Brownies for my Sister

Last night, I gave my fifteen-year-old sister a small piece from my brownies and didn't tell her what's in them. Soon after (sooner than I thought actually) she was laughing and telling stories comparable to the Mad Hatter. She was literally rolling on the floor laughing. But it wasn't really physiologically obvious that she was high, so nobody in the house suspected, everybody thought that she was just happy. I don't know what time she went to bed because she locked herself up in her room with the laptop, but she most certainly had a good night's sleep. And I know this because she overslept. She almost simultaneously opened her eyes and wore her uniform when she woke up this morning, and then went straight off to school. She was excused the first period because she was told that her eyes were reddish and everyone thought she's got sore eyes. She was allowed to go back to class when her eyes went back to its normal color. HA! So that's my sister in brownies. I'm not giving her anything ever again. HA!

I'm sho shleepy.

Wentworth Miller Appreciation Day

I'm drooling all over the place.

Why so damn beautiful?

Weird.

A teacher of mine in high school is unfortunately, also my sister's teacher this year for the same subject. And apparently, this teacher just told their class today that I was weird when I was in highschool, and she justified it so with a follow-up remark that I was always reading books in class. Well, duh, because I wouldn't have learned anything in high school if I just listened to the teachers and read school-required books. I had to find other ways to really, actually learn. And if that makes someone weird then I guess I am, bitches.

Magic Brownies

Supposed to watch Despicable Me yesterday. Went to First Mall, but they were only showing it in 3D. Went to Second Mall with the same predicament. Went to Third Mall today. FINALLY, a regular cinema. The movie was... cute. IT'S SO FLUFFAAAAAAYYY!!!

Went to D's. Then J's. Then somewhere else. Then made some good love.

POSERO

Posero ka, ibalik mo sa 'kin ang self-esteem na ibinigay ko sa 'yo, hoy! RAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!!

Wurd.

What is it that's so difficult with words? They just don't come out naturally with me. It's not just with writing, I wish I write better prose though, but also no scenario seems comfortable enough for me to spill what's on my mind, often mistaken by others as pride. This has got to change.

Mondays

If that time in your life comes when you are to choose a day to stay in and pamper your ass, pick Monday.

Ska Festival

Right now I haven't really got anything sensible to write but it's a new blog and it's always exciting to write in new blogs, and blog posts aren't really required to be sensible anyway. Take this first sentence as a warning. Bah.

Last night we went to the Ska Festival. It was wild--not bad wild, just party wild, but still it was so hot, literally.There were so many people that it was impossible to get a good look at the band and stay dry at the same time. You'll keep bumping (and grinding) into sweaty arms (and other body parts) everywhere. And because I was with old people none of them were in the mood for some sweaty bumping and grinding in the middle of the crowd. Just kidding, they aren't that old, and sweat isn't really that at all appealing. Also, I am very, very sad to report that Cubao Expo has become so baduy, strict and feudal. I think it wasn't even 1AM when we left to go to J's place, and by then Cubao X has already closed its gates to the people outside waiting for their chance to get a whiff of that sweaty ska goodness. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

So we left the jungle and went to J's. C and J jammed. Because they can (and also because they're planning--no, they are forming a band.) While I, the uncreative and boring one (always the saling ket-ket), drank their beer and from time to time took pictures with C's camera or just sat there and babble, filling up dead airs. An hour or two later C's cousin arrived with her 3 friends. Hurrah, people to talk to! Another hour or two later I was already feeling dizzy and of course, yours truly didn't bother to eat dinner before drinking, so inevitably and embarrassingly, she eventually threw up in the bathroom. Not glamorous at all.

Went home in the morning and slept. Shout out to my mom. Ikaw na ang cool.

Another Blog of my Life

I feel sick to my stomach. Other days I would dismiss this as just guilt clawing on my stomach walls, but not right now. Right now I really feel physiologically sick -- dizzy and nauseated. And I felt like sharing this to the world, yes. Because I have nothing better to do as I am yet to get a life.

Anyway, this blog is a by-product of contradictions, confuzzlements, and petty teenage angsts arriving a few years too late. Thus, this:

The Story of How I Came to be: The Unofficial Autobiography

Or not. It's just another blog.