So You're In Deep Shit... Here's How To Cope

Alright. So you have a problem. your problem is not a small matter, but to me, it does not matter. problems are all the same, they were sent from the high heavens to give your days a little spice, and give your life a whole lotta shit.

so you have been moping, whining and crying all day in bed. no body cares. the truth is, the world can go on without you, and another drama queen or king just will not make a difference.

anyways, your luck is bound to change. i mean nobody is eternally unlucky, and this day might be your lucky day. wel, if it isnt, your lucky day yet, at least you could cope with these tips:


1. exercise... just exercise baby! remember, endorphines make you feel happier, lighter, and some exercises, like boxing, will help take your agression out

2. write a friggin journal- nobody cares if your grammar is all twisted. just write. it is one of the best releases and it costs close to nothing. and as a bonus, you could read back to it whenever you feel bored and remember esxactly how you felt in some random day in your past. make a blog, get a diary. i dont care. you could even write in toilet paper. but just write.

3. watch a comedy. come on. you know that deep down, lying in bed crying over every little song or movie line wont help, so just go and watch a friggin, senseless comedy. it will take your mind off things and is sure to get you to a better mood

4.go to some resort. there is always a cheap resort somewhere near ya.. it doesnt matter if its a walking distance from your house, the point is, you are not in your house, where everything is familiar. in a resort where everything is new, you will also be occupied with getting to know the area and stuff. and nothing mends a broken heart like a sun setting on the horizon while you are watching from a beach somewhere...

5. get out and party- the party scene is the perfect venue for getting your mind off problems. when you are surrounded with people, you tend to think about them instead of your problems, and lets face it, alcohol really does make you forget, not just your problems, but most everything you know... so enjoy your drunken state. dont be ashamed of it.. at least on the night you are out partying and drinking, you are safe. safe from all the troubles of the mind, and safe from all the painful screams of the heart

confession #6:

people ask me why i NEED (not want) to go out partying almost every night...i never answer... i think i do not need to explain m,y decisions to any one, but the truth of the matter is

i go out every night because when im drunk in a club somewhere, every laugh could have been a tear spent while lying in bed alone

and the excitment i feel each time i meet someone new, could have been the longing for someone i used to know

I Am Officially A Genius

I am officially a genius! i wa sleeping, and you know those few moments between sleep and waking up?

Well, yesterday morning (well actually i wake up at 1pm, so it was really yesterday afternoon)when i was just waking up, i could still almost see my dream... i could almost recall it. more importantly, i was able to hear myself talking in my dream

i was blabbering about a lot of stuff, but something i was saying made a mark on me.. in my dream i had just coined a word, and i was planning to write blogs about my word, so that i could preseve my intelectual property. right? right.

so the word i have coined is: SWINGLE which means single and willing to mingle

ok so, its not really a big word, nor is it really interesting or smart

but who else can invent a word in their sleep?

confession # 5:

im seriosuly thinking that some soul or angle or devil for that matter sent me this idea..but id still like to think its the product of a genius mind.haha..kidding...of course...unless you take it seriously

Who Am I?

i have intentionally left my name out of this blog, i have intentionally kept some parts of me that would eb telling about who i am and what i am...

i figured, a little mystery would never hurt...and if you think you know me... you have no idea...

but i have realized that today i need to tell my audience who i am..just becaus...well..im friggin bored..

and this is MY blog...

haha
So, who am I?

Here's who:

1. i am currently taking up law in san beda
2. i am a part time writer... i write porn
3. i love eating raw vegetables, especially ampalaya
4. when given a choice between caramel and chocolate, i always choose caramel without skipping a beat... and then at the last minute, change my mind as i realize that chocolate is healthier for me
5. my idea of happiness is iced gem biscuits
6. sadnes? no alcohol for three days
7. all i want to do right now is to lose weight
8. i need more money... thus i need more work
9. i sleep all day, party all night
10. i am a VIP in the hottest local clubs
11. i love myself
12. i love myself so much that i want to commit suicide
13. when iu was born, birds sang, unicorns flew high above and sea horses rejoiced... a star was born
14. i wanted to stop at thirteen. its a lucky number
15. every body oves me, especially the dragon who loves eating peanut butter
16. i ahve a best friend named phoukie, and he lives in an enchanmted forest. he survives only on honey bees and chocolate eclairs dipped in starbucks' coffee
17. i just lied. a lot

Partyphile...All Grown Up

hey bitches!

guess what? Yes. You've read the date right.Yes. It is a saturday night. and yes. i am at home. Why?
because i hade just realized something..and yes. this is about another realization.

i had realized that tonight, unlike any other saturday night, i do not need to go out and party. tonight, i do not feel restless, i am at peace. tonight, for the first time in a very very very long time, i am ok with staying home, even though it is a saturday night. tonight, i have realized that i do not need the blinding lights, the overly loud music, the beer goggles, and the intoxication alcohol brings to have a good time.

yes. tonight, unlike any other night, i may just have realized that i am mature enough to stay at home on a saturday night.

yup. you heard it right people, the partyphile has finally grown up...

confession #4:

its either im mature enough, or i just had too much of a good time last night, drinking and partying..hahaha

Hard Rains and Little Tragedies

Yes. I had a rough week. Rougher than sand paper. Rougher than crocodile skin, and yes, even rougher than Mary J. Blige's voice.

But in the midst of my twenty-something depression and stress attacks, it got me thinking...


My mind wonders: do we, the younger generation, really go througgh rough times? or are we just pre-programmed by media to magbnify little tragedies in our own mind?

i mean, am i really this unlucky? do i really have a life that sucks this bad? or is it just that my point of view is twisted?

do i really have a good life, which i choose to view as "bad"?

i was watching grey's anatomy. and yes, as usual, it was filled with tears and overly emotional doctors...

and it got me wondering... is our society really like this? because i do not remember myself crying at the drop of a hat..
BUT have we, as a generation, made it acceptable to throw tantrums or carry our weight around just because we had a bad day?

the answers to these, i do not know..
but i think i have been wearing some twisted glasses..

maybe i really have it good, but i choose to see the negative side of things..or maybe this week was not really that bad...i just chose to to see the negativity in it

just maybe

of course, after you suffer a car crash, a good scolding, some turmoil with friends and parents, trouble with work and finances...it is somewhat acceptable to feel bad..and at a grand level..


but hey! im alive aren't i? and that is all that matters now...

confession #3:
even though i made it through the storm that was last week, im am optimistic, not giddy with happiness..but i am optimistic...


...even though optimism is not really cool right now

Rum Is Me...

You Are Rum

You're the life of the party, and a total flirt You are also pretty picky about what you drink Only the finest labels and best mixed cocktails will do Except if you're dieting - then it's Diet Coke and Bicardi all the way

What Alcoholic Drink Are You?

Keeping Things Real

in the few years that i have existed, i have learned quite a lot from friends. i have learned how to:
1. cuss;
2. drink;
3. smoke;
4. do drugs; and
5. party

and yes. i do treat my friends well. i prioritize my friends more than half the stuff that i should. and so it really sucks hard when these people, you call friends, become the enemy.

yes, i know this is normal and this is totally temporary (keeping my fingers crossed here), but is it healthy for one's sanity to believe that your BFFs will really last forever?

recently, people i still refer to as my 'best friends' or my 'clique', have done the unthinkable (gasp) -- they have forgotten to invite me for a night out! and what is a partyphile to do when that partyphile is left out from something that is totally that partyphile's element?

well... experience tells me: that partyphile bleeds.

Yes. a partyphile may have a sea of connections and what not, but when people who used to be close to a partyphile's heart leaves that particular partyphile...s/he goes almost crazy.

with the myriad things that my friends have taught me, i realized something.

just like the waning and fading effects of alcohol and drugs, friends too are fleeting...
and just like alcohol and drugs, the more you hold on to them, the more you feel like you're losing control. which makes me think...

are friends, sober people's alcohol?

confession 2:

if friends are sober people's alcohol, then i would much gladly trade my friends for alcohol. at least alcohol never makes promises of forever and butterflies and rainbows.

with alcohol, you know exactly the effect: you get a hangover the day after, there might be a possibility of projectile vommit in your future, you might get attracted to otherwise unattractive peole, and you get (just ike with friends) a good time.

with alcohol, however, you know that by the time you wake up the next morning, it's comforts would have left you. with friends, you never know when your bond is severed.

so...to all the lonely people in the world tonight: raise your rum-cokes and drink your worries away!