aspirations --- sky's the limit.

i am an aspiring zombie.

i am an aspiring vampire.

i am an aspiring radio killer.

i am an aspiring CREEPER.

HAHA!!

TALK TO ME!!

you make me smile.

how ironic. the banana portrays exactly how i feel. =) haha, okay maybe not. my feelings are probably a tad more intricate. however, i AM happy.

sigh... God works in mysterious ways.

you ...

... are simply amazing. <3

on another note, im standing in front of friendly's ordering an icecream sundae in my spyder jacket... oh, and not to mention basketball shorts. (very bad judgement on my part, you think??)

hmm, i get nostalgic when i wear bball shorts in the winter... (although, it's technically not winter yet. winter solstice is december 21. lol. but uhhh, nevertheless, it's cold as shit.) ... and doing so reminds me of when i used to play bball for st. matthew's. sigh! my irretrievable youth. lol. it's okay. i'm still young. ;D. especially at heart... and did you guys know that i work for doc arm? a woman who never ages. she's fuckin timeless. lol. she gives me great hope for the future. oh, but not like obama "hope".

anyway!

mmm, fruit sorbet --- a duo of strawberry and orange sorbets to be exact... topped with whipped cream, mandarin oranges, and a single cherry. something i've never ordered nor thought of ordering in my entire life... yet it was the first picture i saw in the dessert menu. lol. im so adventurous.

why so sweet?

what? i think i did a good job portraying the joker. lol.

what's funny is that i didn't even intend on participating in the cupcake social contest. i just wanted a freakin' joker cupcake. lol. is that so much to ask for? what's even funnier is that all the girls were making cutesy cupcakes like pikachu, hearts, and shit. then mine was like JOKER. i had fun though chillen with ni and crisanto. good shit. tata.




ps - i must watch this video ten times a day. therefore, today i posted that as my comment on his youtube page. I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE SUCH A STRANGE AFFINITY TOWARDS THIS VIDEO. it's my opium.

"she gave me a wink, i winked back. and then, i think that..."

hmmm.

.. and it's all part of the game,
it's just the same old thing with a different name.

straight up

last month... that is, before obama was elected president, i was in the cac student center with lou and phil. the weirdest shit happened: phil went to go throw away his trash. hahhaha, ok... that's not the EXACT incident. let me continue, please.. shit, can a woman talk?? ok, well...

the opening of the trash can (uh, ok, its not a trash can... not a trash bin... wtf? you know.. that garbage disposal contraption-esque type of deal?) is a swinging panel that reads "trash only". as that panel swung back and forth, the emitting sound resembled the beginning medley of paula abdul's straight up.

dead up.


*edit --- receptacle.. thanks, critantso.

oh? happy birthday, dad..

im at in the cut waiting for khalil to finish cuttin phil's hair... so i decided to blog while waiting. hmm, nothing serious nor intellectual. just some dumb convo's i *personally* find worth being memorable. hahah.

patient: i just went to mexico. there are a lot of "gallopers".
me in my head: wtf is a gallopper? like a fuckn horse?
doc arm: aw, that must have been nice.. i don't golf though...
me in my head: DAMN... he definitely said golfers...crazy filipinos...

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me: damn, phil ... this place is ghetto as hell..
phil: wait, is there a liquor store?
me in my head: he probably wants to drink tonight..
me: uh, i don't think so-- oh wait there! *spotted across the street* why?
phil: oh that explains it.. usually a place isn't ghetto unless it has a liquor store around..

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btw, its my dad's bday today. maybe i should email the dude..

Oh yeh ps - yesterday I told phil to look up "how to pop" on youtube... hmm.. Tell me why he started watching videos on popping pimples...GAG.. Fuckin grossest shit ever... W..T...F...

UNCONDITIONAL.

i fucking love my best friend.
seriously, i couldn't ask for more IN a friend.
he has been there for me through everything,
and will always be there for me through anything...

PHIL COCO, YOU'RE THE MAN.

search this blog, and you'll find a pleasant surprise.

low standards,
but high expectations.

insomnia

loquacious.





haha, see the irony?