Random (useless) Thoughts!!!

Don't you love these?! (Don't you LOVE ME?) Hahaha. I'm just startin' and suddenly I can't seem to focus. Well, I find this blog thingie very fantastic. I have been writing online journals for like fucking ages and until now I still do not know why? Hmmmmm. Maybe the thought of sharing your thoughts . . . . . putting it in writing . . . . . . philosophizing . . . . . et cetera et cetera, while imagining that there are gazillions of readers out there waiting for you new post. Well, with or without those readers, I wouldn't give a fucking damn! For I am the princess of the Damned! Hahahaha. (Melch: Stop being a BIATCH, your time had passed!)

Right now, I am stucked here on a chair which is making my fucking ass swell, I have been sitting here for the past 9 hours. This is my work. I earn my living by sitting on a fucking chair for 9 hours. Staring at the computer and cracking my knuckles to death, incessantly typing using an age-old keyboard that sounds like a typewriter everytime hit the keys.

Aside from that, I guess my ears are about to bleed. I have been listening to an online radio,which doesn't broadcast anything very appealing to the ears aside from the god-forsaken ghetto music. Y'all. AYt? I'm begning to sound like my HOMIES! Ewwwww. Over my dead and gay body.

Let me tell you a secret. A very close friend of mine just got back from the US, I'd rather not tell his name here because I know for sure that he would definitely castrate me once I announce to the whole fucking gay world that he works in a ship. Well anyway, he is not a seaman or something (as you might expect creating a complete oxymoron : a seaman who is gay, a seagay!), well in fact he works for a cruise line or a cruise ship, he's some kinda accountant-slash-auditor-slash-closetpinoy. I always imagine him counting the screws in the ship's engine. Anyway, he brought with him a set of TAROT Cards, which immediately captured my attention and my emotions. Suddenly, I realized, I'm a born tarot reader!

DEATH card


About the TAROT thingie, my friends urged me to go to Greenbelt last Thursday to do some readings to random strangers to test my abilities to "foretell". Lo and behold, people stood in line after a couple of readings and suddenly I was totally burnt out. As in fucking burnt out.

I felt my psychic powers being drained bit by bit with every reading. Anyway, most of the people I read if not all were very satisfied and some were even aghast on how precise I retold and foretell the story of their lives. I dunno, but I know by heart that I'm fucking good.

Hmmmmmmm . . . . . . .

Ace of swords! Universe! The sun!

I'm gay and I'm a gypsy!

Turn your eyes on me!