i find that i dont know what to write in my bucket list.. the only thing i was able to come up with is this: a backpack trip to europe...........nothing after that..... how boring is that?
since glaucoma excuses me from doing something stupid like riding the damned roller coaster, i cant think of anything else to do.. i can of course do something equally stupid (no offense coaster addicts) that would frighten the shit out of me to prove to myself that im no chicken.. like....
(1) climb the eiffel tower and/or the statue of liberty. i did promise once that i will NEVER, not ever..not even for a million dollars.
(2) blow up a presidential car (without harming anyone of course)
(3) experience crossing the infamous bermuda triangle
hahaha.. this here is the real one
(1) go to mecca for the pilgrimage.
(2) a backpack trip to europe
(3) roadtrip from one state to the next.
(4) buy $150 worth of lottery tickets. and if i do win, i'd buy more tickets worth $500
(5) built a mosque with my winnings. if i dont win, id still build one. or more.
(6) blow up a presidential car (i was serious)
(7) experience being hypnotized (by a professional shrink mind you)
(8) if by then i wouldnt forget, id try electroconvulsive therapy. seriously.
(9) ............................
i'll give myself until the end of this year to come up with at least ten more for this stupid list.. if by then id still have nothing, id get rid of this damn list lol
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
a trip to and back.
a friend said almonds will help me sleep dreams-free (yes, plural).. the problem is, im not really fond of those things.. and, in less than 12 hours after purchasing 2bags of chocolates from dutyfree, my siblings ate everything in the ref that says 'with almonds'.. unbelievable these people.
recently, my dreams have been leaving me: (a) even more stressed; (b) with a massive headache; (c) in tears.
ive dreamt of:
(1) accidentally killing someone i love.. (2 different people. 2 different dreams.)
(2) me having killed a little girl; tried to bury her in the sand using my feet and at the same time hiding what i was doing from a soldier that was working night shift. (im not a psycho! it's a dream!)
(3) the dream i always have once or twice a month since....... time immemorial
(4) all my teeth falling off
(5) my friends, for some unknown reason, hating me. (waking up believing they actually do)
and i just discovered i have 3 written posts about 'my dreams' saved in my draft folder..so for over a month now, ive been trying to write about the shit in my head but always fail. pathetic. like really pathetic.
..im a such a baby i know.
my #1 and #2 saved drafts were actually attempts to write about my #2 dream (me having killed a little girl). Again, im going to try to write about this just so i can say i was able to let it out. it scared the hell out of me... for days, whenever i was left alone with my thoughts, i was convinced that there was really something wrong with me.
and now, to the dream. i always refer to this as 'the sand' dream.
the moon was covered by the clouds.. it was a classic setting of a horror film except it's not..it looked like i was in a dessert.. the dream did not actually happen scene by scene, like in full details.. it just skipped and skipped, but not too much.. just enought to still tell me the story.
little girl..i cant remember how she looked like (darn it! it's 11:10 pm and im alone. and im starting to get scared. :'| i wanna stop thinking about the dream but i wont.) ..she was in a swing.. she looked innocent (bloody hell! goosebumps.). next thing i know, she's lying on the sand. swing gone. How i felt? scared and guilty. super duper scared. i started looking around. not to ask for help, because i knew i killed the girl. i started covering the body with the sand using only my feet.and then, the soldier unexpectedly entered the scene. from a deserted place, there suddenly stood a guardhouse (kinda). whenever i feel him looking my direction, i would stop what i was doing.
-i have to stop. 'di ku na kaya. thinking about it too much gives the characters faces. i have to stop. sorry if i freaked you out. i did manage to scare myself even more. wtf. that's very short but shit did it scare me. bloody hell i hope the cake i ate kanina wont give me dreams tonight.
recently, my dreams have been leaving me: (a) even more stressed; (b) with a massive headache; (c) in tears.
ive dreamt of:
(1) accidentally killing someone i love.. (2 different people. 2 different dreams.)
(2) me having killed a little girl; tried to bury her in the sand using my feet and at the same time hiding what i was doing from a soldier that was working night shift. (im not a psycho! it's a dream!)
(3) the dream i always have once or twice a month since....... time immemorial
(4) all my teeth falling off
(5) my friends, for some unknown reason, hating me. (waking up believing they actually do)
and i just discovered i have 3 written posts about 'my dreams' saved in my draft folder..so for over a month now, ive been trying to write about the shit in my head but always fail. pathetic. like really pathetic.
..im a such a baby i know.
my #1 and #2 saved drafts were actually attempts to write about my #2 dream (me having killed a little girl). Again, im going to try to write about this just so i can say i was able to let it out. it scared the hell out of me... for days, whenever i was left alone with my thoughts, i was convinced that there was really something wrong with me.
and now, to the dream. i always refer to this as 'the sand' dream.
the moon was covered by the clouds.. it was a classic setting of a horror film except it's not..it looked like i was in a dessert.. the dream did not actually happen scene by scene, like in full details.. it just skipped and skipped, but not too much.. just enought to still tell me the story.
little girl..i cant remember how she looked like (darn it! it's 11:10 pm and im alone. and im starting to get scared. :'| i wanna stop thinking about the dream but i wont.) ..she was in a swing.. she looked innocent (bloody hell! goosebumps.). next thing i know, she's lying on the sand. swing gone. How i felt? scared and guilty. super duper scared. i started looking around. not to ask for help, because i knew i killed the girl. i started covering the body with the sand using only my feet.and then, the soldier unexpectedly entered the scene. from a deserted place, there suddenly stood a guardhouse (kinda). whenever i feel him looking my direction, i would stop what i was doing.
-i have to stop. 'di ku na kaya. thinking about it too much gives the characters faces. i have to stop. sorry if i freaked you out. i did manage to scare myself even more. wtf. that's very short but shit did it scare me. bloody hell i hope the cake i ate kanina wont give me dreams tonight.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
..im coming HOME :)
.a quick preview of my trip.
baka kasi sabihin ng iba na ang tamad tamad kong magkwento.
well, here it is.
that's me in san francisco.jumping like an idiot, yeah.
goodness, that thing smells.narealize ku lang after, shithead!
i was ecstatic nung nakita ku yan!kyutness noh?
that's my ayah and a stray deer at Yosimite Park.haha just kidding.
harry bloody potter @ hollywood.humiga pa ku jan bwahhaha
gubay cams! im going to miss you!! see you in less than a year!BWAHAHA next year next year!
gubay vegas!this is my favorite part :D
not the casino mind you haha
my favorite spot.:( gubay.
gubay disney :)loved the fireworks. 'twas the best.
gubay tita clarie's home.
gubay my beloved giraffe (just in case i cant bring you).
and lastly..
ms. maria cristina pamintuan lapiz, masunget ka tlga!
bwahahaha. kasiiiii eh..
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