November 5, 2005
Recently, I’ve been collecting (and reading eversince) TIME, GQ and NATIONAL GEO. Those who want to help me make a guiness world record of the world’s tallest collection of savvy mags, contact me on where to send the donation.
Jed, now I know why you skip Lunch for a GQ.
But before I go african thin, I need to learn how the word save happens.
Dang. When I checked out the stands yesterday, the manang asked me “Ijo, FHM ka?”
Was she being her-business-self or was she trying to imply something?
I might look like one, but I’m not.
Honestly, I read the world.
Not what’s under it.
I’m craaaving to have Rhett Miller, Gavin Degraw, Lost prophets, Moby and Jamiroquai’s album but the city’s only record bar doesnt sell them but they have spaces for Masculados, Lito Camo, and Vhong Navarro.
Cruelty can even be displayed not only in life…but also in record bars.
My musix menu caters to almost all kinds of genre (except country).
But…I’m so into Coldplay&Eraserheads-ish kind of music.
I never thought I’d actually chit-chat with astral heart from 9PM in the evening to 4AM today.
Last night, was fun cheery and all happy adjectives in Webster.
Amidst ol’ the bliss, I still need to pass my article for Beacon this afternoon.
& I hope I get to pass this one, unlike what happened to my Chemistry.
Miss EIC Rizza spare me.
A day left for my sem-break.
I’m going to miss all this blogging and bumming that became so habitual.
I want to eat Kitchie’s Twister Fries and a drink of coke float…
…that would make me cheery again.
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