STOP.STARE.MURMUR

i hate it when people stare, then will be followed by murmurs with the person beside them. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. it makes me feel like i’m the one they’re talking about. i don’t give a crap though. but it makes me feel inferior. it’s like i have something on my face, etc. but who cares.

yesterday, i went on the 5:30pm service of victory christian fellowship – los baños at the vega center. yeah, the word was pretty much moving. their preaching was about miracles. yes miracles. kuya adre led the preaching. during the whole preaching period, i was smiling and smirking. this guy’s one funny man. his jokes are cheesy though. but that’s the irony of it, you still laugh at corny jokes.

after the service, i went to the Square to check if my gimmick buddies are there. and there they were. they are at the jungle java. so i joined them, exchanged stories…you know, stuff. the whole scenario was all blissful until we saw these waitresses lookin’ at us. at eto pa, it’s really fine to stare at us. i know, i know, you just can’t help but look at us. ’cause we are all glam and fab. but staring then murmuring is not a good combination. and will never be. i just want to prick the eyes of those waitresses right then and there. maybe they noticed that i’m with my fab girl friend…who’s connected (ehem, love, ehem) to the owner of the said bar and resto. i know, right. maybe the waitresses are just jealous because they’re not hot enough to be pansin by people, or at least looked at.

so off we go after we had eaten. the waitresses went our way and said thank you. then i whispered (which doesn’t sound like a whisper, i think she heard me), “PLASTIC!”.

so the bottomline here is, just don’t stare-murmur. it’s fine to stare, just don’t murmur afterwards. it’ll gonna make you look like a gossip girl/boy. oh god! i love that show. that chase guy’s so hot! roar.

Die, Pimple/Marks! Die!

i have a bad skin tone, bad skin complexion, and a bad skin texture. how worse can it get? i hate it. i hate looking at the mirror. i hate seeing my reflection. i just hate seeing myself. i used to look good (at least for me). i used to feel good about myself. but when adolescence made its way into my life, i’ve been doomed ever since. pimples popped everywhere. if you think pimples can only grow on the face, well… you’re stupid (mean!). it grows everywhere, just like mushrooms. i have a lot on my back, not on the butt but on the back-Back. i also have it on my arms. it’s all over. pimples are a nightmare. you wish it’s all a dream, but you just can’t wake up. a pinch on the groin is never a solution.

maybe i should act now. i have to increase my funds and savings to buy a more expensive pimple/pimple mark removing thingumajigs.

yeah, pimple marks. don’t be too excited if you’re noticing that your pimples are almost gone. ’cause it will always and always leave a mark. pimples love you, you know. it will always make sure that you will never forget its presence. so for you not to forget, it will leave its remainings. DEAD SKIN CELLS! i just wish they were cremated, so you could just dust ‘em off.

Who’s Viewed Me?

omg! he viewed my blogsite. baka nabasa na niya ung past entries ko about him. though i didn’t name names naman. pero kahit na. pero the hell i care naman. sige, i fell for him in the past. pero, that’s the past. saka the feeling’s gone na. i’m happy with my life.

i must say, mukha akong pathetic nung sobra ko siya nagustuhan. well, i think that’s love. at least it’s not lust na nangingibabaw. mas pathetic iyon. and i just (actually, tagal na) discovered na someone pranked him last april fool’s. can’t help but laugh at the whole scenario. he’s like, parang sunggab agad? haha. pero naawa ako sa tao. kasi pinost pa kasi.

oh well, nakita na niya. we don’t have any personal connections na naman. no worries. unless, he’s going to attend iblog4. now that’ll suck.