I've been so lazy bones to write anything halfway decent, or even halfway amazing. Or even amusing. I was never the class clown, though i think I'm pretty funny (I was being sarcastic, to all you who snorted out loud---and to Honey& flemynne, I've got my usual line for you: "I AM FUNNIER THAN RG, GODDAMIT!!!").

Weather has been cold ehre, with the occasional rains, which makes Christmastime feel like June, July, or even October, only this time with lanterns. filipinos never fail to throw Christmas in your face. In spite of the recession, seeing the malls literally bursting with holiday-cheer people is a good reason for my raised eyebrows (in confusion). It occured to me just how resilient filipinos are. I guess we're all so used to all the possible blows we're continually faced with, and a patriotic me says that it's great to be able to bend under the storm, get our feet wet and smile when the sun finally shines.

this morning some loser snatched the cellphone right off the hand of the lady standing right next to me at the stop. The lady just looked at her empty hand, shrugged and said "About time someone stole my phone; I was wondering what was taking so long."

And who can tell me what the FUCK Medel thinks he's doing? Politics...ah, what a complicated woman politics is. Or more like a dirty goat.

But still, no matter, tomorrow's another day and it's another day closer to seeing my Jul !!!

goodtimes.

So instead, I'm listening to 3 Libras.
Saturday, December 8 2001 : 12.02 am

okay now. listen everyone. kala is serious, now. The reaason why i write this is because of the simple fact that i had dream all about john malkovich's teeth. those wonderfully crooked teeth. what a dream! and what more he was speaking in tagalog, my native tongue, and over our coffee we were discussing beautiful topics all of which i have forgotten but it doesnt matter.

needless to say, it was a dream with all the dreamlike components. i have insomnia, so falling into a deep slumber at 9.30 in the evening of a lazy friday was pure H.E.A.V.E.N. plus john m.? AH BLUE SKIES GREEN GRASS HAPPY COWS

the only problem is that my phone jarred me awake. i'm thinking "keep calm, im sure this phone call is an emergency, of dire importance, will improve my sense of being in a dramatically drastic way for the better...", clinging on to mental fragments of my dream, i answered the phone with high hopes.

"Hello?"

"KALA!!! ARE YOU WATCHING SURVIVOR??? THEY VOTED KELLY OFF!!! WHAT A BITCH TH---"

S E X Y ! ! !
Friday, December 7, 2001 : 02:54 p.m.

At the Window | A la Fenetre
Friday | 11302001 | : 02:10p.m.

By Paul ELUARD

"I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was a time when my friends laughed at me. I was not the master of my words. A certain indifference. I have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because i had nothing to say. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.

There was time when I seemed to understand nothing. My chains floated on the water.

All my desires are born of my dreams. And i have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not youch the flesh of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that that nothing could attempt to convince me of error."

Okay
Tuesday, November 27, 2001 : 05:13 p.m.

My Father says Okay when he's too bored to comment or answer your questions.

this morning I asked him if he had keys to the house.

"Okay," was his answer.

"Okay. Bye!" I said.

You forget
Wednesday, November 21, 2001 : 10:13 a.m.

You forget that I'm also just a girl too, you know