She lives and works from her laptop on a little paradise island in the Philippines. She's a writer, graphic artist, and mountaineer. During rainy days she loves to sleep and oversleep and dream and daydream and then write. More »
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We now have a moron for a president. This must be the height of Philippine democracy--the rule of the, you know, morons. It's just funny how we let the "masses" rule over our country when the majority are idiots to begin with.
I didn't vote last election--I'm not a registered voter, never will be. I prolly don't have the right to bitch about anything--I really don't--cos I'm not bitching about anything, besides. I'm just saying we have a moron for a president, morons that make up the government, and a whole lot more of morons that comprise the archipelago. Two hundred morons are being born every hour and with approximately ninety-three million morons squeezed into the sardine can that is the Philippines, you'll never miss a single moron in your life ever again. Even up a solitary mountain, you're never alone; there will always be at least one single smiling moron that you'll encounter along the way.
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We've moved into a new home. Some cramped condominium unit in Taguig City where there's this oasis at the center. It looks like a resort of some sort, with swimming pools, a club house, cottages, landscaped palm trees, manicured lawns and everything. Everybody here is sun-baked with tan lines at the back. It's the perfect home at the heart of Manila. The closest thing to everything else. Clean, guarded, secured, expensive, and most especially, pretentious. Outside this little safe and comfy sanctuary is the squatters area--that being, the rest of Taguig--ramshackle houses placed side by side and on top of each other, and peopled with morons and gamblers and alcoholics and snatchers and so on.
I don't know. I just can't live here.
The filth. The traffic. The pollution. The hundreds of morons everywhere. I'd rather go back to UP Diliman.
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Summer classes vacuumed clean my brain cells and let me lived off catatonic for several weeks.
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I have no internet. Goddamn.
I am free from Mindtwist. Fuck yes! I just wish he burns in hell. Or at least fired from a cannon into the sun, should hell not exist.
I have a year to recover my wits and charms and all. Bleahh.XP
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The only thing worth waking up for everyday this week is Marquis de Sade's The 120 Days of Sodom.
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Low levels of dopamine and serotonin in my head. Neither alcohol nor coffee works any more to electrify my body back to life. Went back to smoking cigarettes a week ago and all I got was a nose dripping with snot and neon yellow phlegm that glows in the dark.
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I don't know what happened. The world just went blank and black and nothing appeared to exist for a moment. Then the light bulbs blinked back to blinding orby things and everything wasn't the same again. I can't even find any pleasure from mountain climbing anymore. I just want to crawl into bed and eat and sleep for the rest of forever.
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Tobey08.06.10 - 23:20
tine18.06.10 - 10:17