I WENT OUT OF MY ROOM TO WATCH DEL POTTY KICK ROBREDO'S ASS, AND AFTER I TURNED ON THE LIVING ROOM LIGHT I SAW THE BIGGEST FUCKING INSECT I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY BLOODY HOUSE SCURRYING TOWARDS ME.
I WAS SO SCARED I WAS STUNNED FOR A FEW SECONDS, FROZEN ON THE SPOT, AND THEN I QUICKLY RAN INTO MY ROOM, CLOSED THE DOOR.

THE LIVING ROOM LIGHT IS STILL ( Read more... )

So guess what lovely insect decided to crawl onto my face while I was trying to fall asleep at 2 in the morning.
A cockroach.

A FUCKING COCKROACH.

I was halfway between sleep and wake when all of a sudden I felt something on my left cheekbone. Thinking it was the string of my bolster cover, I moved my bolster away from my face.

That thing was still ( Read more... )

As part of my born-again plan to freaking lose weight, I went downstairs to swim at 4 p.m. My swimming pool is situated between the two blocks of apartments that make up my condominium, and parallel to the pool are rows of parking lots. The shower is right next to the walkway that leads to the parking lots.
As always, I dumped my towel on one ( Read more... )

The thing about writing is that I feel this vague panic attack whenever I think about it. It's that fear of failing at the one thing that you're good at, and more importantly, the only thing that's consistently meant something, anything, to you. The stakes are even higher when it's something that you've always defined yourself by, justified ( Read more... )

Today has been very...interesting.
First, the not-so-interesting parts:

I had lunch with my mom at Hooked!, this nice restaurant that serves fish-based dishes at the Rail Mall. After that I headed to Kinokuniya where I bought, like, 3 books (one of them being Letters from London) and finally signed up for the privilege card.

At around 4 I went to ( Read more... )

I just sent this email to Eng Wah:

To whom it may concern:

"I write in regards to a shockingly unprofessional and unpleasant cinematic experience I had on Saturday, February 2, 2008. I watched the 2.20 p.m. screening of "Atonement" at Eng Wah West Mall, during which there was a loud, jarring noise blaring from the speakers for the first five ( Read more... )

I'm 4/5 happy with my subject registration results. The funny thing was, this morning while floating between sleep and consciousness I dreamed that I had all the modules I wanted, except for Intelligence Law. In its place I got Islamic Law ( Read more... )

Who did the stupid nookie song? Limp Bizkit. Who wrote the pathetic lyrics? I'm guessing Fred Durst. Do I like Mr. "I'm-so-horny" Durst? Noooooo.
The funniest and weirdest and scariest thing happened in my dream. I was on a bus. Fred Durst and some other guy was also on the same bus. They were sitting across from me. I stood up, went over to them ( Read more... )