Alright, I'm off to Baguio in a few hours. I'll see you guys when I get back.

Hearts to all <3

Last Sunday, at Raf's:

[Baki was throwing Medic at me. Of course, I recoil in horror.]

Raf: Grabe ka, Ely. Para kang allergic sa pagmamahal.
Baki and Corpse: [laugh at me]
Ely: Wow. I've heard that sentiment voiced so many times, but I've never actually heard it put that way.
Raf: Kaya nga ako si wordstodefine e.

Hahahahhaha.

I'm annoyed at the lack of substantial sitting around time.

That's all <3

(Knowing myself, manggugulo na naman ako mamayang gabi if things do not go according to plan!)

Well, well.

Aren't you a treat.

If I get cigarettes within this evening -- within the next 2 hours -- I swear to fucking God, I will get religion. I swear to GOD. I will turn into Mia and perform "magic tricks" at Youth for Christ meetings. I will go to church every Sunday and wear "appropriate" clothing. I will wear blue jeans to repay the universe for giving me such a ( Read more... )

Michael: You said that she shoots you down.
Buster: I was just trying to fit in.
Michael: You were flying today, buddy.
Buster: Yes, I was flying. But a little too close to the sun.
Lucille: You let him go in the sun?!
- Michael Bluth and Buster Bluth and Lucille Bluth, Arrested Development, Season 1, Episode 3: Bringing Up Buster

That line delivery... MY GOD. When Dwight goes on and on about pepper spray in the beginning of Season 3, Episode 19 of The Office, ohmygod, I died laughing.

Life? Is good.

Okay, it's the nth successive hell week. It just never ends.

Off to Tagaytay. Be back on Sunday (I think).