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Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
7:32 pm - bamby benedicto, cpa & donna morro, cpa
My friend and I made it! We received the news late yesterday and I still can't get over the feeling. It's uncanny! It's almost unreal! Now we can officially affix the long awaited three-letter acronym after our names. God is great! =D




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Tuesday, November 6th, 2007
10:37 am - Daughter quotes (super touching)!!

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter.  In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.  ~Joseph Addison
-Awww. soo true right?

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar to a gorilla.  ~Jim Bishop
-Ahihihi. Talaga ba? Hmm.. Dunno yet baka pag big na si Pippay. Lets see.

A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.  ~Author Unknown
-Awww ulit! Never ever will my babe outgrow mine!

A mother's treasure is her daughter.  ~Catherine Pulsifer
-This, I'm sure! Im soo excited for her to grow na!

A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend.  ~Author Unknown
-Sweet.. She is already, by now.. My little happiness!

How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters!  Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all.  They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.  ~John Gay
-OH! Nako lagot.. Ahihi sana hindi mana sakin pagnagdalaga..

Mothers and daughters are closest, when daughters become mothers.  ~Author Unknown
-Korek. Im experiencing this as of the moment..

If you would have a good wife, marry one who has been a good daughter.  ~Thomas Fuller
-Like me, of course, hihihi.. contradicts with my answer two questions b4 this..

A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.  ~Author Unknown
-Yup! Especially when you first take a look at her when she's newly born.. Awww.. You'll have some amazing flashbacks of your life.. Like, happy ka and at the same time scared for her.. Its a big, scary, crazy world to be born into..

Many a man wishes he were strong enough to tear a telephone book in half - especially if he has a teenage daughter.  ~Guy Lombardo
-Haha. This, i swear, my Daddy and I went through! Grabe away namin nyan!!

He that would the daughter win, must with the mother first begin.  ~English Proverb
-Good luck little guys!! Mga future suitors ni Pipz, behold thy mother! Strict ako, I guess..

Any astronomer can predict with absolute accuracy just where every star in the universe will be at 11.30 tonight.  He can make no such prediction about his teenage daughter.  ~James T. Adams
-However... Kawawang mga astronomers.. =)

A daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self.  ~Author Unknown
-Yea! Kampihan ito!! Its true! The same sa household namin dati, panu four girls kami versus two boys! Hihihi.. Fun times talga b4 when we were kids..

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.  ~Oscar Wilde
-Hahahahah! This, i gotta see pa..

The mother-daughter relationship is the most complex.  ~Wynonna Judd
-Really.. Gosh.. Biting nails.. I guess so, judging the way i behave around my mom!!

What the daughter does, the mother did.  ~Jewish Proverb
-Really now!!! Hihihihihi... History repeats itself.  Hopefully not my history diba!! Iba iba tayong story please! =)

My eleven year old daughter mopes around the house all day waiting for her breasts to grow.  ~Bill Cosby
-Exaggg. Anyway, I used to be like this. Like, I cant wait to be dalaga na.. Now I want to go back to bein young. Weird ko diba?

Ability is what will get you to the top if the boss has no daughter.  ~Author Unknown
-Gets?? HAhaha.. Talga.. Mga guys talaga maabilidad..

And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
~Ambrose Philips
-I was shocked to my toenails in my early adolescence when i realized i am the spitting image of my mom!!! dati, nasusuka ako jokingly.. Pero ngayon ayos na.. okay lang.. hehehe..

Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter's mouth.  ~Victoria Secunda
-I have yet to experience this..

A father is always making his baby into a little woman.  And when she is a woman he turns her back again.  ~Enid Bagnold
-Awwwwwwwwww... Touched ako. My dad is really like this. Nakow. Sobrang strict sya.

Daughters are like flowers, they fill the world with beauty, and sometimes attract pests.  ~Author Unknown
-Hehehehe. Bastus. Kwawang guys..

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage.  A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.  ~Garrison Keillor
-Pippay matuto ka nyan! So that youll have yer daddy eatin at the palm of yer hand dba!!

And mothers are their daughters' role model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all their relationships.  ~Victoria Secunda
-OMG, really?? Naku, dapat talaga role model material ako!! Hihihi..

A father is available to help his daughter balance both her love and her anger toward her mother, to moderate the inevitable emotional extremes in the intense mother-daughter equation.  With Daddy's steadying influence daughters can learn to be comfortable with healthy anger, rather than feeling that they must be eternal good girls who must at all costs conceal it.  ~Victoria Secunda
-Yes i think. Grabe din kami magaway ng mama ko eh b4 eh..

We've begun to raise daughters more like sons, but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.  ~Gloria Steinem
-Yea!! Woman power.. Heheh, I think si Pong raised like a daughter sya.. No kidding! I mean alam mo yun di sya lagi pinapayagan dati..

Every mother hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did, and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did.  ~Martin Andersen-Nexö
-THE BEST ITO... =)

Suddenly, through birthing a daughter, a woman finds herself face to face not only with an infant, a little girl, a woman-to-be, but also with her own unresolved conflicts from the past and her hopes and dreams for the future.... As though experiencing an earthquake, mothers of daughters may find their lives shifted, their deep feelings unearthed, the balance struck in all relationships once again off kilter.  ~Elizabeth Debold and Idelisse Malave
-This is what Im talking about kanina.. As in mixed talaga ang emotions.. With all the obstacles I have been through, I sometimes get scared for my daughter..

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.  ~Gloria Naylor
-NAKAKAIYAK naman ito.. I miss my old man a great deal at times too!

A father... knows exactly what those boys at the mall have in their depraved little minds because he once owned such a depraved little mind himself.  In fact, if he thinks enough about the plans that he used to have for young girls, the father not only will support his wife in keeping their daughter home but he might even run over to the mall and have a few of those boys arrested.  ~Bill Cosby

-Bill Cosby the best! This explains as much. =)

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Thursday, February 15th, 2007
12:48 am - i tag ARLETTE, RAHNA, WILANNE KAREN, KUYA PATRICK, VALOISA & JIGGY ! ! !

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.

so here goes:

1. My feet are always dirty. I refuse to wear "chinelas" since I was a kid which drives my parents crazy! I like the feel of the cold, hard floor on my bare feet that's why.

2. My Siamese cat sleeps beside me every night.

3. I have two tall shelves full of books! I started collecting since age eight. They're variations of gifts from my mom and grandma from the US. But most are bought by me, yours truly.

4. I watch every sensible thing that's on TV. Even films depicting war...

5. I like wearing skirts than old regular jeans. Coz I'm short and jeans make me look stubby!

6. I can last three hours straight on the phone, talk-a-thon.

7. I used to join beauty contests! Gag me.

8. I loooove FISH CRACKERS forever! Fish crackers in the moviehouse, fish crackers in the school cafeteria, fish crackers even in my room. One time I broke my teeth eating fish crackers.. And also, I pour coffee in my rice in the mornings. 

9. I am the one who religiously clips my boyfriend's humongous toenails away..

10. I'M JUST A NERD WHO CAN'T STOP BEING A NERD!!! My fingers automatically tap away in any calculator they land on! Sheesh.. 

                                                                         

                                                                                      tagged by: LANCE JACINTO

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Thursday, February 1st, 2007
5:31 pm - What's Up With Your Fake Life?

Sometimes with all the craziness in the world, I sink down the floor and stare in nothingness. I get up and decide that just maybe, the internet will provide me a little therapy. So I Googled some stuff and tweaked Friendster--hoping to see something new. I'm half hoping to find that some other people are sharing the same misery as me or half that some are actually being truly happy at the moment.

Well, some are happy. And quite obviously, some are only pretending to be. I don't get the reason why people pretend to be okay when in reality nothing about them is okay.. They put on fake smiles and phony 'People-should-be-jealous-of-me-coz-I'm-happy' profiles. They irritate me. I frantically click my mouse over to get out of that page. I guess it happens to you too--that freaky irritating feeling when you know someone's lying.. We all know that some people just FAKE IT.. And to even rub the fakeness in your face. I just wish I know why.

I admire people who are the real deal. People who need not shout "My-life-is-a-stupid-mess' or 'I-don't-have-a-way-out-of-this-one' lines... Some people just tell the world how seriously down they are at the time. And a little later on, you'll find them okay.. REAL-ly okay.

Sure sometimes we mess up. It happens to me too. I realize sometime that 'hey I guess I screwed up today'--but so what?! Everyone makes mistakes. So next time you bump into me, I'm expecting you to tell me the truth.

Are you really okay?

    

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Sunday, December 17th, 2006
8:33 am - First day of work

                                                     

So I got a job.. As an accountant at Chinabank Corporation. Everyone in my family's really psyched about it. I mean my Dad got all sweet and suddenly hugs me out of nowhere to remind everyone that "Working girl na ang baby ko." We even went out today to buy working clothes, shoes, bags and such.. It's pretty exciting.

And now I'm feeling all jittery. There will be lots of people to meet and things to learn. And I am very willing to do all of that. I'm still a reviewee so I guess it'll be a little tough. Oh, but I laugh in the face of challenge.. Ha! People were saying it will be hard work and I'll have to put in extra effort for this to work..

So watch me.

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Friday, December 1st, 2006
7:57 am - To my surprise

 Look what I found infront of our lawn tonight. This unbelievable delicious block of Cadbury carefully lay there totally unconcealed. I warily picked it up, half knowing it was mine. And glanced around the silent neighborhood a bit. Nobody there..

The littlest white piece of note was stuck to its back flap. And you can probably already read what it said..

current mood: surprised

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12:01 am - What typhoon??
 PiG OUT!

My ate took me, Jen, Elleryn, Ronnie and Pong out to pizza today. We went shopping for clothes first and then retired at the Yellow Cab to grab our usual "Pepperonny" party-size.

Pong was sporting this totally goofy grin all day long. I was feeling uneasy on the other hand. At one point he got misty-eyed again, but then I nudged him to check out this totally cute Abercrombie shirt. Now is not the time for him to be in one of his so-called moments. He can never resist A&F. Haha. "I saw something too that you'd definitely like." He said to me. "I'm buying it, and I hope you'd take it."

And he knows too well I hate surprises.

 

 

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Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006
3:36 am - Christmas knocks

After a looong Makati day yesterday, I was tired stiff and beat. I almost dodged my girl friendship day with Coleen if only she hadn't had the heart to actually remind/nag me.

I helped type her resume (boringgg) and ate huge pancakes made by her mom who I love to bits. In the middle of the afternoon, Pong called my cellphone. He wanted to meet and join us. Coleen was giving me the "look". And then Pong called her house.

And so she nudged me to go meet him. First, I called Pong's mom to tell her not to worry because Pong and I are coming home together. I also told her how depressed her son is. Pong never had the courage to approach anybody. Only Coleen. And me. 

He was again, looking as crestfallen as ever. His eyes were obviously sore from crying. "Saan ka galing," I asked him.

"Dito lang sa mall naglakad lakad mag-isa," He barely whispered. He took me to eat dinner at a Chinese restaurant where we usually dine in together in the not-so-long-ago past. Sappy Elvis Presley Christmas songs played in the background. "Andami kong naaalala."

I gently took both of his manly calloused hands and spoke to him as lightly as possible. "Pong, kailangan mong matuto mabuhay ng wala na ako.."

"Ayoko! Ayoko!" Tears immediately sprung in his expressive Fernandez eyes. People turned to look at us. The decorative Christmas lights kept on glowing above. I felt a sudden wave of explainable sadness.

How quickly time flies by. How quickly people change. And God can too help Pong heal his broken heart.

If only he'd give Him all its pieces...  

 

 

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Monday, November 13th, 2006
9:32 am - Breakup Diaries
Okay. So after the BIG breakup, all the secrets came pouring out.

Pong's closest friends are suddenly telling me silly things about the girl he goofed off with. How she's so goddamn unpretty. How she's sooo trying hard to communicate in English. "Bam kakaiba talaga yung kapangitan niya in person. Hindi mo kakayanin," one of his girl friends told me. She was in fits of hysterical laughter. "Kamukha ni Cynthia Patag, wrong grammar pa!"

Even Pong convinces me so. Everytime I see him on our streets (he's my long time neighbor), he's nothing but crying. But I wanted us both to remain only friends. Our youth tells me that we have so many people to meet, so many places to go to. I wanted him to go on with his life, yearn and learn. And after everything that happened between us, I have shown him my ultimate mercy still. For the sake of our friendship.

"Sasakalin ko siya kapag nakita ko siya sa mall!" He told me. I can't help but snicker at the sudden mental image of him throttling the girl at the mall (the girl in question wearing Cynthia Patag's famous gigantic bow from her Palibhasa Lalaki days of course!). Harsh.

Just this morning Pong was seriously in tears again. "Bam ang sakit! Ikakamatay ko to! Hindi ko kakayanin," He said to me, all macho-ness begone. Our common friends forgot all the hatred and turned pitiful towards him. "Hinukay nya kasi sarili niyang libingan," They tsk tsk-ed.

I wanted to help him battle depression the way lots of people helped me. He's been my friend for nineteen years after all! But how can I?

If the very object of his depression is ME.

current mood: worried

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Sunday, November 12th, 2006
3:34 am - What am I to do with you NOW?


My exboyfriend Pong is sad.

He says he just woke up one day and he wanted to bash his head unto his bed railings right then and there. He doesn't understand what he feels. Just that he wanted to talk to me and know what's been going on with my life.

He claims he truly wanted to stop goofing with the girl for good. He says he can never love her--the exact words are 'someone like her'. I cringed. He was telling me weird tales of how she was and I let him. In telling the story, he was releasing all the anger, the self-pity and despair. He cried and cried. For everything that was his, and now were gone.

I was sad for him too. He was young and wanted to experiment with things. He may have woken up one day, feeling the radical change in him. He sensed he missed somebody.

And so he realized it at last. That who he was missing most was no other than the one he left behind, shut off from the rest of the world since last September. The one who rightfully loves and everyone loves back...

Himself.     

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3:00 am - This jerk, my jerk
 
My newest best boy bud (who we'll hide in the pronoun 'him') came home earlier than expected. My messenger went off earlier than expected too and I so wanted badly to talk to him. Coleen told me to take things out in the open. Spill my heart out.
 
"Miss kita ah," He bawled when he called. He was drunk. Again! And all he kept on asking is how I was. And about my ex, Pong, too occasionally. But Pong is never the issue. Get him out of the picture! After a few minutes of cheap gossip, he was already snoring. Ha, so much for spilling my heart out.
 
It was three in the morning, I settled myself on the couch, down with heavy blankets and throw pillows, the phone gently cushioned on my shoulder to ear. I slept with him, his now manly snores nestling me off to my dreams. Too bad we can't really kick this weird habit. Sleeping on the phone is sooo... highschool. ;-)
 
 
 


 

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Thursday, November 9th, 2006
4:50 am - Friends, are what we all are
I came home at around eight in the morning, too tired to do just about anything. And the phone rang. It was my exboyfriend, Pong.

He paid me a visit while there I was looking groggy, petting our Siamese cat Sasha. And there wasn't even the slightest trace of change in him. He looks exactly like the last time we saw each other. Nineteen long years of friendship, and two years of love.

"How have you been?" I was genuinely smiling as I ask. He was busy shuffling his feet from underneath. He wasn't even looking at me. He claims he does look, when I'm not looking. I've heard that line too many times.

I know what this visit's obvious reasons were. But I cannot let it happen. Even when he told me he still loves me. I have to lay down my cards and tell him (Pong) exactly what I had told him* too. No boyfriends for me right now. I cannot risk getting upset all over again.

This, he understood. Thank goodness. If it's meant to be, it's bound to happen.

So whoever's out there who's really the right one for me will come.
My time will come. ;-)

current mood: calm

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Wednesday, November 8th, 2006
10:35 am - Two year commercial break
I really don't have any problems. No, none at all. Except those which I make for myself. I am sooo goddamn stupid sometimes. And my friends tolerate me so. I can't bear hurting anyone. Its just not the way I am.

I was shattered and in despair, I am the one who called him*. Not any other person, just him. After years of abandonment, depriving him even of friendship--he should have shunned me from his life as any normal person would do. But he did not. Instead, he was very willing to help me battle depression. Late night calls and stolen meetings, that's the way we were for a month now.

And suddenly, I was quickly recovering. And he should return his life the way it was. I said to him, FORGET ME. I cannot complicate your life further. I am a godforsaken woman. I therefore conclude. The gods must be crazy to charter my life as it was.

And for a minute there, I thought I was alone. But he relented, he called. He can never forget me. As never can I. And I accepted it fully. If he wants to be here for me, who am I to push him away?

I am not a godforsaken woman. He's with me. All the time.

current mood: bitchy
current music: gitara ~parokya ni edgar

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Sunday, November 5th, 2006
9:01 am - Parting is never so easy
The date was October 23rd. The time was nearing midnight. The board exam results came out. And Bamby didn't make the list.

She was currently sitting with who used to be the love of her life, Pong, inside the Fernandez residence. Everyone else was sound asleep.

Pong was distraught. Trying to hold the remnants of their life together, he tried to console her. He was sorry for all the things he did. For all the pain he caused her. For almost ruining her life when for two years he did love her so well.

Bamby wasn't hearing a thing. Everything had been a blur. One minute she had been his only princess and the next thing she knew, he's ruining his life. He almost took her down the drain with him. After all the plans. After all the promises..

"Hindi ko siya mahal," Pong was telling her over and over again. "Ikaw lang ang mahal ko. Naglaro ako at nagkamali. Hindi ko sinasadya. Hindi ko kayang iwan mo ako Bam."

But she was numb to the pain. He hugged her thin frame. He hurt her, he hurt himself. "Babalik ako sayo Bam. Tanggapin mo naman ako." And the silence of his girlfriend's tears told him as much. It was never going to happen.

They walked halfway their own street where she lived at one end and he on the other. Like they always do forever. This is where they played as children, this is where they kissed as lovers. They are never to forget it.

One last hug was all it took. The Ciudad Real air hung as if time really did stop for a while. She said goodbye a long long time ago. He was crying and so was she. They couldn't let each other go. But they should, and they did.

The next morning Bamby found his letter:
"Bam sorry. Lahat ng pangako ko sayo gagawin ko Bam para lang sayo. Sana mapatawad mo ako at sana balikan mo pa ako. Mahal na mahal kita Bamby ko."

But truthfully and more sadly, some doors are meant never to be opened again.

Ever.

current mood: remembering
current music: this love ~maroon 5

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Thursday, November 2nd, 2006
5:03 pm - Survival

The deafening sound of silence rang in my ears  as I roam and roam pitifully around my house in  the dead of the night, unable to sleep.

 

One and a half months since my fairytale  boyfriend, Pong, showed his true colors and left  me for another girl. Not surprisingly then, I  miserably failed my board exams to top it all  off--and still I am the limp, frail figure with a  shock of long unkempt brown hair wandering  aimlessly. Sad thoughts swimming in my head.

 

He* was away for the day, gone to pay respects  for the departed. And I was feeling more alone  than ever.

 

My messenger beeped:

 


him: hoy

me: hoy ka rin

him: yabang

him: musta

me: payat.. gutom

him: kain ka madami

him: ok?

him: sinong kachat mo??

me: dalawang lalaki, isang bakla

him: haha

me: ikaw

him: ikaw lang

me: wehh

me: where have you been?

him: dalaw deds

me: haha. how are you naman?

him: im okay 'naman'

me: haha

him: how about you 'naman'?

me: im feeling lonely.

him: nandito na ako

me: kaya nga  

me: thanks.

him: (sending me a picture of a goofy monkey)

me: anu yan?

him: unggoy.

me: hahaha. you make me laugh

him: tawagan kita?

him: ayaw mo ba ako kausapin?

him: busy ka ata sa mga ka-chat mo

me: hindi. binaliwala ko na sila

him: kasi andito na ako

me: sabi mo e

him: how are you?

me: payat nga

him: seksi

him: maputi

me: wat.

him: haha

me: call me?

him: when you sign out

him: huy huy sign out na

me: okay.


 

I gave the blue glow of my computer screen a  rare smile before I shut it off. And just as always  he put me to sleep until five in the morning. Like  no one else can ever do.

 

Just what is it that will heal a totally broken  heart? It is not just some other guy. It is the  company of people who always will remind you  just how much loved you really are..

 



*Name protected; cannot be revealed. Terms of  privacy.



current mood: melancholy

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Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
5:23 am - Out with you

He took me to see his place for the very first time and I was completely blown away with what I saw. The place was downright gorgeous. Splashes of red and black. My mind was absolutely spinning. Everything so masculine, everything him.

He then took me out to ride somewhere far away where no one would recognize us. He pointed me places we knew from before and some that I've never been to. We parked somewhere and walked and walked and ate. I was like a different person, seeing the two of us together. Seeing him now, equipped with so much wisdom. The feeling was old but at the same time new to me. It was definitely not happiness in its entirety--but what? Justice? It was odd.

When we got home I said to him, "You did everything for me today. Thank you." Came the endless thank you's.

"Why did you?" I can't help but ask. "Just so I would be sure never to forget you again?"

His reply had been short and simple. "I just wanted to make you, even only for a short while... happy."

And I never really got to tell him this, but inside I am. I really am.



current mood: nostalgic

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Monday, October 30th, 2006
5:00 am

It's so weird the day I decided to speak to Him again. We were suddenly friends and the amazing thing was, he was ready to help me with my ordeal. We agreed that nothing should ever evolve between us, our friendship is what matters most. I am just glad that someone very familiar to me would be willing to listen.

The healing process is about to be complete. And maybe, just maybe, my life is finally back in one piece.



current mood: lonely

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Sunday, October 29th, 2006
4:57 am - Saturday like any other
My friends Coycoy and Mac together with their good wives and kids took me to the mall til nighttime. We didn't do anything remotely fun. Only hung out together trying to be just like the way we were before when all these never happened.

When we talk and the topic reaches a soft spot, I turn away. They would avoid my eyes at all cost and this would cause awkwardness between us. Despite, I felt truly grateful for these people.

They are always, always around.

I know.

current mood: touched

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Monday, October 2nd, 2006
12:39 pm - who's bored?
i know i dont have a right to be bored. two weeks til my board exams and i have nuthin to say but that im bored. time to pick up pieces of my life! get going lazy ass!

current mood: sore

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Saturday, March 25th, 2006
9:32 am - bam=bum
To my dear journal,

Five exact days after my graduation rites, I was wayyyyy bored. Pong is not to arrive til 3:00pm plus I've monstrously eaten 6 lumpias alive and my tummy says more, more, more! Can I not spend my last summer vacation ever without being such a total pig? Honestly, I could do better if I just sleep my life away as my cat does.

Three letters came to me (via snail & e-mail) from the human resource department of three companies. Two banks and a real estate agency. One is actually very tempting. But, I'm in no mood to prance all the way to Makati and do interviews. Not yet..

..Til I figure out what to do with my life.

Five exact days after my graduation rites and I'm a resident bum. People have been pushing me to do what they want, when all I care about is doing what I want. And what I want is to rest til eternity--til I find myself waking up with a sudden urge to pick up where I left off and actually go look for a job or something. I'm tirrrred stiff with all the school torture--and now that I'm done with school, I don't ever want to go back. Anywhere. Maybe until I suffocate in the comforts of my home.

And hey after three months stuck sleepless in the dormitory, the girl really do deserve some peace and quiet. ;)

~Bam

current mood: angry

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