women who run with the wolves

Finally. I have a new book. Finally, about women.

Here is another reading material to bring me back home. Another material to create and destroy.

Here is another reader who will someday run with the wolves

i miss UP

I miss wearing my outfit back in college: shorts, oversize shirts, slippers that cost me 6O php and my baby blue backpack <so gay>

I miss you Teya. I miss being you. I miss sleeping in my dorm, I miss skipping classes, I miss criticizing poems, I miss eating pancit canton and hardboiled eggs, I miss reading books, I miss my Spartan slippers, I miss you school, you're such a dirty whore, you always fuck my mind. God bless you.

diet is good, sometimes

Hello diet, where have you been>>

BEFORE:

AFTER:

My goal is to stop eating. Goodluck Teya.

teya everyday

I like to list. I developed this habit when I was in college: like listing the things I had to do for a day and the subjects I had to study. You might think that I'm a very organized person. The truth is, I list things so that at the end of the day I won't feel sorry that I didn't do anything productive. It's a lame excuse actually, but fortunately, it works for me.

So today, after waiting for Manny Pacquiao's victory earlier this morning, I'll post a list of the things I want to do early this morning and afternoon but I wasn't and won't be able to.

1. Take a bath 

2. Read some crazy punk's post about why God hates retards <it's his own way of making us hate God and the reason why I want to read it is because I want to love God more>

3. Check out Shane Dawson's channel

4. Eat pancit canton <only the green one, I find eating Lucky Me's hot and spicy pancit canton boring because it's so spicy, all you can taste is the spice. What kind of food is that>

5. Comb my hair <that is the purpose of that black beanie jelly beanie, to help manage those who are too lazy to comb their hair>

It's almost 6pm and I have to work at 8pm to 12am. I work like a dog and sleep like a worm. Worms do sleep.  

pornscream

Three years ago, me and my Creative Writing classmates went to Eden Garden for a field trip and it was pretty awesome. It was then that I became a child. For the second time.

The best part of the trip was that I was able to scream out loud. Screaming is orgasmic. Screaming is the death of love of pain of suffering. Screaming is pornographic and everybody loves porn so everybody loves screaming. Scream and porn.

backyard monsters

I'm so boring. And yeah, my base is boring too. Here is another image of my boredom- you create monsters, you collect resources and defend your base. At the end of the day, after I turn off my pc, I still go back to one   boring question: where will I go ten years from now?

This is a secret form of violence. You enjoy looting resources, dropping missiles and creating monsters to destroy other friends' bases. We are monsters in our own backyards.

SAYNELYN

I remember you now. Thank you for always reminding me to be a good human being. See you in my dreams. 

women vs women

The problem with women is that we hate other women too. Fuck Blaire (though I do find her hot) and Gossip Girl.

This is my first entry and I'm supposed to write something about me. What the hell. This is my blog. I follow no rules. It's just that I just can't help noticing that girls today are killing each other. Not literally putting a gun on one's head or slitting throats. We kill our own kind by saying nasty things against each other. It's supposed to be a war against men you retards. 

What the hell is wrong? We should kill men, not women (sorry dear boyfriend, i'll kiss you for this lame lie). Seriously, I think this is a serious problem. Why can't you love other women and stop saying senseless criticisms against each other? Admit it, we are all bitches, losers and suckers in our own ways so let's stop pretending we're not. It's that so called competition. Fuck competition. I love women. I enjoy being with women and I love being a woman. 

Next time you try to kill another woman, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU TOO.