happy noises

homelessness is depressing. i sometimes wonder how one ends up alone and wandering aimelessly on the streets. dami last night, and to think it's cold. i would shiver during the jeepney ride back home, paano pa kaya sila out there?
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at times i'm certain of the idea/thought that i have a home already, but, at times that too is shaken..gelo will never become my home.. this i know..cuz he puts me in such a foul when all else seems fine..(or is it that we argue too much?)
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that time of the month..weeh!
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yesterday, all other banks could not read our atm cards, hasslefeck kaau. robinson's banking system should do something.
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we finally had real dinner at pepe's. i had pesto crusted chicken, my 5 year old had baby back ribs. sobrang happy to be out of fast food.  and it was a rainy night, so everything seemed spectacular and we have a weekend to look forward to.
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cebu! this weekend.

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butterfly gave me two bottles of calgon. i gave the smaller bottle to sar. the guys thought it smelled nice. 

and, everyone, well, almost told me i looked nice today. pinakabongga would be jeremy's comment. "kagwapa cmu subong." wukits. maybe purple suits me.  lol.

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i just might try garage sale. everyone is selling their wares. might sell some of my stuff. ayan.
miko: anhun mo things mo?
raen: ebalegya balegya geng.
miko: ano gamiton mo?
raen: magshopping puro bag-o.
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bwaha. bitaw.
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"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time."

--1950-07-07

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath