Thursday, May 5, 2011

Lessgo!: The Road to Naga

Before summer even officially started I have been getting numerous invites to visit Naga, I think mainly because I have publicly expressed my love for Grissini, the best Italian restaurant I've been to. The food, ambiance and staff were all truly delightful, as for the prices, I really can't recall how much we spent.

It has been a year since our trip to Bicol and the reason why I'm flipping over Grissini just now is because I had such an awful time there and frankly, I haven't quite recovered yet from my ghastly experience. No offense to all Bicolano's. Bicol is a lovely place, unfortunately I missed out on all the fun last time (I was even too grumpy to have my picture taken at CWC). Traveling to Naga from Pampanga by bus was horrible, 10 long hours with hardly any breaks! I kid you not, the bus only had one stopover! Other than my terrible motion sickness, I feel woozy traveling in an air-conditioned vehicle.

Upon our arrival, our gracious host gave us a tour of the city... in his new car. I could hardly contain my exasperation as my tummy grumbled and tumbled, by mid-day the expected happened... I threw up on the road  4 times. Horrible, really, especially the thought that we would be traveling back home that very night as well.

Luckily, things went smoothly along the way home. The bus we took now had a restroom which proved to be useless when I got in there since the toilet was...err...clogged. So time I go to Naga, I'll take a plane.

Friday, November 26, 2010

I'm playing i-date. :D

LSS much.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Paramore has always been destined for greatness

I finally found that one song from Sims2 that haunted me for ages. 

Pressure - Paramore 

No offense but I like the Simlish version better, nevertheless, Pressure is a nice song :3 

Sunday, October 10, 2010

10/10/10 — a Nice Day To Celebrate the Meaning of Life

A 2nd Copy-Paste Title Entry. A yes-i'm-talking-to-you Entry.

I guess when someone just grows on you it's hard to entirely eradicate them from your system. Remnants of their coming stick and cling to you like moss or bacteria, which more often than not, stinks. And the next thing you know, they're back, clawing their way back into your life. Plain conversation starts, from updates to the most inane things you used to talk about, such as the mating habits of snails.

I missed you though, dearly.


You're such a grand person. Wonderful in all aspects I must say. And I respect you. And still love you even. And I doubt that will ever change.

We would've made a great couple... if only we were born in the same generation. And I'm glad you've found someone who makes you happy. But I'm sure she's nothing compared to me, wit, charm and all. See? I'm still bitter as hell. 

Please let me heal. I'll get back to you soon, and we'll be better friends than ever. Because friendship is all I can ever offer you now.


I love you. I miss you. I can only tolerate so much for now. I could lose it anytime now. I've never been this patient. No more lies please. Please.

Life is beautiful. You are beautiful.