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-axel pinpin

[larawan mula sa blog ni rolando tolentino]

NAKANGANGA SIYA SA harap ng TV. Miyerkules ngayon. May featured film ni Sharon Cuneta sa ABC 5.
 
You're nothing but a second rate, trying hard, copycat!
 
Ginagaya niya ang buka ng bibig ni Cherie Gil sa 'Bituing Walang Ningning'. Para siyang goldfish na inaatake ng asphyxiation.
 
"Hoy, Bebang! Ano ba't nakatunganga ka na naman d'yan sa harap ng TV. Nakatambak ang mga huhugasan mo sa lababo. Hindi 'yan maglalakad papunta sa 'yo, aba!"
 
("continue..")

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Second birthday in a row that sucked big time.

Last year sucked because there were too many people and I got tired from being a host. Not to mention the unkept promises by family members who were happy enough to relent to my wishes beforehand but “conveniently forgot” or “had other important things to do” on the day itself. Ended up having a pathetic game forced upon the visitors by my sister. I appreciate the effort but… what the heck? Sad, sad. (Also, I was already pregnant by then but didn’t know it. I felt bad the whole time)

This year sucked because of thesis submission at 6pm so I spent most of my day cramming the fucking table of contents that I thought was easy-peasy. Wasn’t able to go to Sarah’s with the others after because of a family dinner (I was late, by the way, because of the submission). I also felt that my outfit was too slutty – realized too late that the dress was too short and the front was too low. Of course, it didn’t escape nanay’s notice. I had planned to go to Sarah’s after but decided against it because I was tired and I might not be allowed anyway.

Also (and of course), boyfriend ruined the mood. He became withdrawn when I apparently reacted negatively towards his invitation for me and Drew to visit Bulacan. I had hesitated because I suddenly felt nervous – I’ve never been there and I’ve never met his father and older brother. Another reason was because mom had told me not to bring Drew over there too soon because he was too small. I told him I was scared and took it the wrong way, thought that I didn’t want to go (which I did want, for the longest time actually) and sulked the rest of the night. His sudden change of mood affected me throughout dinner because I didn’t know the reason why. He finally said it when we reached home and I explained why I hesitated (stating the reasons above) but APPARENTLY, he had decided that what he thought – about me not wanting to go at all – was right and didn’t listen. Our attention went to Drew and after I put him to sleep, I found HIM already asleep on my bed. Great.

I hate it when we’re together and he just… sleeps. It happens a lot, actually. It’s mostly because he’s tired from his job, but there are times when it’s because he partied all night or had beaten up someone for the frat the previous night. So we don’t even get to do normal stuff like watch tv together. Or I watch, he sleeps. That even happened in the movies. At first I was tolerant… later on, I’m so irritated, I can’t sleep. Like now.

Oh well, it’s not like I can sleep when he’s there. I’ve never been used to it.

I needed to rant out. It’s my birthday for goodness’ sakes, and though people are laughing and having a good time downstairs, they’re only Sandra’s friends who came for a visit. Me? I’m sitting in the living room, watching Julia Robert’s Biography on tv, wanting to sleep but not being able to, crying a little because of a completely fucked up day.

For a normal day, this was bad. For my birthday, this was abso-fucking-lutely awful. I need a drink.

Happy 23^rd birthday to me.  

Puro daldal lang naman kasi ito ng buhay mag-asawa. Kung pelikula lang ito, tinulugan ko na ito e. Parang hindi gawa ni Margaret Atwood. Sabagay baka experiment lang niya ito sa novel writing sabihin pang ang structure ng nobela ay naka-pattern sa life cycle --birth, living, death. Lagi kong naiisip si Virginia Woolf dito. At naiisip ko rin na sana binasa ko na lang ulit yung Cat's Eye ni Atwood, mas poetic ang pagsusulat nun e.

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Bumalik na lang kaya ako sa pagma-marathon ng Spongebob Squarepants..

May nabili akong dvd ng pelikulang Manila ni Piolo Pascual. Tribute daw ito sa Manila by Night ni Ishmael Bernal at Jaguar ni Lino Brocka. Maganda kaya ito? Hmm..

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