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Er, yeah. Too lazy/tired to talk about Weekend With Parents. Basta, freebies and aircon and erm... parents.
Tangina, sakit ng ulo ko pare. I haven't smoked anything for a while, but I heard somewhere that the physical nicotine withdrawal symptoms (not the psychological) usually wear off after three days. It's been more than three days since my last cig, and my head is STILL throbbing. I suspect it isn't nicotine withdrawal. No, it's probably eyestrain. Dammit. New glasses. AGAIN. Potah. Fucking useless eyes. Fucking annoying genetic predesposition towards myopia. Blegh.
Oh, and because I'm tired and headachy and fucking SICK of hearing about the goddamn Pacquiao-Larios fight, I will air my grievances.
-So I'm copping a read of the new edition of Siglo over in Fully Booked Cubao, and then this lady walks up to me and goes, "Ma'am, bawal ho 'yan." ABA. Kung bawal, e bakit nakabukas siya, 'di katulad ng ibang graphic novels/TPB na, sa pagkagahaman ng korporasiyon niyo, BINALOT SA PLASTIK??? Ha? HA??? Nakabukas nga siya. Walang plastik. Umaalingawngaw ang panawagang "Sai, basahin mo ako, basahin mo ako!" sa loob ng Fully Booked! ANO BA?! Putanganakngkabayongduling...
Aaaaand um... yeah. Yun. I guess that's all that's really bothering me. Except for the headache and the fatigue. And the usual "z0mg Philippine culture/s environmental conservation urban decay future of the me people of the world destruction of all that is holy and beautiful yaddayadda." ...Mostly it's that Fully Booked incident. Nabanas talaga ako e.
Babaw no?
Basta. Napapakshet ako sa buhay. Ewan ko. Nakakapakshet ang mundo, parang ayoko na. Kaso, wala naman akong problema masyado a, kaya nakakapagtataka kung bakit ang daming pinapakshetan ko. Basta. 'Yun na yun.
Donwannaelljaynomoretoday.
Tangina, sakit ng ulo ko pare. I haven't smoked anything for a while, but I heard somewhere that the physical nicotine withdrawal symptoms (not the psychological) usually wear off after three days. It's been more than three days since my last cig, and my head is STILL throbbing. I suspect it isn't nicotine withdrawal. No, it's probably eyestrain. Dammit. New glasses. AGAIN. Potah. Fucking useless eyes. Fucking annoying genetic predesposition towards myopia. Blegh.
Oh, and because I'm tired and headachy and fucking SICK of hearing about the goddamn Pacquiao-Larios fight, I will air my grievances.
-So I'm copping a read of the new edition of Siglo over in Fully Booked Cubao, and then this lady walks up to me and goes, "Ma'am, bawal ho 'yan." ABA. Kung bawal, e bakit nakabukas siya, 'di katulad ng ibang graphic novels/TPB na, sa pagkagahaman ng korporasiyon niyo, BINALOT SA PLASTIK??? Ha? HA??? Nakabukas nga siya. Walang plastik. Umaalingawngaw ang panawagang "Sai, basahin mo ako, basahin mo ako!" sa loob ng Fully Booked! ANO BA?! Putanganakngkabayongduling...
Aaaaand um... yeah. Yun. I guess that's all that's really bothering me. Except for the headache and the fatigue. And the usual "z0mg Philippine culture/s environmental conservation urban decay future of the me people of the world destruction of all that is holy and beautiful yaddayadda." ...Mostly it's that Fully Booked incident. Nabanas talaga ako e.
Babaw no?
Basta. Napapakshet ako sa buhay. Ewan ko. Nakakapakshet ang mundo, parang ayoko na. Kaso, wala naman akong problema masyado a, kaya nakakapagtataka kung bakit ang daming pinapakshetan ko. Basta. 'Yun na yun.
Donwannaelljaynomoretoday.