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Remember Pizza

Yesterday was mother's day.

Previously, long before such days come, my savings have already been reduced to dust and burgis frustrations because hurrah, it’s summer break.

But strangely enough this year it’s different? Idek why? For some reason I was able to amass enough dough to get something for ermat? Asfkladsfklajskf

And so I made it a point to do something special for her this time.

It was a good thing that she went out on a date with her mars otherwise Jared and I wouldn’t have been able to go out and get her cake without rousing suspicions.

And so we got her cake. And had some photos of us developed.

Cakes don’t last, so I asked Jared to make a card for ermat. I lent him my cheap watercolor set and taught him how to work out the water / palette relationship. I’m a super duper proud ate because he was really rocking the thing! When I asked him what he’d be putting at the blank halfspread he responded with “pizza”. Lol. He was making sure that mama wouldn’t forget to order that thing that day.

(We always have pizza on Sundays.)

And guess what? We had pizza! Life rocks.

I wasn’t able to take a photo of the finished card tho. Jared ran up to mama the instant he finished writing his regards because as it turns out, he referred to Jill and I as monkeys.

Apir.

It was overly fulfilling hearing ermat laugh so heartily again.

May 12, 2014
Monday

Dragged

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Hi. Do listen to me rant.

Three weeks ago, I was slumped at the butt end of our family Sportivo wondering when and where the next pit stop will present itself. I didn’t sign up for this shit. Thankfully (and oddly enough) I wasn’t all that cranky on top of all the bickering I have pocketed from both of my parents the nights prior to the trip.

(The thought that I’ve pawned them throughout the affair might have been the reason for this—I have hurled onto them mighty sound arguments that the only thing they could do in the end was cram a lousy SHUT UP to my face and hiss at me. I’m not in any way mocking them behind their backs, no. I just find their knee-jerking too amusing. Lol. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve rattled them with the way I was so composed back then.)

(It was a pretty interesting chain of verbal brawls, mind you, but I’d rather not discuss it now. Maybe sometime I would, if I get to scrape up enough agitation to.)

Besides that, there are a shit ton of other reasons why I disliked the idea of going on a trip to Bicol... and having to do so in their company.

For one, I have already declared that I have no intention of joining them. Doing otherwise would really suck as I have had the need to earn their respect given my previous actions. Lol. And nej, this ain’t a matter of pride. It’s more on safeguarding my dignity.

Also, the last time I was there I had nothing to do but warm the couch. I potato-ed. For someone so animated (or so at least I believe I am), I couldn’t, for the life of me, put up with that again.

Still, I’m not the man of the house, and sadly, the whole household had to submit itself to the interest of that who bears the iron fist.

Or die.

(De joke.)

(But still. I’d assume you’d caught my drift.)

And so I had to take it like a bitch.

Butt

All these fretting aside, though, I still presume that the world is not going to run out of good thingamajigum, and, being the cheerful shit that I am, I counted on that. So don’t round me off as a misanthropic fuck yet.

Somehow I managed to find stuff to take joy in: food, frivolous toddlers, being surrounded by nothing but trees, silly farm animals, silly dogs, more food, the ocean, traditional chocolate tablea, bukayo (!), and souvenir hoarding, among others.

Be that as it may, I suppose that feeling so morally beat, along with being sort of obligated to—surprise, surprise—bum around, yet again, was too strong a downer for me to get myself high on those stuff.

April

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For someone who has spent a truckload of sleepless nights trying to engage in the fine art of defying the gruesome class card cinco (and ultimately failing to! Apir) the month previous, I have, sadly, had a pretty uneventful April.

January

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The month that sucked. Bad vibes on overdrive.

Wrap-up

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Received Spam (fancy canned stuff) form Monica, violated resolutions,

took photos of lots of stuff, went vegetarian (with exceptions for pizza), ate teeth-hostile stuff with Mocs and Dahls and Char and Kit and Sofia,

fell in love with Nosferatu besides his being bald, got the hots for Tarantino, rolled third wheel, had a small crush on my best friend's girlfriend, walked the runway,

had a blast at the annual UP fair with my aliens,

made plans to form some sort of a cinema club in UP Clark, failed to push plans through, ran my first marathon, met Char's (then) present crush in person (finally),

went on a date with my sibs on a very random day,

decluttered, realized that "declutter" isn't an actual word,

was amazed at what an eyecandy Noriter café really is, received my first real handmade mixtape, received it from Dahls,

saw a hedgehog in person for the first time, got to take care of that hedgie,

saw The Rocky Horror Picture Time over and over, sketched a lot,

drank saltwater, built a sandcastle, an actual pretty sandcastle, went island hopping, built more pretty sandcastles, submerged in the local Boracay culture by having a burrito at Army Navy, marveled at the grossness of algae, felt bad for not having a flat belly (lol), got entranced by that overly macho fire dancer,

won at beer pong, lost, received Brad Porky Von Durian,

got chased by zombies,

broke my camera,

converted a few people into Whovians, pledged to learn how to do typography and flash and polymer clay molding and watercolor, forgot everything about the pledge,

saw Cinderella and Hercules (films) for the first time, got myself a job-- taught Japs how to communicate in English even when I myself cannot,

got hooked to Zumba, developed a lasting crush on the Zumba instructor, participated in my first art swap, lost my first Doctor Who companions, decided that I'd never get over the Ponds, appreciated Fliptop, saw nine Cinemalaya films,

joined UP PsychSoc, fell in like with thrift stores and bazaars,

fell in like with the local reggae scene, liked you more, like, more more, witnessed a drunk Clarence, had coffee with Monica lots of times, took lots of selfies, got more in touch with my people in UP Diliman,

stood up for students' rights,

had lots of visits from Sofia, recorded covers with Sofia, saw a local communist-ish bromance film with Jake Cuenca in it, seeked lots of shorts and documentaries right after, got sort of addicted to Shingeki no Kyojin with my brother,

realized how cute your nose is, fell in like with your scent, decided I'd tell my best friend stuff about you,

bought pirated copies of Doctor Who, felt super excited about it, ate lots of pizza, bonded with Pi Sig lots of times, took lots of photos using SplitPic,