D’Arvit!

[i swear, i ain't swearing. french connection uk. i love their designs. i wanna make a new layout, and i'll have "fcuk! fcuk! fcuk!" written as header. LoL. no one's laughing.]

I hate it when guys refer to girls as “chicks”. I mean, wtf?! Chicks for chrissake, are nothing but teeny-tiny helpless feathered beings. They couldn’t fly, they’ve got no brains, and they couldn’t defend themselves. Sure, they’re cute… But that’s the point: CHICKS are… well… JUST THAT: chicks. It pains me that members of the opposite sex still use this term of blatant chauvinism to refer to us females. I hate it. I hate it when they all scream out loud:

“Pare, mang-CHICKS tayo!“ Putragis.

It’s so annoying. NO, it’s WORSE than that:

It’s DEGRADING.

Every time a guy calls a girl a chick–GIRLS, LISTEN UP–this is the blunt translation of the word:

CHICK, CHICK, CHICK… You’re nothing but a little chick. You’ve got no brains. You know nothing. And I can keep you, you little cutesy thing, in my cage. And you’ve got no way out. Why? ‘Coz you’re nothing but a CHICK. You can’t fly, and I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, you cute little chick, you.

Man, I hate that.

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Almost nobody texted me today [well, the number of text messages people sent me were less than what I get every day]. Man, I’m pathetic…Why am I so enslaved by my cell phone? Why do I scramble to my feet at its every beck and call?

Tsk. I should try turning off my phone for like, say, a week. I wanna see what happens.

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It seems like my writing streak would never ever return. I couldn’t write anything decent for the past few days. Something is wrong with me. I couldn’t find my words…

For the first time in many weeks… I am so damn fcuking bored.
Nobody’s online on YM [everyone whom I was chatting with all went online--it's as if they're doing it on purpose & playing tricks on me]. I’ve read all the blogs that I could possibly read… and… nothing. There are no more websites that are left for me to visit. There are no more people that I would like to talk to. I feel restless. I don’t know what to do. I wanna go out or something. I wanna get out of here.

I miss my barkada. Bea-san’s house, though we weren’t complete.

They never go online on YM. If they ever do, they’re all invisible.
They never read blogs. They’ve never visited this blog at least. If ever one of them did, they never tag.
We don’t talk much anymore. I think Clarqxz is the only one who feels like a ka-barkada.

I miss our table days. We were in the 7th grade. There was 15 of us. Then, we dwindled into 11. Then a little later, we became 10. Then 9. Then 8.

Now, there are 7 of us.
At mornings, there’s 4 of us. Sometimes, 3.

One is gonna go to UP. Two are sure to go to ADMU. Another one will study at UST. Another one at UA&P. The “second-to-the-last” one is choosing between UP or ADMU. The last one is torn between ADMU & UST.

We definitely are gonna part ways.

Eight academic days left.
Can we still save our friendship?