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Another Tagalog term I’ve just learned.
I’m not used to ‘recall
my earlier post’, yet there’s one thing that I’ve just realized after
these tremendously decapitating weeks of overspending and backstabbing.
Some Average-Joe-by-Y-Not-first-liner girl of the blogosphere claims that I have ‘anterograde amnesia’. I realized—I really have.
All
thanks to Extra Joss. This energizer has burped my useful neurons into
shammies clinically. Now, I am having problems with my temporal lobe…
Please join my advocacy. SAY NO TO EXTRA JOSS.
I
just love it when female bloggers visit me. *chuckles *wink *wink.
Burp. Love it when they place my name within their posts while I’m
drinking my favorite mango Juice.
Some, well, err– just can’t stop boggling my mind.
I felt so inadequate a few hours after I finished typing my previous article for Wednesday.
I
intentionally rented a PC in a computer center nearest to an eatery
where CvSU student drunkards usually meet-and-greet-and-*toot.
I recently am trying to keep myself hidden behind the clouds–thus, the Wednesday post.
I was being convinced by *someone to cooperate with them and oblige the position as the CEGP coordinator of Cavite.
But after long weeks of obscurity, I was still found by this *someone
inside the canteen while I was blabbing about the mysteries of social
climbing and ukay-ukay get-up identification.
"I’ll meet you at your boarding house…"
I dumbfoundedly replied, "Not sure if I’ll come. Might be late…"
He persists. "I’ll make it around 7 pm…"
I
nodded as if I was not thinking religiously. Luckily I didn’t give him
a hint that our classes in Speech Communication would have a super
short orientation for the Thursday GMA7 exposure trip.
Then to
add my diversionary scheme, I expensively surfed/blogged for 4 hours
straight just to make sure *he will not catch me meddling inside our
ghost-infested apartment.
It’s dark already. I was so glad to pay a hundred pesos on the counter.
Since
our apartment is a 1-km walking-distance area from the internet center,
I walked along the roadsides towards our house, ensuring that *he would
not took notice of my evening existence in Indang.
But *he has a keen eye…
Some
brusque long-haired man 10 meters away from me loudly jumped out of the
jeep without thinking he might kill himself. It was dark, then, but his
stance is very familiar.
It’s *someone.
I had no choice… I had to talk to him–for the second freakin’ time.
OMFG… I forgot the words I supposed to type.
Sorry… my short term memory loss is tingling me…
"Hindi ko po kaya. Hindi po talaga…" is all I can remember after taking us 2 hours of cyclical dialectical communication.
Will
tell you about our Exposure Trip in GMA7 where we audienced SiS
Thursday Live telecast and Imelda Papin Episode, and Debate With Mare
and Pare soon after I put my pea-sized brain back to my medulla
oblongata.
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I’m not being Asiatic anymore. I want to change my header. Estupidormitarian.
I want to change my URL. es2pido.blogspot.com.
I’ll inform you as soon as I have finished my customization.
