here first. until we are there.

pipe dreams and stinky dogs

have been reading people’s blogs. celebs, actually…or people who i went to school with and ended up carrying their pretty faces to the world beyond. or something like that.

i’m not sure if i want to be famous. probably because i might end up being famous for the stupidest things.

hay. i don’t want to think about the adjectives or lack thereof people could attach to my name.

the past few days have really been bobo-ification days. i swear. like yesterday (LIKE!!!), i would fall asleep at odd moments. i woke up early (is 8 early? surprised people though), but fell asleep at 10, woke up at 12… slept when i got home, then after dinner, then … woke up for carnivale….but i got to sleep kaagad.

BATUGAN ANG GAGA. if i were still teaching, i wouldn’t be surprised. because that was work, both mental and emotional —- i sound stupid right about now. but now, that nothing is really happening?

some people want it all, but i don’t want nothing all if i don’t got you… lalalala.

have been plagued by the thought of christmas gifts this year. i don’t know what to get people or how to get them anything because i don’t have the money.

that’s what’s been running through my head for the past couple of days.

i think i have to read again.

maybe after i give my little fatita a bath. she’s sleeping inside my room, but just by the door so she can pounce on kuya when he comes out of his room. have resigned myself to the fact that my own daughter (how can she not be my daughter… she’s desperate for attention…and FAT, in a cute but scary way…and she’s a half-breed) loves my brother more. hahahaha. ewan. oooh, i think she knows i’m about to give her a bath.

or she woke up because of the mandy moore song playing. you know i wonder why i’m such a snob when there is so much um…bubble gum music and stories in my life.

i like watching the apprentice. i love donald trump because of how conan makes him gago. heehee. i love conan. i love how he’s such a goofball, but he’s so tall it’s scary.

oops. my baby left me. time to give her a bath. THIS IS WHY SHE HATES ME.

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