Action: an act of will; a thing done

Hello! The Earth needs urgent intervention. People are dying. Animals are suffocating in flames and praying for help under huge knives. Ecosystems are dying.

What about me?! My self esteem is dying. I am useless... I feel useless. Thank you for the wake up call. I don't watch too much of these news in order not to get scattered. I hate the world hopeless. If the cells in the body felt too damn small and stopped whatever in their mentality is called "action", I would start dying officially. Sigh.

I need a brand new friend. I need an energy drink. I am already stuck in this coffeeplace and going out means to swallow lots of sun (mainit kasi masyado), and coming back in with an energy drink means something inappropriate.

What people do when they feel like stirring it up? I guess they listen to Barangay LsFm to get into the right mood.

Stir it up, little darling stir it up. . .

What am I? What am I?. .

Yeah. . . You really got me now. . . You got me so I don't know what I'm doing. .


nabobored ako !!! anu ba yan aga aga kasi eh twagan ko na siya ahaha pulubi walang load

Under the Influence

Today, I had a bath, washed my hair, brushed my teeth, half cleaned the bathroom, half cleaned the kitchen (need to do the floor), did my hair, and bought a bottle of  juice, a packet of fags and some crumpets. Whilst saying I'm proud of my achievements is a bit of an overstatement (is that a word?), I am glad that I did it. And a bottle of juice later, I've sent a text to a guy who I am supposed to be seeing, actually two texts. And guess what? Neither have received a reply. I know I did my disappearing act, but if he isn't interested anymore then he should say so. I mean I am craving social interaction and if he doesn't want to provide it there is balding Tuesday's date with destiny. I know I'm a lil' tipsy (unfortunately it takes more than a bottle of juice to get me dhappy), but tomorrow's option is looking more inevitable. I know it's probably not right for me, but I want some fun. Ooooooh what to do? I wish I could claw back the texts, however it's a pointless wish. What's done is done. I'll have to live with it. Rejection is a bitch. Black Keys give me some comfort please or at least some reassurance that I'm not alone.