daily ramblings of a 20-something yuppie who wants to be a bum. nonsense babbles about working, missing college, basketball, the seattle storm and life in general.

2/26/2004

A- Age: 21
B- Boyfriend: none
C- Chore you hate: i don't like washing the dishes.
D- Dad's name: devil pig. seriously, jomar ata ang pangalan niya. si jake kasi jomar jr. so baka nga jomar ang pangalan ng creature na ito.
E- essential make up item: wala kahit ano.
F- favourite actress: renee, zhang ziyi
G- gold or silver: white gold
H- hometown: hinigaran, negros occidental
I- instruments you play: guitar
j- job title: student
K- Kids: basta mabait okay na. :)
L- Living arrangements: sometimes with THE FAMILY, sometimes with the spectrum analyzers and oscilloscopes.
M- Mom's name: Mila
N- number of people u've slept with: ahahahaha! loko to a.
O- overnight hospital stays: used to have these a lot of times when i was younger. lalo na nung grade school ako. meron pang time 1 month akong di nakapasok sa school.
P- Phobia: acrophobia, claustrophobia, arachnophobia
Q- quote you like: sorry can't remember anything. sabogers ang utak ko ngayon.
R- regular drink: COKE!
S- secret crush: secret nga eh bakit ko naman ipopost dito
T- time you wake up: 7am pag weekdays, 12noon pag weekends na walang pasok
U- unique habit: inventing all kinds of words. hehe. ang kulit ko kanina. fantasterific...fantabulous! ots ots, ekek, chuvanelles.
V- vegetable you refuse to eat: AMPALAYA is the enemy.
W- worst habit: tamad, ma pride, pikon minsan. lakas mambara. :) dami pala. sus.
X- X-rays uve had: chest, foot
Y- yummy food you make: sorry i can't cook unless yummy para sa inyo ang hotdog, pancit canton at other instant chuvanelles.
Z- zodiac sign: aries.

I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen
It's unkind, but
If I met you in a scissor fight,
I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone, principle alone.

Hey, megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clear or yourself
baby and
Step down, step down, step down.

If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes so you could see
That all of us are heaven sent
And there was never meant to be only one, to be only one.

chorus

You're no Jesus
You're no Elvis
You're no Jesus
You're no Jesus
You're no Elvis
You're no answer.

Step down, step down, step down, step down, hey.

--Megalomaniac, Incubus

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