

why am i pondering on this.....
simple..
bcoz it's a sign that i
might have
forgotten
how
to
get
a
life....

well at least beyond work.

x_X

From Ina's rant...

i havent started the jump thing but the challenge of getting into my pants is already starting... huhuhu.. i donts like the gym too..it seems like i have countered all practical ideas i brought to my conciousness...

1. jog in the morning ..... sleep is gold........
2. no rice.... dad's cooking is evul....
3. meds.... too expensive and it did not work the first time...
4. gym.... im too shy to battle it oout with the buff men and skinny women...
5. get yer mind into it... too lazy.

if u have anymore ideas.. lemme know might work with me....my sister starting to mock me as pugad ruthie. huhuhhu...

here's ina's ranting hehehe http://chisaii.multiply.com/journal/item/40?mark_read=chisaii:journal:40

Trash talk and what nots....(no pun intended)

Sour pussies and reformed losers. Just read this blog, pathetic but utterly amusing.
This has taken a bad toll on how i am accountable to this mishap to some level, and I really feel obliged to save my sista. For now I decide not to make patol and make things worse for my sista and would rather focus on how i'm so thankful to the bunch of kids i hang out with.

My usual group of friends has 2 additional gents to emulate the lunacy that we already are. And for the few times that we sat around a table, a debate happens to materialize.

Usapang Laseng
sober: choose to be a mere observer, coz watching the tipsy and dead drunk arguing is already enough to blow u off yer seat. watch TV on dead air.
tipsy: nostalgic dude. feeding the desire of the dead drunk, creates a very condusive environment for the dead drunk to live up to the "almighty" persona who came about after the 5th glass of vodka 7.
dead drunk: "almighty". Thoughts swing in and out of contradiction struggling to project the wit from overly subjective and IMPULSIVE arguments.
arbitrator: cum video-taker. no comment or cheers on any bench. plays a significant part of documenting the foolishness brought about by extreme stress and alcohol.

*descriptions are based on the consistent characters of the respective persona played from the "few times" we have gone out together. Disclaimer: the following characters interchange on whoever gets drunk worse/more or who chooses to stick to the fizzy juice and pulutan.
By theory: person who has highest stress level = no. of drinks / alcohol level, with variant of innate factors (e.g. convictions/principles no matter how twisted they are) >>> most likely plays dead drunk or tipsy

Thank God for Fridays.
Cheers!