Goodbye 6-hour sleep!

My body clock is messed up. I just had my semestral break and I kept on waking up around 6:00 am. F.U. Body Clock! What's wrong with you? I gave you weeks to get back to sleeping like a sloth but you waste it! You waste it bigtime! And what will you do to me in the coming days/months? Stress me by waking up lunchtime? How about waking me up an hour before my class?

Tomorrow, I'll officially start my 4th Year College - Second Semester.

4th Year College - 2nd semester looks promising.
Promising to give me no sleep, irregular food intakes & (the never absent/never late/perfect attendance/gained loyalty award) humongous stress!

Goodbye 6 hours of sleep. Hello Mr. Optimus Eye Bag. Been a while.

You're Mongolian?

"Mongolian same with Chinese?' Over and over question.
"No." For the nth time.

Away from the thick smoke and noise pollution in the Metro, we went to our province for All Soul's/Saint's Day. We had a family friend who was with us through the whole short vacation. He was born in Mongolia and lived there for 19 years. I share the same age and I.Q. with him. LOL. I'll call him 'A' here. He is intelligent and quick! He speaks English well, his Tagalog is making progress though he doesn't speak Chinese.

Our conversations were NON-SERIOUS.

A: Do you know Bugoy?
Supahman: The singer? He's Filipino. Why?
A: He is a good singer. I heard his songs.
Supahman: I don't like his songs and majority of Filipino songs. I like Western songs more.
A: Racist!
Supahman: You're racist! You don't eat Sinigang na Isaw on sticks!
A: That's not even food!

A: Do you know Amado Hernandez?
Supahman: Yes! He's a painter!
A: No. No. He's a poet. A Filipino poet.
Supahman: I just said poet. Clean your ears.
A: He writes Tagalog poems and uses Tagalog words that you yourself won't even understand. Our teacher asked us to memorize one of his poems. It goes like 'Sa la-gas na dahowng nasabit sa tinikkk' See? *scratches head* Lagas na dahon?
Supahman: Yeah!? What The H is lagas na dahon!?
Cousin: Fallen leaves?
Supahman: I wasn't serious.

I was doing this hand sign to my mom to suggest 'Switch place with the person in front of her.'
A: *frustrated* Oh my! You kids are spoiled!
Supahman: No, I'm not. I was just respectfully asking my mom to do something for me. It's an exchange for doing the dishes in our house at QC.
A: You're spoiled.
Supahman: I'm not a kid.

Supahman: A! Bring my brother's psp at home. *hands psp*
A: Okay. I'll just leave this in the middle of the road.
Supahman: *Give-me-a-second-for-my-rebuttal smug*

While I was texting my co-officers, he saw 'Sending Scarlet-Name of Officer.' [Scarlet refers to my organization]
A: Is Scarlet your girlfriend?
Supahman: Yes. She's cool and hot.
A: Figuratively?
Supahman: Jokingly.

Dad: Do you eat this(points at Paella)?
A: Yes.
Dad: Red meat?
A: Ah, yes.
Brother: This one(Spring rolls)?
A: Yes. I actually eat anything and everything..except humans.
Supahman: High5!

Series of *&%$#^)! Events

October 31. 3:00AM. We left Metro Manila while the rain decided to act like an angry woman on period.

October 31. 4:30AM. SHELL-SLEX: The rain matured to a Hurricane-The Really Strong Wind. The sight was devastatingly scary. Fallen trees, branches and a huge 'Welcome!' sign were lying on the road, a car accident near the toll gate and our car (while passing slowly through SLEX) was pushed few inches to the left by Hurricane-The Really Strong Wind. I was rolling my arms and silently singing 'Uh-huh! Push it! Push it baby!'

The temperature inside and outside the car was negative degrees Celsius. I was wearing two thick jackets under one shirt and I wanted to make ice candy right then and there.

October 31. 8:00AM 'Roll the window up' -Dad on repeat. I wanted Toby to sniff some fresh air since he looks nauseated. He has this I-want-to-vomit-but-the-seat-case-looks-expensively-new-so-roll-the-freakin'-window-down look.

October 31. 11:00AM I accidentally slept on my Grandpa's bed. Hi irregular sleeping and deep eye bags! Selling you would make me filthy rich in an instant.

October 31. 7:00PM. I, with my cousin, were falling in line to be a 'Registered Voter.' 'Registered Voter' sounds nice but the long crappy line wasn't.

October 31. 8:30PM. Are we there yet?

October 31. 9:00PM. Ma, fall in line for us!

October 31. 10:10 PM. We were filling the registration form.
Supahtired: Where do we live?
Cousin: I'm not sure with the number but the street is blah-blah street.
Supahtired: Okay, let's just guess the number. 168 is lucky.
My mom/the whole family pushed us to do the whole registration stuff in our province because extended family members will run for office.

October 31. 11:25PM. I think our names won't be called. Let's ditch this. There's a Wowowee chaos, people are shouting 'UNFAIR! THERE'S NO FAIRNESS IN THIS WORLD' to the Comelec officers, young kids are clapping for mockery and I'm getting pissed with the scene.

October 31. 11:50PM. No call for My-Surname. We (those who were able to pass the registration forms) we're told to wait for the news tomorrow.

November 1. 12:30PM We just got back from legal coconut hoarding then my mom's cellphone started ringing.

November 1. 12:45PM WTF. WTF. WTF. Our house in Quezon City was robbed. One neighbor called my Mom. My mom was panicky while on the phone asking for details and shiz. My dad and brother were silent but looks really worried. Toby was licking his balls. I rolled tissues, played with it and threw it in the ayer.

November 1. 2:30PM Everyone experienced late lunch.

November 2. 8:00PM Back to Quezon City. Drumroll: Our room and my parents' room looked insanely robbed. Cash, Mom's few jewelries and 2 cellphones were gone.

Homemade Ecstasy 3

One Saturday night, I was itching to get drunk though no one was available to drink with so I decided to get drunk alone.

Supahman: Why not test ze alcohol tolerance, too?
Superspidey: Nice idea.
Toby: Wooof! [Translation: Fcukin' schizo.]

I had with me..
Always-Open The Bar
That-Extra Grenadine
Sprite *cricket sounds*
Mineral Water *more cricket sounds*
Chips & Chips Delight
My-Life-Would-Suck-Without-You Cookies

ALMOST finished the whole bottle of The Bar until I grabbed the nearest trash can and greeted Mr. Vomit a polite hello. I felt warm; vomiting feels weirdly fine. I was actually grinning while vomiting. It's hard, you know?

I TOLD myself that after the last drop of liquor, I would call someone and tell something importantly nice. But I can't even dial a single digit at that time.

Weird: I was drinking on my brother's bed and I guess I fell asleep there but I woke up 5am lying on my bed! HOW DID I GET THERE? Simple. I was unconscious maybe around 11pm onwards and someone instructed/pushed/dragged me to my bed (mom? brother? schizo self?). And if I were on a different place, I could've been molested but enjoyed it.

Cool experience. Will repeat this with company. With perevert-less company, for safety purposes. LOL

Homemade Ecstasy 2

Homemade Smoooooores!

Just collect
! Marshmallows of any kind.
! Graham Crackers
! Hershey's Chocs/Local Flat Tops/Any Chocolate that can be inserted between 2 crackers (But not Chocnut)

! Stick/Chopstick/Silver Fork

If you have 'em all, pray first then do the ritual burning:

Burn mallows!

I did my mallow-roasting one at a time since I can't camp outside our house and burn logs and shit. I used our stove..or probably cigarette lighter can be an alternative (roasting might just take years).

Stuff one burned mallow and one choc between 2 crackers and you're done!

Like this:

Better photo:

[Photo 1, 2, 4 from Yahoo!]

Melting chocolates and marshmallows taste really A-W-E-S-O-M-E.

Complete your life, make your own smores!

Homemade Ecstasy 1

Day after my Mom's birthday, I had a brilliant lip smacking idea:

To make a Banana-Or-Mango-Or-Manana Crepe from the party leftovers (not literally leftovers). So here is Mi Manana Mrepe! Ngo.Ngo.

Ingredients:
Green Ice Cream from the celebration.
Sliced mangoes (unused excess mangoes from California Maki)
Banana placed in the middle of the dining table.
Chocolate syrup from the lowest spot of the refrigerator.
Strawberry syrup from the lowest spot of the refrigerator, near the Chocolate syrup.
Local cookies..but Chips Ahoy would be better. Much better.

Procedure:
1. MIX EVERYTHING/EFFORTLESSLY PUT EVERYTHING ON THE PLATE! (Don't forget to peel the banana first)
2. Let your dad/mom/brother taste it! Just taste. Give them a teaspoonful and not the whole plate.
3. Then merrily eat everything! And make this 'Nom Nom Nom Nom!' sound loudly to attract envy.

Photo of Success:

This is not porridge nor mushroom soup top with chocolate chip cookies.

Plato Says

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."


On the other hand, Work ethic not from Plato but from Tumblr:

Please bless me with number 9.