Yesterday was the most hassle day of my entire summer. Packed sheet (of paper).

We went swimming. My cousin's birthday celebration. The usual. Kids (including us, the ates and the kuyas) swimming and playing. Grown-ups drinking. Every thing was going smoothly. Until. My father's "wife" (I don't know if they're already married, but if they are, the duck I'll hate them for the rest of my life for not even telling me things I have every right to know.) got drunk. Very drunk to the point of hugging the toilet seat (they became closer than ever). It was really hassling for every one of us, and it was overly embarrassing for my father and also for me and my brother because of the fact that she is our "mother". To think she even has a 2-year old son to be taken care of even though the tod's got a yaya. It's perfectly fine the first time but this is not just the second time she's been like that. It's disgusting. It's embarrassing. It's annoying. It's infuriating.

Sobrang nakakahiya sa pamilya ng pinsan ko na nagpa-party.

Went home really galled by what had happened. Took a bath (again) to calm down my temperature, and to get ready for Kat's debut. My brother, Nikko, was supposed to bring me to the party. He left the house at around 5:30, and he was forcing to bring me to the party already. The ducking idiot. Why am I going to a party two and a half hours before the starting time?! Such a fish (ducking idiotic sheet-head). He left anyway and this worsen the condition of my mood. I got so angry that I went to his room and threw things that can be thrown. That was the only way to release my anger at him (and at her). Crying won't help. It'll just make me look pathetic. Well I chose to be like the big green man. I always do.

My pissed father took me to the party instead.

A friend, who was supposed to be here (makikisabay) by 6:30, arrived an hour late. This also contributed to my temperature level rise.

Thank the gods for the party. It made me forget the terrible things that had happened before it. I laughed. I danced. I sang. I enjoyed. I felt very happy for the first time of the day.

My ex texted. He said that he misses me. The duck! Apat na taon na!!! Leave me alone. Bwiset.

Nag-uumpisa nanaman akong mainis ng sobra.

My father fetched me. Annoyed, just because I wasn't at the lobby waiting for him. (I understand. Bad day for him, too.)

Home. Moods went back to being Erik Morales.








El Terible.









Pag iinom ka, siguraduhin mo na inumin mo lang yung kung gano karami ang kaya mo. Kung kaya mo, why not. Pero kung feeling mo lang eh malakas ka, umuwi ka nalang at mambwiset ng ibang tao. Wag kang KJ. Wag kang kupal. Wag kang bad vibes. Wag kang mang-hassle ng ibang tao dahil lang sa pagsuka mo at sa kung pano ka iuuwi. Kung susuka ka, dumerecho ka sa banyo. Wag yung kung saan-saan lang. Wag mong sirain yung araw ng mga taong nadamay mo. Mahiya ka.

This goes to you, you and you. (Oo, kayong tatlo.)