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Sunday, May 13, 2007
the legend of Rock Shrank

Qatar was a blast. the place so reminded me about Dubai 15 years ago (with a bit of an upgrade), and i wanted to never leave. I always thought i would want to be in Dubai forever but now Im thinking of another place i could go and stay in...
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we stayed with the Bruals, a family friend, who had a little boy named xyron. (seriously. his sister's name is Xyza. cool eh?) anyway, Xyron has an imaginary friend named Rock Shrank. The entire duration of our stay there, i hung out with these kids and i got to know Rock shrank a little better. This entry is dedicated to Xyron and his friend.
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Rock Shrank is around 7 years old. he is made out of lava and lives in one of the volcanoes in the sun called Plutozhi. Plutozhi is one of the minor volcanoes on the Sun's surface, and one of the few populated ones. The main characteristic of this place is that it does not emit yellow or orange flames, but blue flame. This volcano is also so small it is inside a villa on the sun. So there is a villa, and inside the villa, you can find Plutozhi.
 
Rock Shrank has a dad named Punis. Punis's occupation is to fight off aliens. We also have to note herethat Rock Shrank's family, although living in outerspace are not aliens, but ghosts. Anyway, his dad has a car which is a Pissan Ergotonomy- I guess that is one of the latest models of the Pissan brand. Rock Shrank's mom's name is Alpo. I think she's pretty strict since she does not let him drive his own car. He also has a sister named Runus who is very small. They are all bald.
 
This ghost boy made out of lava is one of the fasterest (Xyron's vocab) swimmers out there. Although he is made out of something hot, he withstands the water by putting on a special suit that covers his hands. JUST HIS HANDS. anyway, he met xyron on his visit to earth and immediately befriended him. He is currently staying at one of the cupboards in the kitchen at the Brual's residence.
 
I called him buddy once and Xyron told me that Rock Shrank does not like being called buddy. He also does not like the word 'cool' but prefers people who speak to him to use the word 'blue'. he grows every 100 days if he consistently plays. If he doesnt play enough, he doesnt grow. He twenty fingers and four arms (i dont know how to do the math) and lvoes to sit on Xyza's lap, with or without permission. He gets a salary by going to school and his hobby includes a very popular human past time which is 'poopoo gas' making. he will be going back to space on the 20th of May after which he will come back to visit on Xyron's birthday.
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it is very interesting how kid's imagination can fluourish and develop as you keep encouraging them. Everytime i spoke to Xyron about his friend, he kept coming up with new things... though sometimes inconsistent, but his story and the world that he created was solid in his mind. He knew that we knew he was just kidding and that we were just encouraging him to keep going. but its amazing how creative one can be at such a young age. I dont remember anyone encouraging me about the stories in my mind when i was young. all i remember is that i should keep quiet infront of adults unless spoken to...
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off the topic... men are scum. take it or leave it.

Saturday, May 12, 2007
life

full of surprises that are hard to ignore.

cant be too happy.

everything has a catch.

you have to be street smart

or you lose yourself, your identity, your soul.

you lose your self esteem.. your vibe... your will...

im swallowed by all this nonsense trying to make it... to survive... to get what i want...

but nobody wants to give me anything without hanging on to the strings...

i want to compromise... but i dont want to...

torn...

ripped apart...

worthless.

Thursday, May 10, 2007
woahoawoahoa

i bet you couldnt pronounce that.
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its the weekend.
im going.
thats it.
im just going to qatar....
 
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so... im not doing much today. just packing. i would be absent for quite some time but ill do my best to post about the trip. last time i went away i never got back to blogging. i would hate that.
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anyway, i watched harlem globe trotters last night. it was fun. they were funny. my sides ached. im not a big fan of basketball but i like cheering... i mean i like to cheer... that is to scream my lungs out and clap... not just at games, but at shows and at friends (especially when they embarass themselves. lol).
 
so i was with my parents, and three friends, one of them being mr friend with benefits. some parts of the show were corny but over all it was clean fun. and maybe i was with big basketball fans which is why i enjoyed it. there was a lot of totally cool moves ('totally cool'... man i sound like one of those highschool girls) and out of this world ('out of this world?!' what is happening to me?! ican't find my adjectives!) slam dunks...
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im not really good at making reviews which is why i sound like this.
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heniway, nothing much up... i think mr table tennis guy hasnt read this so wooohoo to me! lol
however that only means he's not interested...
dang it!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007
compte en français

i am uncontrollably sleepy.
 
i slept at two in the morning wondering whether i should work on some things or not. and because of too much wondering i ended up accomplishing nothing. I woke up as early as my alarm clock, took a shower and got ready for work. couldnt sleep in the car because of the radio blaring and we chanced to come accross a church friend whose car broke down. So i wasnt used to having a lot of people in the car in the morning so i didnt sleep. When i got to work, i only had 30 minutes and although i made the most of it, it just wasnt enough.
So im half asleep infront of the computer doing my best to organize my thoughts, trying hard not to drift off to Nod...
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sometimes we do something stupid like announce a crush to the whole world or pick your nose in public. my previous entry was done when i was a bit drugged... which is why im a mixture of self pity, confusion and arrogance. so im a bit worried that the person involved has read teh damn thing and will start thinkng that im a bit coo coo.. which is true.. but i am also a bit interesting... and i can count in french... :p
 
une deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix...
poof!
 

Tuesday, May 08, 2007
user friendly

i need to get this out of my system before my system explodes and goes haywire.
...
 
but then again i changed my mind.
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nobody really visits my friendster profile. i get a visitor stat of about 50 a month, even less. but because of a recent picture of me hugging a good looking 15 year old kid that doesnt even look like he's anything below 20, my visitor stats suddenly shot up to above 100 in less than 3 days.
 
iba talaga ang nagagawa ng chismis. :)
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i got a text message the other day from a guy i barely see and talk to around 3 in the morning. He was apologizing for sounding 'mayabang' (proud? im not good at translations) during our brief exchange of carbon dioxide earlier that day. He claims he really isnt that and i shouldnt think he is that at all. and ofcourse there is that 'hehehehe' in the end. :p
 
I remember talking to a friend of mine about the guy because he saw me talking to him that day. We both agreed that he was 'gwapo' (hehehe). I will not deny that he is good looking but its just that i probably do not see enough of him to really care.
 
I replied and told him he was corny and that i didnt really notice that he was 'mayabang' when we were talking. and i probably mentioned something stupid that i really dont remember... something about table tennis and stuff.
 
So he replied agian at 2 in the morning, agreeing that he is corny and that we should play table tennis.
 
And that got me... i had to smile and let the 'kilig' wash over me. I am not a hypocrite to deny that i have a crush on this guy. He is cute and athletic (we played table tennis once and he has a 12 year old racket that is sooo cool) and he seems nice. but he has a gf (why are ALL guys unavailable? seriously...) and we have to keep our distances because people like him do not mingle with people like me unless...
 
unless...
 
ofcourse i did something stupid and replied and maybe, i flirted a little...
 
he didnt text me the following night...
 
so i sent him a message the following morning and told him i was actually expecting an SMS at two in the morning...
 
but silence ensued.
 
i had other things occuppying my mind that day like work, classes and paranoia dilemma. but on my way home, he sent me a message asking about a website and i replied... and we kept texting for more than an hour... enjoyed every minute of it. got on to YM, chatted for about an hour... enjoyed every minute of it... exchanged good nights, and slept with a smile on my pathetic face.
 
he still texted me something at 3 am about good trees and good persons...
 
i texted back with a stupid quote about God leading us to one another because we were both crazy... or  something like that.
 
but seriously! people like him do not mingle with people like me...
 
let me talk about my insecurities for a while... i have never been the person strangers strike a conversation with at parties or gatherings. i am usually the one sitting on the armchair in the corner with a cup in her hand trying her best not to fall asleep... i am not that interesting to look at. although i am noticeably tall, i am over all plain. Although once someone does strike a conversation with me, i am charming interesting and delightful (o really?!) unless of course they are looking to get laid... i have a cousin who is so beautiful, people stop to stare at her. and chances are when people (im not close to) do talk to me, it is because they want to get close to this cousin of mine... or they want a favor...
 
this guy describes himself as over all 'praning'- meticulous when it comes to details within details. he tinkers with metadata and technology which i guess is a + + since i am quite a techie myself. He claims he does not sleep because he thinks too much about these things, curiousity robbing him of fatigue.
 
In some ways, i am a bit 'praning' too. but only when it comes to people. Its just that I dont like getting disappointed. As a matter of fact, i dwell on disappointments too much. I have close friends who do not know me well because i just dont talk. I do not sleep thinking about the people around me... about individuals who are starting to get close... should i let them in and let them get to know me? do they really want to get to know me?... coz it seems like everytime i try to talk, i find out that they're not really listening...
 
i had the same kind of relationship with my 'friend with benefits'. when he told me that we share so much that we knew one another enough to understand and accept the differences... my mistake was i believed him and i let him in... but in the end, he disappointed me... i was wrong to assume that he was really speaking the truth- that we had a connection... but he said that how he treats me now is how he treated me then... so i guess, there was really nothing there... and whatever connection i might have felt was caused by some static due to excited electrolytes in the air or raging hormones...
 
im not supposing that mr 12year-old-table tennis-racket might be interested in me... in my dreams, i am hoping that he is... but reality bites like the summer heat (53 degrees out here!) and you lay out the facts that there is no way that would be possible... not because I am not his type (goodness knows what his type is) or that he has a girlfriend (crushes happen all the time) but because these things never happen to me... and you just reach a point that you have to quit hoping that it will.
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im serious that only a few ever gets this far to reading my entries... even my friends who tell me that i never talk do not read my blog... ofcourse there is paolo, who mentioned my blog during his blogdrop who i think will always be an exception to anything... :)
 
but i gotta say, you have to let it out even if there is no audience... it doesnt matter if the tree fell and no one heard that it did... what matters is that it fell...
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***so... pao, i changed ping pong to table tennis... hehehehe
hehehehe.
im giggling
 

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