lakas - filipino word. not sure of its etymology. but it means power. strength. you say it with a long drawl of the ssss at the end to really mean it. of course i made that all up. pero ang astig, no?

"lakassss.." ROFL.

Lakas ng Milenyo - oo naman. see, we don't even have classes for one week at UPLB. all the big trees got uprooted, and the power it so out that it'd several days to sort of restore everything. poor chem building, being new and all. dami talaga nasira, even in the areas around campus. up in makiling, quite a few people died because there was a landslide. you should see the pictures here. i don't have any because i've loaned my phone on a head-banging whim, so i haven't seen it for a month. hoshit. as if there's much to restore to UP Los Banos... kidding, of course. anyway, i was there yesterday, but i'm back here in marikina again. i'm mulling over helping clean up the mess. that should be fun, and self-fulfilling. awr.

Lakas ng Tama - ate star and I went through a pack last night. I said I'd never smoke. honestly, i hate the stink it left on my mouth and my hair, but it feels nice din. siguro i was just really looking for a kooky thing to do last night. tsaka it was dark and balmy and all. or maybe here goes another one of those premeditative moods again, because

Lakas... uh, Lakas # 3. basta. someone give me a lecture on karma already. and i wish we'd just be normal again. enough of the blog gunshots. so i have this huge impossible fictive block in my head, and he's got one about me and us as well. so we're both blockheads who don't even talk to each other face to face. anyway. apparently, he's back to 'normal', whatever that means. so why the hell do i feel a bit angry? i mean why am i all defensive and hiding in this tabulas (i mean i've already technically abandoned this blog so no one who really cares about what i write goes here anymore)? aren't assumptions the saddest thing? i mean, who said we're humans anyway? i mean isn't that one big idea hatched by us ourselves anyway? hmm ewan. reality can be deceiving, we com arts people think. hmm.

so there's a question... what do you really want, you crazy kid? wah, fairy god mother, i really have no idea.