good, good... good, good

random thoughts before dinner:

- paull bettany is so cute (he's the guy who plays geoffrey chaucer in a knight's tale)

- i want to watch linkin park on june 16!!! (i'm a semi-closet fan: mishi and i were the linkin park pioneers in high school)

i've become so numb
i can't feel you there
i've become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
blah blah blah...

- cereal makes you full. Therefore i shall never eat it before dinner as merienda. how frustrating. i wasn't able to enjoy yayen's porkchop and bangus because i was suddenly craving for semi-soggy/semi-crunchy koko crunch.

aha. speaking of dinner, for some reason, my vocabulary consisted of only one word: good. I actually repeat the word thrice, and there's a specific way of saying it, kind of like the mine!-mine! birds in finding nemo. here's a bit of my conversation with lafi. clearly, i was enjoying myself, he wasn't.

me: good, good... good, good.

lafi: sige ka, i won't lend you k-zone.

me: good, good... good, good

lafi: ok, you just lost your chance at getting k-zone.

me: good, good... good, good

..or...

lafi: wow, if kuya gets a new car, that means his city will go to one of us!

me: good, good... good, good

lafi: to whoever gets a license! next year, i'll apply for a student's license! isn't that so cool?! driving at 16?! that's cool!

me: [silent]

lafi: you're not a very entertaining person

me: good, good... good, good

lafi: uggh!!!

that (above) also happens to be a sign that my younger brother is growing up. jeez, he's going to be sixteen next year?! i keep thinking he's still eleven. worrying about cars now. haha. i hope he suffers the same fate i did. i wanted to drive at sixteen too, but their were loads of complications. actually, bottom line is: i was just tamad. i kind of fell in love with commuting too, anyway. it sort of makes you one with everyone else. and i really think my whole view on life, society and Filipinos changed when i started to commute. i can't really explain how but i remember this one time (more than one time actually) where i just observed the passengers in the jeep, and all of a sudden, i'm hit with all these realizations. it sounds so conyotic.. but i dunno. it made me think about a lot of things. oh and about commuting, you don't need to drive your car when you're drunk. but at least when you commute (and you're with your friends), all they have to do is get you on that bus [or jeep], hold you steady, and make sure you vomit on all the right places, like the canal for instance and not the sidewalk or on other people.

whoops. too much info.