It's the keys

It's 4 o' clock in the morning and I couldn't get in the apartment because I forgot to keys. So this is what I did, I went inside a cafe and wrote a blog telling you people bout' my untimely predicament. I still have 2 hours to go before Mai finally wakes up and by that time I'd be looking like a washed-out primitive caveman. She'd then be asking where have I been again, and I'd say like, just here and there and swearing to mother nature for her to stop scrutinizing and let me sleep. Hopefully Stephen, that conceited jerk (hahaha) won't be visiting today (because it's already morning) so that I won't be waking up to the sound of a lame-a** comment bout' how horrid I look, because by then, I'd be really craving to knock all his teeth.

So here I am, writing. . . . after get tumbled and kicked in Warcraft and had just have about enough of it. : ) The only consolation I had for missing sleep was that I was able to bully Stephen in NBA Live(the same could not be said for JP, who turned Yao and the rest of my Rockets into Hershey's and swallowed them). So yeah, what do I do now? I don't have my flashdrive with me, and I'm basically a walking shirt and shorts with a few bills on the pocket. Time to figure it out.

Oh yeah, one more forest keeper in my beast deck and it'll be hairy enough to trample just about any offensive decks out there, except Muds. In Stephen's words, his deck is "Halimaw" - any level 8 monster would feel like peeing at the sight of Chimeratech (that sh*tty card!)

shallowness

when the comelec said "indelible", they really meant it down to the last detail. It's been a week and a half since I voted, still the mark on my finger showed no sign of fading. The damn ink's still stuck on my nails like it had been with me since birth. Three years ago, i had the ink for only four days. . . it was a short four days. I could show it off without fear that someone might mistake my hand for a body part hammered by a giant rock. So maybe i was exaggerating and there are millions of Filipinos like myself who are in the same predicament, but who cares . . . THIS IS NOT THEIR FINGER!

Last night was a useless drag. There i was lying on my bed when i found myself sweating. Sure it was hot and i was thirsty. Nevertheless, the lazy overbearing me, wouldn't allow itself to stand up and satisy itself. So i just lied there and tolerated everything that mr. atmosphere unleashed on me. . . . that was until i started hallucinating after a cold glass of cola on a hot, dry desert. My mouth began tense and I quickly stood up and headed for the ref. Of course there was no cola, only orange juice. So i got myself a glass of cold water and did not think twice NOT putting the juice powder unto it (i hate orange juice). Then i went to bed.