Beer All You Can! Drink till you drop this friday night! Enjoy the overflowing booze till the crack of dawn. Inom lang ng inom! Now how tempting is that!? So ano, enticed na? Punta na sa Katips Restobar, 209 katipunan road, blue ridge, quezon city.

And if drinking is not your thing, you can still enjoy the indie bands and billiards… all these fun for your exploiting!

So go na! Bili na sakin ng tickets…ASAP! Now na! message me at my YM –> freeroamingchicken@yahoo.com

It is a factor that a guy is cute… (oh it so is.. hehe, LOL!!..) BUT.. if his friends are yah know, like mga coñong cannot ispik proper inglis (worse is if they come form the land of shevere where people shpeak shiveerish kashi may brashes shila)… what does that tell about him . To add to that is their "very substantive" comments and compliments. As cliche as it is, birds of the same skin… swim (korny ko! hehe), seriously, birds of the same feather flock together… (kaya pala friends tayo! hihihihi)

Yeah he’s uber cute ang all that — according to you (greek god ba?) — but would you really settle for that. Knowing you, there should be substance! As i’ve said, how would it be when you two are alone and get a chance to talk… ala slambook… "so what is your favorite color? who is your favorite singer? what is love?" Can you really take that?

Well, you could always kiss when you have nothing to talk about — and you’d like that. Nyahahahahahahaha! — BUT no! have you checked his teeth? have you smelled his breath? maybe he has halitosis! You wouldn’t know…

So what do we do with a cute guy who’s hallow and shallow (it rhymes!) and has halitosis(nagconclude na??)? We forget them!

Given this, he is still UBER CUTE – once again, according to you — so how do we forget overly cute guys with no sense and has halitosis? beats me! Ask me about forgetting and I’ll tell you about my the-one-who-got-away. (I think I’ll have to have an alzimers or amnesia to forget.)  Going back to your love life… It’s just physical attraction and no interaction (once again, it rhymes!)

Ok. So there. Enough of your making me your personal love doctor.  Damn that hypothalamus!

This word perfectly defines my sentiments about my course right now. Hehe, i’m a polsci major, would you believe? I can write articles (obviously). That’s all that qualifies me as a Polsci major, and i’m not even a good writer at that (Obvious ba? hehe).

I’m not a wide reader [I don’t like reading]. I’m not very vocal when it comes to class discussions [I only blabber on my mind or yap when I’m outside of the class] - my vernix area doesn’t seem to coordinate with my Broca’s when i recite (wow jargons!). I write poorly [aside from my hideous penmanship, my thoughts aren’t well organized, are incoherent and are, to quote sir Tigno, "vague"]. I am not a good debater [I took debating class and uhm… let’s just say it didn’t turn out as well as it should] —- I could go on with this for days, I could find a gazillion of reasons why I shouldn’t be here. But guess what, I’m an incoming senior in this course. I’ve endured the boredom and dispassion for this long.

I thought years in this program would let it grow into me. Well, as you can see it didn’t. YOU wouldn’tbe reading this article in the first place if I did. People see my potentials (naks!) not as a notable political scientist. I cannot speak for them as to where they see me best fitted. As for me, if I weren’t polsci major trting to pursue a carreer in law, I’d be a lay-out artist, a designer, an architect, a fine arts enthusiast or maybe a computer scientist — passionate, happy and contented (and hopefully earning big!) with my job.

This blog, my desktop wallpaper, may friendster lay-out, the posters I design, the videos I make, the passion i have in structuring and furnishing houses in Sims, my drawings of models in fancy clothes… this and that… it tells me so much of what i really want to be — to be an agriculturist! (joke lang).

Even in my Pol Sci org where i’m supposed to unravel (unravel!) my Polsci potentials, my feats are nowhere else but in the artsy fartsy stuff.

Hay… too late to think otherwise.

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Why so slow! Why oh why!

Let us historisize:

Nung inuluwal palang ako dito sa mundong ibabaw, gusto ko ng magblog. Ito ang pangarap ko, ito ang aking mithiin. Ibinaon ko ito sa aking subconcious sa kadahilanang noong sanggol palang ako ay wala pang konsepto ng blogging thus making me a deviant for thinking of such (ano ba yan, lecheng taglish!). Naisip ko na ang mga ganoong bagay noong bata palang ako dahil ako’y isang superchild. Kakaiba ang kapasidad ng aking utak. (LOL!) Sa isang komunidad kung saan ang mga tao ay normal, ang ganitong kagalingan ng pag-iisip (WTF! Iba na to! hehe) ay itinuturing na eccentrism o minsan pa’y schizofrenia. (Oh c’mon, muka ba ‘kong eccentric!? Would you qualify me as a schizo!?)

Sa kasalukuyan, kung kelan umusad na ang teknolohiya, naglalabasan na ang iba’t ibang blogs — blogspot, blogdrive, blogsome. Tumutulo ang aking laway (Gross! Kadirs! hehe) sa ideya pa lamang ng pagbablog (My Mommy! Ano ba ‘to?). Lahat nalang may blog! Sana ako rin. Gusto kong bigyan ng kahulugan ang aking buhay at ITO LANG ANG NATATANGING PARAAN. Ito ang aking so called purpose in life. Ito ang magkukumpleto sa aking pagkatao. 

KaYa lAnG…

kAyA LaNg…

KAya LanG…

(Nahihirapan na akong managalog dito… code switch muna…)

….I have no time… (So this is where the serious part goes)

I’m academically flunking.

I always have no time for my acads, how much more for blogging!? I always try to talk to somebody about this, but i guess it’s just not enough. Talking is not enough. I need to do something…

[pauses]

 ….I can’t go on writing this… some things are just not meant to be put in blogs for the whole world to see.

p.s. why did i start blogging despite problems of having no time? That’s just it. [di mo gets? then you don’t belong in this blog.]