Lola says, 'natural lang naman umutot hah... '

... and ever since these infamous words which echoed all throughout my childhood, I had already made up my mind AND my body that there is NOTHING wrong with farting!

I really do not understand why some people find it crass or tactless to talk about farting, or worst yet ACTUALLY passing gas... utot-ing... letting ur ass burp... releasing a sound blaster steam (what ever you may call it.) Okay maybe I do know why people don't like the topic. Haha, the more fuel I need to keep typing along with this post.

Gross? Well, get over it... you probably farted right this second...But like my Lola said, it is only natural to let your ass groan. AND do not ewww me, you fart!

Oh you don't? Then burn in hell you liar!

I'm sure you have been in a situation where you really had to burst and bust out a nice ass ripper, but you were freaking stuck in a room full of people!

AGHH, the horror of it all! You start farting internally, the kind where your stomach grumbles cause of the gas accumulated. It even comes to the point where you are too paranoid to open ur mouth, much less laugh cause your afraid you might release a stinky one through your breath.

Shet noh? Tangina! Hassle Tsong!

But then you find a really nice excuse to get yourself out of the room, then you go ALL OUT!... Whew, what a fucking relief! Haaay, and who says farting is wrong?

Just be happy that I am talking about something you sorta' want to tell your friends about, but you're not sure of how they would react... or you're just waaaay too embarrassed to talk about it, so you never bring it up.

Just think of this as some kinda social deviance and moral awakening...

Farting:

It's neither good nor bad.

Farting is a fact... It shouldn't be taboo.

Farting is necessary.

Never hold it in, you'll die...

So next time you think of farting, just give a nice little grin and relax your bubble butt.

It's okay.

*puuuuuffff

jackass

... all i want is a stress free sembreak.. sleep... sleep (yes i repeated it)... beach... eat... get fit... get drunk... make love... cook... hang out with my siblings... be with sofronio... get together with my friends... write... act... dance...

... hmmm, i was going to write about jackass the movie but I guess I got off track... ah well

Today

... is a shitty day. not really feeling well and my house is a freakin' mental institution. everyone is acting like little brat... haaaay.

first of... have a terrible cold and eyes are super stingy... damn contact lenses.

my bro making my sister cry, HELLO?! 25 years old and still acting like a 12 year old bully...

everyone arguing about when we are packing and actually moving our asses off to the new apartment we got... I don't understand why they cannot pack their own shit and let me handle my stuff... ERGH.

I got a huge stomach.

Rony hates me.

*sigh* ah well, let me be optimistic and avoid having to have a nervous breakdown, bwahaha...

-drei

Japanese + Italian = Exotic  

Good friend Andrea... Abercrombie Material damn... and she was my prom date senior year, I'd turn straight for her! 

Pampanga's Best Indeed...

October 17-18

Was the first one to finish my stupid Law final--- because I had this adrenaline rush of writing down all the knowledge accumulated in my head before I forget!... but no, I wish I did, but uhh nothing was registering in my already embolus clotten brain.

So I was feeling kinda shitty about that and I sooo I was thinking I needed a break from the hell I have been put through (which ofcourse I partly blame myself for having). A bunch of BlueReppers were going to Fontana for the weekend. So I decided to go... sooo implusive... so spur of the moment...

So off to Pampanga I went...

let me just say that it was awesome as a sunny heavenly escape that my body was looking for.

first a nice day trip with rolls, pom, and me at the backseat, while gabs drove and mahar entertaining us with his non-stop stories about every subject that was brought up!

got to fontana (compliments of Berts Pamintuan and May, the UST girlfriend)... kool ass villa.

then the sisig and baby back ribs... food trip na todo!!!!

went to the water park... haha mega pose and project sa camera ni mahar. then ofcourse like the kool people that we were, after our photoshoot some other freaks were copying us... what can i say... haaay (hehe JK).

got back to the place (on copanhagen street, *sniff I remember the suburbs in Jersey*)

tired. sinuses acting up. missing sofronio...

after dinner here came the drinks... mixed all of 'em... we got the works going... vodka, gin, brandy and a lot of yosification!

laugh trips all the way and sexy dance moves to kakki's pirated CDs...

then we got too loud... poor berts had to drive the loudest people out (included are: gabs, pom, cha, and me) around angeles city... smoked a joint... haha i wish.

got back mga 2... sat around with pom, cha, rolls and gabs... food trip! and then kwento... drank some more boracay (a Pinoy version of Bailey's mixed by yours trully with credit to my good friend Saree from UST).

finally was feeling sleepy... stuck it out in the maid's quarters... (pretty cozy i should say).

woke up... had lunch at Bert's... went back to manila...

AWESOME!

can't wait for the pictures... how was your weekend?

the flying eggplant vs. corned beef crap

hmm i wanted the title to have nothin to do with my entry! bwahahaha.

really quick...

went to greenbelt to watch a diesel fashion show at temple. got invited by joshua tiu... the visionary owner of Zong in the Fort...

anyhoo... joshua did a good job modeling with the matching pout and poise (seeing that what was being shown off was eyewear) todo project as in modelong modelo ang dating... fun fun fun.

but the crowd, my gosh... so not my level... think pretentious (some) up and coming socialites... all of a sudden my days of old came back to me... eating isaw, drinking bear, laughing out loud, finding a tree to pee on, singing eraserhead songs, dancing in the rain...

what was i doing there?

oh yeah, i was on the guest list bwahahaha...

*i was with my bubu all the time... hihi... nice... i love you Sofie...

dad?

you came in the dark of night
my heart pounding
no shred of light

your claws slid down
caressing my body
as i laid down chained with uncertainty

you punctured deep my soul
taking my innocence
my humanity you stole

touch me not...

should i have screamed?
should i have told?
now a tainted child

afraid to know
the evil that came
a ghost of pure sorrow
death its wings
a flesh from childhood

snatched away in pain...

my soul sinks
shame buried deep
trapped forever in memory

I should have screamed
I should have told...

TOUCH ME NOT.

a poem for a friend

2001
-drei

haha

so yeah, had two hours of sleep. just got back not long ago from school. had a 7:30 Final Examination for my German Class. *sigh* I shall miss that Ms. Velasco.

Anyway I wasn't gonna talk about that...

So here I am checking my email... then remembered it IS October... that means Halloween.

I remember my first trick or treating experience in Jersey. I was supposed to be a rockstar with my then close friend Russell Bailey. But then I was really fat and chunky... i had on an almost tie-dyed shirt plus really baggy black levi's curduroys with my hair really long... and, oh, nails painted black alternately--- I looked like a messed up Asian gangsta' instead.

But it was fun. Walking around Shark River Hills--- that was during Brandy and Monica's the Boy is Mine and before the whole Columbine and Monica Lewinsky thing... innocent USA.

Oh yeah and I remember some white dude grabbing my pillow case (where I put my candies--- which was almost full thank you very much)... what the hell? that bastard!

He never got it, so it was a happy ending anyway.

I was just walking down memory lane.

We should all dress up on the 30th and have a monster mash! Happy Halloween!

a message, friend

only when away
did you realize you were strong
jumbled in thoughts
breaking in songs

emotions run deep
what could have gone wrong?
Life's a bitch
but you found yourself

you stood strong.

for every tear that i saw
couldn't let myself bear it all
a flowing of the suppressed
another chance
take it all

you said you were free
i believed it was wrong
now i see a smile
now i see a butterfly

don't cage yourself
don't even say you're free
be lifted by your spirits
day by day
then slowly defy gravity.

*i missed you a lot.

... because i have nothing better to do... black and white, what a classic!  

ode to finals

tired... i think that is an understatement.

Every year the same old burn out college student case happens. By the end of the semester, several thousands of people like me almost fry their brains to the toast and drain it down our spines. Why can't we ever learn? WHY can't we be more prepared for this?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY?!!!

Because we procrastinate. We go to late night movies. Drink almost every weekend. DON't study or atleast do not study enough. Get massages instead of going to the library and mentally challenging ourselves with calculus or what not. Go online and talk to friends as if we hadn't spent time with them in school already. Talk on the phone. Taking power naps--- till the morning! Maximizing the allowable cuts in class- missing important lessons. Laughing. Eating. Breathing!!!! ARGH... BUT it's so much fun!!!!

And so the list goes on...

Ateneo utopia can never be in tune with its serious academia shitness.

Yet we still wonder... why? why?

Are you stupid or something?

Because we are lazyass mother fuckers.

Get it?

Got it.

GOOD. Now go... bounce... boink... study!

Then after all this, it's time for some Absolute Citron and Ginebra Bilog!

We whine and cry, we smoke out, get high, laugh, AND get over everything. *sigh*

NEXT semester, we go through the same exact college student on-the-brink-of-a-nervous-breakdown shit hole again.

Can I graduate already?

dessert and rony

... *sigh* 9 months went by pretty fast as in!!! had so much fun with my lovah last night. I surprised Rony and showed up at his house. i thought i wouldn't be able to make it cause i had so much shit to do for school (and i'm still working on them), but what the hell... I LOVE MY BuBu!!!!

So nice seeing him as I walk towards the driveway. Then getting to his room... he was all teary... he thought i wasn't gonna come over anymore...

Had some cake. Will and Grace. Cuddled. Had me as the cake *hint hint*. Tired and Exhausted. Fell Asleep.

Woke up to KFC and then feel asleep...

Woke up... smoked... studied... cuddled...

Haaaay...

Woke up to rain... awww... (that is Rony's favorite)

Cuddled...

Fell asleep...

Feels so good!

me wub yooo bubalooh!!!

remember the butterflies?

is it connecting with you that makes us so real
the touch of your fingertips
the way you make time stand still

on these foreign benches
the butterflies of wild
stomach churning
minds are speaking
the flick and flap
the butterflies are not for stopping

the awkward silence
a hint of your smile
the long glances
of doubt and sheer madness

an appetite for lust
controlled only by the light
yet as sun sets and dusk breaks
the butterflies go wild

a walk in the dark
the forbidden has arrived

the power of your being
instensifies with each winged flight

yet as refuge of darkness
opens to streams of blinding light
the lagoon of butterflies
crash and would soon collide

what makes us so real
brief moment so alive
or did no soul intertwining exist at all?

I'd like to think there were butterflies...

Remember?

9 MOnThS of Sofie

The Perfect Song for the PERFECT MAN

(No Doubt’s Underneath it All)

You're really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I'm really lucky
Underneath it all
You're really lovely

You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But, lately you've been trying real hard
And giving me your best
And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That I've ever had
And when it's really bad I guess it's not that bad

So many moons that we have seen
Stumbling back next to me
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better Better... better...

You are my real Prince Charmin'
Like the heat from the fire
You were always burnin'
And each time you're around
My body keeps stalin'
For your touch
Your kisses and your sweet romancin'
There's an underside to you
That so many adore
Aside from your temper
Everything else secure
You're good for me, baby
Oh that, I'm sure
Over and over again I want more

I love you Bubu… 9 months…

It’s nice relieving all our firsts…

Thanks for everything you brought into my life…

I asked for my own pianist…

… And I got YOU… that’s more than I wanted baby…

(I’m pregnant)

HoneyLiPs

You and I Both Love

... your hands play the rhythm that echoes cries of a thousand ghosts...

screaming...

proclaiming...

haunting me with your crimson love...

Who you callin' a Ditz?

Andrei's dictionary of terms

ditz n. Slang A scatterbrained or eccentric person.
[Back-formation from ditsy.]

My friend Geegee (the Karen-of-my-Life, you know Will and Grace?... I am Jack, *que fun!) has recently posted something on my tag board that kept me up all night and gave me nightmares of Legally Blonde 1 and 2!

"... it's funny how these thoughts come to you even if you can look like such a ditz."

Now should I dye my hair streaks of golden yellow, wear pink, talk like some valley girl, and carry around a gay humping chihuahua? Hmmm tempting... but not [yet] bwahaha!

When you really think about it, being called a ditz [a term I associate with dumb girls saying ohmyGawd as if it was one word and slow Southern boys who care about their cars and rims and yo man I had sex with this girl... and I still have my mother give me a shower] isn't too bad. It's like I'm really some kind of genius beneath my exterior dumbass persona and verbal tactlesness. I love it!

*que fun [my Bubu's expression]... I love you Sofie MWAH! Nine months tomorrow baby!

Lose Yourself

Let the rain pour and run through our bodies
Releasing inner joys long suppressed
Get undressed

Naked in flesh
Walls no longer exist
See the beauty of the innocent you
Longer is there a desire to relinquish inhibitions

Of hopeless thoughts
Of thousand deaths
Of friends losing grip

Transparent horizon
Hands stretched onto the heavens
Trapped forever in a dance
With every step
A friendship's test

Entranced in the escape this moment longs for
Water on feet
Yet like those dreams in sleep

Flying. Flying.

Release my soul from the labyrinth
Unchain the fire
Let my own dragon breathe
Intertwine with the cold...

Lose Yourself.

How it's gonna be

Where I should be right at this moment: Comm15 Class

Where am I: Not in class

Why: Because I told myself that I am my own god and time does not exist and that it is utterly ridiculous to schedule a class at 10:30 when I'm not even ready to go to school yet!

Whew. I think I said that in one breath.

Thinking right now: "Somehow I'm still not convinced that cutting class was necessary nor did my reasons constitute a valid excuse."

Fuck.

The only thing that sucks about college: Attending classes that only drains out your brain cells right through the spinal cord.

What to do: Eat a banana and shower.