Archive for March, 2008

Nothing’s Left

…not even right.

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Let the picture talk.

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Ring, Ring, Ring

“Hello, welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline.”

If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.
If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.
If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the Mother Ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are phobic, don’t press anything.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fiddle with the * key until a representative comes on the line.
If you are depressed, it doesn’t matter which number you press. No one will answer.
If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, post code, phone number, email address, date of birth, nationality, and mother’s maiden name.
If you have bipolar disorder, please leave message after the beep, or before the beep, or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.
If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.
If you are delusional and occasionally hallucinate, please be aware that the thing you are holding on the side of your head is alive and about to bite off your ear.
If you have short term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short term memory loss, press 9.

If you have low self esteem, please hang up now. All our operators are too busy to talk to you.



Life is short.

It Won’t Be Long

It’s March.

For the past weeks, many things have happened. Three group activities now over, two majors almost done, a hiking/swimming field trip to Banahaw, some 8-minute flash reports zoomed in 1 hour, the USC elections’ campaign and other usual controversies just ended (started?), my laptop getting infected by a virus and all other things senseless enough to be mentioned here happened in just a span of approximately twenty days.

All of them, wiped out by a sole cup of coffee with some blockmates. A million laughs thrown, just because of that Bb. Pilipinas World winner’s answer being imitated by a seemingly professional Melanie Marquez quoted friend. Not to mention that comic relief inflicted by some serious-looking meanie imitating another blockmate’s childish voice.

Three hundred million molecules of saliva went flying in the cold atmosphere of Coffee Bean, just around six ‘o clock in the evening. There’s nothing to do but to sit there and fix the WiFi connection of someone else’s laptop, while looking out for some funny antics done by Robinson’s Manila frequenters and some other passers-by.

Soon, something will happen again. Oh by the way, don’t you think it’s unusual for me to post at this time of day? Thanks to that transport strike, we do not have classes today. Feels great. Lolz.

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