Someday I Can Afford A Vuitton

This image is from garancedore.fr and I just had to post it here on my blog because of that leather! Man! I wonder how that feels! And it's a Vuitton for crying out loud! Sigh. If only money grew on trees.

Through The Brownout

Due to lower levels of water we, Kagay-anons, get our supply of taken-for-granted electricity the city has been dealt with the unfortunate mass brownout that I recently discovered can able to rotate. Everyone had their fair share of complaints not being able to do even the most domestic tasks because of the power interruption that lasted for six hours. Sometimes even more. Obviously, one of those poor souls is me.

It started, as I can recall, during early March where I was loaded with a lot of requirements to finish off the semester at school. I depended most of the time of my computer especially the internet when all of a sudden, like a bubble, the power was off. Every time someone says brownout I can always hear the shutting down of the refrigerator as it had the loudest sound. I would complain for hours until the electricity came back and then complain some more when the lights were turned on. I was infuriated that this thing happened everyday and the fact that it would last whole summer long made me want to dance for rain. And that's not a small thing 'coz I don't know that dance!

I got used to it eventually though I do get pissed from time to time. Then something surprising happened yesterday that I hope will continue forever and ever: there was no power interruption! Yay! Finally! I overheard on my neighbors' radio that there would be no brownout from that day on but I don't quite believe that story, yet.

Today, I was preparing for the brownout patiently when I realized that everything was on. Sneaky. What happened to the mass brownout everybody was already getting used to? Not that I'm complaining but it did have some good to it. Every time the interruption...err... interrupted, I did tasks that I wouldn't have done 'coz I'd be too lazy to do them because of nonstop consuming of precious energy for the internet and music and I would actually think about all the things that happened to my life and reflect. I know that its cheesy but I really do reflect and, as cheesy as it may sound, evaluate my life and prioritize. It's safe to say that the brownouts made me a better person in some way.

Now that it may not occur anytime soon I dreaded it. Will I have more time for chores and myself like I used to when the brownouts happened? Will I go back to my old self as the person who took electricity for granted? Possibly.

I learned a lot of things about myself, finished the chores and had silence in this loud urban jungle. I hope that everyone in the city of Cagayan de Oro did too.

Crazy Summer Boy

Before summer even began I already contemplated on what I would do during the brief vacation after months of sleepless nights, trauma and suffering that is nicknamed 'school'. I dreaded that summer would come actually, which eventually did. I'm still dreading the weeks to come before enrollment. Why? Well, let's just say that at this time of the year I'm completely blank and sweating while being blank because of the heat and nothing to do and-- whatever! I'm completely out of interest on any other things except being obsessed on what to do this summer and asking myself if I'm enjoying the experience or not. I'm going crazy. The house arrest is driving me to slit my wrist just for fun and the pain. 'Coz you know, they say the pain is the fun part... Okay, I totally made that up. I don't know. I'm just really bored.

I admit that I'm not trying hard to finding a summer job because I don't know where to look and I'm a lazy ass daydreamer. I am. No, really. While summer classes sound great(oh yeah, totally) I can't be bothered on waking up early due to staying up late surfing the internet and watching the DVD boxset of Friends Season 4. I am so not gonna be worrying about grades this time! I'm gonna relax and fly to an imaginary place where a hammock is floating on a calm blue sea. Dreamy. I even quit my gym membership because I really don't feel the people there. I think I'm coming back next month though. I think. Maybe.

So I decided that I'm gonna read more books to improve my writing which I'm not doing. I always swear tomorrow I'm gonna do it but... SIGH. I'm so hoping I could get my wish for this summer to come already so that I could practice and that would be fun for like a week but who cares? I'm having fun! Oh! And a relationship? I could be in one. But who? Argh! I hate this! Find me a partner, will you?

Complete Idiotic Garbage Nonsense

I'm super excited for a certain item I'm not going to tell you because I might not get it. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so excited that I have a hard time sleeping imagining myself holding and using it. You probably guessed what it is or not. But rest assured, you won't probably care anyway. I just really have to blog about it 'coz"
1. I'm super excited like literally that I-- wait, didn't I just say I was excited?
2. I needed to post something new for my blog. And
3. I'm hungry. Uhmm... not relevant.

Get Me Out Of Here!

That's it! I now officially reached my highest boiling point! I don't care if the person I will talk about in another episode of Joulo Visabella's life will read this because I think that person needs to know that I'm not happy about him!

Rewind from Black Saturday:

My sister and I were expecting my cousin from Palawan whose going to board with us 'temporarily' for his business. I didn't really feel any connection ever since I got up from bed still not quite awake to meet him. To be fair, I've only met this guy for the first time since my siblings and I aren't really close to my fathers relatives.

The thing is, I'm not used to strangers in the house. I really hate it when there are other people in my house because I feel that my space is being invaded and that I can't do stuff I'm comfortable with with them around. Not especially when those strangers call my home their own too.

First of all, this pesky human being (pardon me for using these words, I'm just really annoyed) doesn't fo anything in the house! Oh wait, he does! He surfs the internet for hours and just lazes around the house while obviously, the house needs a makeover! Argh! I hate that! Whenever I watch television he watches it with me! Dude, come on! Jeez!

His cooking! Blah! He's supposed to be an HRM graduate but I don't like his cooking. Not that he cooks a lot 'coz I recall him doing that only twice and that was eggs and hotdog. Damn it! I need something to calm me.

Watch this space!

No, I'm Not A Drunkard.

It's been a while since my last post and as obvious as it might sound, a lot of things has happened. Over the time of my absence I would say that not only things have changed, but also me. Okay, seems like I have a lot of stories to tell but I'm gonna summarize this in one word: VICES. Yup, vices. I'm not saying I'm proud of them(which is kinda what it would seem since I wrote it here), I'm just sharing. Nope, not bragging(why the hell would I?).

Before I couldn't stand drinking(alcohol) because of the taste but now, hanging out with friends who don't hesitate an open bar(clubs, sometimes. Not those nasty clubs, perv! Y'know, like, Pulse. Pulse is a club, right?!) would seem like so disrespectful for me not to hop in their activities. Not that I'm blaming them or anything! I do refuse to gulp a shot sometimes. SOMETIMES. I found out that my past of judging people who drink, especially women, was hypocritical, immature and ignorant. Come on, there's nothing wrong with drinking(even in excess. Don't burn me.), it's a group activity wherein you engage in the spirit of friendship and camaraderie.

Actually, the more I drink the more I realize it's purpose. It's not about getting wasted and intoxicating your insides till you lose your consciousness, it's about hanging out with peers and talk. It's like a ritual really, after you eat dinner(LUNCH too), you drink up. It's fun! I would know, I've tried it. Way too many times.

I know, I sound like a kid who just discovered the wonders of alcoholic beverages, an ignorant misguided lost teenager and a home-schooled freak(yep, I was home-schooled) but I really have nothing interesting to write about and I've been itching to update my blog like, weeks ago. I've been too busy to PRACTICE(honing) my writing capabilities. That is, if I have any. Really.

I'm gonna keep this short since I'm not really in the writing mood today.

P.S. I'm not drunk.