Make sure you haven't skipped the title of this entry for it'll be a hugely useful hint on the late part of this entry

 
To the exceptionally few readers of this blog, I really apologize for my long absence.  Doing the math, I had not updated a single entry for 24 days and doing the math further that was a long 3 weeks and 3 days.  Yeah, that long and it's not that I've been busy, in fact, I've never been busy with academic stuffs with my loose schedule to boot HELLOOO hehe.  It's not even that there were no special occasions to write about HELLOOO it was my 21st birthday last 6th of December and my mother's 50th just yesterday.  And the "chills" brought by this merry season couldn't be set-up as a valid defense haha.  So what I've been up to?!  From the very moment my Mama told me these words with almost a tear that was about to drop from her eye, "RC, ikaw muna ang BOY namin dito," I simply gave a huge sigh at least in my head and I was about to utter this soft response, "Yeah," but I wasn't able to 'cause besides, it was already implied.  Wasn't it hehe?  P*ta ako muna ang katulong dito sa bahay hehe.  Enumerating those sick chores, I've been washing dishes or uniforms, fillin' up our drums with water, refilling our water dispenser with purified drinking water, carrying heavy pails of water for bathing purposes inadvertently forming a pleasant biceps, bathing our two stinky dogs, cleaning up their sickening craps, waking up at wee hours at a familiar dog sound about to crap out, frying eggs, making Pancit Canton, cooking rice, teaching my sister in Math, God knows there's more!  And even typing those was damn exerting!  We haven't had a maid for God knows how long.  *carries another heavy pail of water to the bathroom*  It's not that I'm complaining, in fact, I like hustling for errands just because I'm tired of my slacking lifestyle.  Every TV channel I switch through the remote or every song I play through the iPOD has successfully detached countless brain cells out of my nutty brain.  Well, just because it's collectively a glaring symptom of MDD(Motivational Deficiency Disorder), I definitely have to dodge it. *bungisngis*  Just to share, I'm still not yet in the mood to focus on my studies despite the fact that our test in IAC is fastly approaching, this coming Monday.  Damn it, where can I buy that motivation I direly need?!  Since I didn't update this blog soon enough, I owe this blog along with its exceptionally few readers at least a humbly decent read, so let me try once again hehe.  As I've discovered, when a blogger or any writer keeps on prolonging his posts, myriad thoughts from his creative basin just keep on dripping off.  It's like you've just thought of a good topic worth sharing of and you just let it slip by not writing it immediately on a notepad(MS Notepad is a good one) then a day after, you completely forgot the "organization" of what you had to write about.  It's a bit frustrating and actually I'm typing this very prelude because honestly the ideas of the topic I'm about to write for this entry are still messed up.  Yeah, it'll be another serious topic once again and I let that non-sensical goofy style rest for a while hehe

 *clears throat*

What do 21-year-old people have that I don't?!  A litany of shallow things is quite extensive.

I turned 21 last 6th of December as I've just shared and they weren't ONLY those people I had really been grateful to who remembered my "day" but I, too, remembered things, in an instant, that I failed to get at least in a span of a year.  What are those?  An extensive list of shallow things like a driver's license, a car, a trip abroad, laser-treated eyes, a Boracay vacation, a sex experience, Magic Sing, and even a freelance job.  Those things were really not exhaustive, in fact, you can enumerate some for me and chances are, I still haven't got those!  And I'm telling you, they f*ckin' don't matter AT ALL!

21, many could agree, is the age when you have to throw away unnecessary childish behaviors happily.  It's quite the age when one hasn't only grown matured but wiser.  Needless to say, addressed especially to those who're already 21, it's definitely not the age when we prop our tender hands on the sides of the crib for we did it roughly 20 years back!  Hehe.

So if those shallow things don't matter, what matters most?  And if a crib is clearly not for me to hold onto, to what or whom do I hold?

In my not so special case, I ask, to WHOM do I finally hold?

3 days back, we had a Christmas Party for the whole 4a7 family.  It could have been more enjoyable had I not pooled my money for the expenses of it. Hehehe.  Of course, that was just a JOKE.  Haha   Really, I had so much fun.  What was money for at the first place?  Though I had a hard time convinving my parents that I really have to expend for it since that was exactly what we committed, implied or expressed, being part of the December birthday bashers, Money was still just a puff.  Honestly, I didn't regret giving it up for the sake of the merry season's spirit.  And there's nothing more relieving than that said hehe.  To brag, it wasn't just an ordinary Christmas party just exchanging gifts and after some greetings, THAT'S ALL for it was "successful" simply because it had been organized so well.  My salute goes to the organizers.  I like everything of it from a simple memo notebook we received to the games we participated.  Though I was again at my low-batt mode for I only had a measly 4-hour sleep before the party day, I still enjoyed it.  I blame our dog for that particular misery, frantically barking once again for it was about to crap out at a merciless wee hour.  But what made it worst was it went UNsuccessful after wearily driving her outside just sniffing the asphalt without any pose of sh*ttin' out and just going back inside.  That was just rude of her, silly dog!  But forget it hehe.  What's Christmas for without conveying a little love through sharing?  So what's a Christmas party for without exhanging gifts?  Nothing, right hehe?  So since I brought this topic up, I think it would be more interesting to share to you guys what I received from this traditional exchange gift thing.  Well, I received two GOOD issues of the country's #1 magazine and that's FHM haha.  My sincerest thanks goes to Cherry for giving me this present.  I really wished hard that hopefully the one who'll pick my codename up should be a dude but damn, hehe.  But I believe it's OK with her, isn't it hehe?  Hope at the time you bought it, guys lining up from behind were not making up whispered rumors about you, holding a men's magazine for I'm telling you, that's a RARITY haha.  Thanks, really!  I appreciate very much the amount of guts you exemplified to even get a hold of it and exiting from a store with a gust of clean conscience since basically those weren't for you hehe.  Besides, we're already grown-ups so I believe just like money, it was just a puff hehe.  No big deal that is.  After receiving that nasty present, as expected, they collectively hissed at me but I got no time to explain since there was really no NEED to explain, I just smiled and proceeded to my sole task, after the collective hiss had faded away, to describe what I bought for BUKO(the codename I randomly picked, I bought a cute planner for her and Susie you owe me a "thank you" note haha joke).  But to give you a little explaining about that FHM thing, there's no BAD magazine for a self-proclaimed voracious reader hehe.  And to those who haven't read it, read for yourself, and you'll know what I've been defending about haha.  Joyce delivered a little sermon thrown at me, saying: "Akala ko mabait ka, pinagpapantasyahan mo rin pala ang mga babae."  Hehehe.  Seriously speaking, I believe too that it's been hard to separate a writer from the author *I give you a sufficient moment to ponder on that* and so it makes sense to state that it's been also hard to separate a reader from the person.  Getsz hehe?  So I don't expect anybody to easily sort these out.  But simply put, what you read is not what you are.  If there's a story plot about a green-eyed character who had a scheme to assassinate a popular musician, it doesn't mean the reader of this story would also go assassinate Lito Camo, just for instance.  I think I've driven my point pretty clear haha, so much for that.  *relieved*  And for the record, I'm not an avid collector of FHM to the pathetic point of sacrificing even my lunch break to get an issue for the month though I've got an adequate number haha.  Ok let me now go to the main topics and the lengthy crap you've read so far was just an ad lib hehe.

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I remember, I didn't greet you guys a "merry christmas" from my previous entry, just a "happy holidays."  Since both greetings, in their own right, mean differently from each other, ok ok, belated merry christmas dudes and dudettes haha.  I wouldn't go into sharing how my christmas day went since I noticed that my christmas, in my entire 21 years of existence, was, so far, the least joyous.  And nobody wants to write a boring chronicle which is better-off unwritten, much unshared.  Just because all my godfathers(if not abroad) were hiding from a freak like me, relentlessly asking for money I plan to invest on real estate, I considered christmas day a little dry.  Plus, there was no videoke unlike last year for a reason that the family(a relative) who owns the videoke machine moved to New Zealand.  But, as always, the only saving grace is there was a booze and surprisingly a single bottle of pale pilsen was fine enough for me.  So I guess burying the hatchet brought by my dry christmas day will do more good to me by posting a new year-related entry.  And suddenly, a weird fantasy came stuffing my head while taking a bath and that was actually a good thing for it tends to come once in a blue moon(not the bathing but the fantasy) and I converted the pieces of that fantasy into a story with a cute plot(if there's any) which is worth farting off but who cares, it's still related to "New Year" basically about bashing people who've been making a yearly ritual writing New Year's Resolution but just ending up the very "opposite" of what they committed on it.  That includes me, nevertheless.  Hihihi   So here goes the mediocre story.

One fine sunny day in a desert which is better-off "undescribed" since a desert is always sunny, there are three young boys who're badly longing to go to the otherside.  The otherside has been tempting these three young bloods since IN there, there are money, sex, and wine for "grabs" unlike the desert they've stomached to live in which is just freakin' deserted(damn, I'm screwed at telling stories except lies).

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